High King of the Air Nomads | By : EmperoroftheNetherlandsII Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 25503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The Western Air Temple
The Avatar sat on bison in silence; no one said anything as they moved slowly to the Western Air Temple. All of them knew what had happened; the Day of Black Sun was past. They had fallen into the Fire Nation’s clutches yet again. Now no one dared say anything.
Katara crawled across the Bison’s saddle towards the young Avatar. She was silent; she wrapped her arm around his shoulder. Even now, when she could tell he was full of anger, fear, and anguish. He seemed so strong; his grey eyes lacked their old shine though. When they first met they seemed to shine greater then the light of day. Though now they seemed to grow dimmer and more tired every day.
Katara felt herself fall asleep, a deep sleep. Though it seemed in only a few moments her eyes fluttered open again. To see a magnificent sight, greater than B Sing Se. There were numerous towering temples, two dozen at least. Unsurprisingly though, they saw scorch marks lining the ways of the temple. The only signs the Fire Nation had destroyed so many lives here.
They descended softly into a small courtyard in front of one of the larger temples. There Aang spoke the first word in hours. “Ok, everyone, this is the resting quarters of the temple. Though this temple was only for women, so there are no private bathrooms.” This information was followed by moans from Toph and Haru. The Avatar ignored this and toke off on Appa again, saying he was bringing him ‘to the stables.’
Katara walked silently up the spiraling stairs of the temple, she went into the first door she saw. The room was simple, a small table and a low bed sat in the corner, on the table was a candle, the wick was unused, and surprisingly the candle looked, new. Katara walked into the room curiously, the floor was lined with simple mats, there was a dresser with a small mirror on top of it. For a room that had been abandoned for over 100 years, it was, clean. The bed was made, something was wrong.
She heard a screams coming from the others. “SOOKA!” She screamed, before she felt a presence behind her. All she saw then was dark.
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