Aang (reluctantavatar) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-11 11:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | aang, lyle bennet |
Who: Aang and Open to anyone at the Hyperion.
What: Return
When: Early Wednesday morning.
Where: Hyperion hotel.
Warnings: none, TBA.
Aang rode through the air in silence on Appa's back the only sounds he left behind them of crashing waves and seagulls. Unsure what to think or feel. Unsure if he could through the numbing mechanism that kicked in to stifle the pain he started to feel surging through his body. He woke up on a Fire Nation ship. In a world that belonged to the Fire Nation, because he wasn't strong enough to stop them. Because he'd failed as the Avatar and let everyone down. Again. This wasn't the first time. Reigns held tight in his hands. Knuckles turned white against the grip. All his worst nightmares came true..and to top all that off? As the cloud coverage cleared he realized he wasn't flying over the ocean, but over a sea of sky scrapers and endless rush hour traffic; He was back in L.A. Only this time was different. No Katara waiting roof top to greet him. Silence. He shouldn't have been surprised. His world thought he was dead. L.A. probably did too.
This time Aang kept Appa above the highest scrapers to avoid drawing attention to himself. Of coarse even then the shadow of a Giant Sky Bison probably turned some heads to the skies anyways. The air bender was still reeling from Azula's attack too much to think about it though. Still in shock. He hadn't just gone down in that fight, he'd died. If not for Katara and her spirit water, he would still be dead. Azula had killed him. The Fire Nation killed him. His fear and anger were reborn. The last thing he remembered was her lightning and the image was fresh in his mind. Terrifying.. And as Appa found his way by memory to the Hyperion and touched to the gardens likely setting off alarms Aang had forgotten about, he shuddered and the fog in his mind momentarily cleared. "...Appa what are you doing?" He gave the Bison a forced smile and shook his head of the fog it was in. "We can't just land in peoples back yards.." Aang didn't realize where he was until he looked up at the familiar building and smiled faintly. Worry escaping him for half a second. Appa was tired and couldn't fly anymore. The Hyperion gardens were in his memories and where he'd chosen to land, so he guessed that's where they would stay. He hoped that was where he would stay. The people there had been kind to him, accepted him when they didn't have too. He hoped this time wouldn't be any different as he jumped down from Appa's back. Catching the wind and carefully lowering himself down to the grass covered ground. The Bison nudged him with his large wet, black nose as if trying to convince him not to worry.