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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 hazel eyes, the rays reflecting each movement as she was her parents die in front of her. She had witnessed this pain.
Just as the fighting seemed it would not end, she began to dash towards the entrance but was blocked securely by a guard. Her eyes filled with tears held up a staff, knowing that she was going to die. But instead she was swept off by a mysterious woman in a mask covering any feature he might had indulged in. The temple began to burn, the heat incinerating any leftover bodies. Aang stood there, staring at it with tears running down his face and screamed aloud as he woke up next to Katara’s sleeping bag. The two had been traveling across the country after he saved the world, trying to find a nice place to relax amongst themselves. He was breathing hard, each one making him exhausted and overworked. He touched the tip of his scalp feeling fuzzy hair attempting to burst through the surface. They currently were resting quite close to one another on the surface of the Ba-Sing-Se wall. Although separated by the bags, he could feel the warmth of her heavily slumbering body radiate simply making his a wonderful temperature. But the cold sweat covering his entire being made him throw it off, beginning to pace towards an abandoned watcher’s post. The waterbender arose from slumber sensing that he was not with her, looking up towards the source of her power. The moonbeams drew the night air into a great silence, not even the crickets were stirring in the summer heat. With her hair down in its wavy thick locks, she felt the cold concrete wall beneath her bare feet, almost completely nude to the world. The only thing preventing exposure to the world was her chest bindings and a long night skirt made of pure silk. The wind gently caressed her, she smiled at the irony of seeing her boyfriend crossing his arms with dark bags under his eyes staring up towards the stars. In a nurturing way as always she took a shoulder in her palm and turned him slightly towards her.
“What’s with the face?” She asked slightly teasing.
He gave another long sigh and just couldn’t stop from grinning at her beautiful features seeming just to glow from the light. But once the question entered his cerebrum, he shrugged and told while rubbing his temples, “I’ve been having dreams. Terrifying nightmares in fact. They’ve been sharp, and detailed beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“What did you see?”
He held her close, his grip tight around the small of her back and said muffling, “I saw the destruction of my people. I saw people getting killed, dying. And there was a girl, my age. She looked so scared, and she hadn’t done anything at all. She went to face against the fire nation, to tell someone of the killing but she was taken away before she could do that. But there’s this feeling inside me, something that I’ve been wanting to know for a while…” His voice trailed, looking at the Earth Nation city, all lights were dimmed and windows closed. The curtains shut out any sound that vibrated through the empty streets. She enclosed his palms within hers, the two balancing foreheads while staring into each other’s eyes.
“What do you want to know Aang?”
“I want to know if I really am the last.”

Description
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 hazel eyes, the rays reflecting each movement as she was her parents die in front of her. She had witnessed this pain.
Just as the fighting seemed it would not end, she began to dash towards the entrance but was blocked securely by a guard. Her eyes filled with tears held up a staff, knowing that she was going to die. But instead she was swept off by a mysterious woman in a mask covering any feature he might had indulged in. The temple began to burn, the heat incinerating any leftover bodies. Aang stood there, staring at it with tears running down his face and screamed aloud as he woke up next to Katara’s sleeping bag. The two had been traveling across the country after he saved the world, trying to find a nice place to relax amongst themselves. He was breathing hard, each one making him exhausted and overworked. He touched the tip of his scalp feeling fuzzy hair attempting to burst through the surface. They currently were resting quite close to one another on the surface of the Ba-Sing-Se wall. Although separated by the bags, he could feel the warmth of her heavily slumbering body radiate simply making his a wonderful temperature. But the cold sweat covering his entire being made him throw it off, beginning to pace towards an abandoned watcher’s post. The waterbender arose from slumber sensing that he was not with her, looking up towards the source of her power. The moonbeams drew the night air into a great silence, not even the crickets were stirring in the summer heat. With her hair down in its wavy thick locks, she felt the cold concrete wall beneath her bare feet, almost completely nude to the world. The only thing preventing exposure to the world was her chest bindings and a long night skirt made of pure silk. The wind gently caressed her, she smiled at the irony of seeing her boyfriend crossing his arms with dark bags under his eyes staring up towards the stars. In a nurturing way as always she took a shoulder in her palm and turned him slightly towards her.
“What’s with the face?” She asked slightly teasing.
He gave another long sigh and just couldn’t stop from grinning at her beautiful features seeming just to glow from the light. But once the question entered his cerebrum, he shrugged and told while rubbing his temples, “I’ve been having dreams. Terrifying nightmares in fact. They’ve been sharp, and detailed beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“What did you see?”
He held her close, his grip tight around the small of her back and said muffling, “I saw the destruction of my people. I saw people getting killed, dying. And there was a girl, my age. She looked so scared, and she hadn’t done anything at all. She went to face against the fire nation, to tell someone of the killing but she was taken away before she could do that. But there’s this feeling inside me, something that I’ve been wanting to know for a while…” His voice trailed, looking at the Earth Nation city, all lights were dimmed and windows closed. The curtains shut out any sound that vibrated through the empty streets. She enclosed his palms within hers, the two balancing foreheads while staring into each other’s eyes.
“What do you want to know Aang?”
“I want to know if I really am the last.”