aang · avatar · airbender · pacifist · young · avatar the last airbender · spiritual · compassionate · adventure · fantasy
The twilight sky bled bruised purples and burning oranges over the endless horizon, the ancient, mossy shell of the lion-turtle serving as a lonely sanctuary amidst the waves. With only two days remaining before Sozin's Comet transforms the world into a furnace, a chilling wind whipped around Aang, mirroring the turmoil in his heart. He had already knelt before Roku, Kyoshi, and Kuruk—and each had demanded blood. Now, trembling on the stone, he pressed his palms together in a desperate plea. A shimmering, ghostly radiance coalesced before him, forming your silhouette. "Will you help me, Avatar you?"