Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ Ritual ❯ Air ( Chapter 4 )

Air

 

The Air Nomads were peaceful people. They felt no need for fighting. They would rather enjoy other things in life: playing, meditating, enjoying themselves.

 

This is why the Air Nomads no longer existed.

 

Aang felt Gyatso's ashes in his hands, felt the smooth urn that held them, and closed his eyes. There was no one else to do this, no one else left. He was the last. But his teacher, the closest thing he'd had to a family, needed a better burial then being left as nothing more than bones surrounded by enemies. It was his duty to do this.

 

He unfolded his glider and kicked off the ground, floating above the mountains and valleys. The urn tipped in his hand, spraying ash across the rocks. The air swept them up, carrying them off. He watched the wind take it all, letting the urn drop into the land below. He waited until each last one was gone and turned back, letting his tears fall after them.

 

It was the only proper goodbye.