Post by Aang on Sept 27, 2014 15:02:06 GMT -5
Eventually, Aang had ended up here. Near the edge of the walls of the great city of Ba Sing Se. In the distance, he could actually see the city, looming and glorious. The air bender much preferred the Air Temples with their remote surroundings and beautiful architecture but it had to be said that Ba Sing Se was impressive and wonderful in it's size. There was not a thing to rival it. So why was Aang here now? That was the question. And it was a question that could have multiple answers, depending on what was wanted and how clued up one was.
The obvious answer was that he was on the run. The run from what? Ironically, from himself one could say. Barely any time ago, he had found out that because of what he was, the Monks were going to remove him from Gyatso, his tutor and friend. Because of the fact that he was the Avatar, they were going to try and spare him freedom and enjoyment, the things that only Monk Gyatso now treated him to. Aang was not ready to face that. He was not ready. He wanted to laugh and play and be a child!
So what was the reason for being at Ba Sing Se? The winds of fate and fortune had blown him thus far. Aang had considered catching up with Bumi and Kuzon but fear had driven him away from his friends. He would have to confess the whole story to those two and he had begun to realise (or perhaps fear) that the two of them might try to convince him to return to the temple and do what the Monks thought best. And that he could not face. Now was not a good time to loose all the fun from your life. Especially when everyone else was just gaining it.
The sound of rumbling filled the sky, heavy and low. It was threatening and Aang could feel the vibrations. It made Appa nervous, the boy could tell and his mind was on the storm that he had faced when he left. This one seemed to be of a similar ilk. Flying would be dangerous and Aang could see no way around this. The storm clouds were coming in fast and furious and lighting shot across the sky with creeping fingers, searching out any airbenders that might be enjoying a nice flight.
Right below him was a valley, filled with trees and open lands and a river running through. One end was closed and the other was open were the river flowed through, although the land moved in with a stone bridge over it. Probably carved by earth benders to make easy travel. Aang was just heading down when lightning streaked down. The bridge fell, the stones crumbled and a blockade was formed. Appa bolted straight down and just in time as a streak of lightning was heading for the air. They crash landed outside the forest and then the rain struck.
Torrents of water poured down from the sky and the two took shelter under an overhanging branch. This was definitely not as fun as the beautiful sunny weather that he had been dealing with since he escaped that first storm. Aang leaned against Appa for warmth. The sky bison let out a rumble.
"Yeah, I know," He said, stroking his fur.
"It's not nice and we'd be a lot warmer back at the air temple." Aang's face was dejected in the face of this horrendous weather. Should he go back? Should he give up and go with what the Monks wanted of him? His gaze hardened. No, he couldn't. Not yet.