banango

Aang had a dream, more vivid and alive than anything he had ever seen. The fabric he wore, he could see every fiber intertwined. The sunlight was blazing hot even though it was nighttime. He stood amongst the dying monks, their blood spilt over the temples and bodies becoming torched by fire. They were not given mercy, the commanders demanding that they see the rulers. They were looking for him. He could see the sweat sheen on the foreheads of the airbenders knowing that this was their last fight. And there was a girl, his age staring straight at him. Her long brown hair had slight bangs covering her newly tattooed arrow. She blinked wide haz