Chapter 126 - Chapter 128 (1/2)
Back at the Southern Air Temple, Amell sat, conflicted and contemplated the decisions he had made in this world so far. For quite a few years now, he had been absolutely positive that his job was to train the Avatar. But once he actually laid eyes upon Aang again and how he was doing, his certainty shattered like a fragile old mirror.
Aang already had companions now and Amell could already see the strong bond between them. He didn't need his all-seeing eyes to see the bond between, Aang, Katara and Sokka, it was as if fate wanted them to find each other all along, and as if Amell held no significant place among them.
”Maybe that is for the best anyway. I shouldn't interfere because the more bonds I create, the more people I would be leaving once I leave this world.” Amell sighed out loud and he felt like he was the same as when he arrived here. He still couldn't find the answer to the actually important questions in his life.
”Maybe I should act my role as a Temple Guardian? If Aang just woke up from some sort of slumber he will definitely return here eventually. I should welcome him when he arrives. Maybe at that time, I would find my place in this.” Amell fell backwards on his back and put his hands behind his head and started cloud gazing, one of his favourite past times.
He saw Orlando and Gold flying around in the air above him. They spent almost every waking hour together and Amell had already started to imagine thousands of tiny Orlando's flying around the Temple, which was obviously an exaggeration, but he didn't think it would be long now until that happens.
On the fire nation ship, Zuko just woke up on his bed. He had a headache and his body hurt from the quick but efficient beatdown Aang gave him. His room was dark and a single light source in the form of a candle was lit inside the room. And even that tiny source of light agitated his headache.
”Zuko, I'm so glad that you are awake. How are you feeling?” Iroh said. He sat in the darkness beside the bed. His eyes held regret, guilt, and sorrow.
”I'm fine! Where are we? And what about the Avatar?” Zuko asked with a raised voice, but that proved to be the wrong move as his headache acted up and he let out a painful moan.
”Forget the Avatar for now. You need to rest.” Iroh said in hope that Zuko would entirely forget this chase, but inside he knew better than that.
”How can you say that, uncle? You know what is at stake here.” Zuko got another backlash from the pain. And this time his whole body woke up and gave him a painful surprise.
”REST!” Iroh said in a loud and stern parental tone of voice. And Zuko listened this time and laid back down without arguing anymore. He stared at the ceiling and replayed his fight with the Avatar over and over again.
”Rest for now and we will talk later, Zuko.” Iroh sighed quietly and walked out of the room. He didn't know what the future had in store for him, but he couldn't help but worry a little bit.
A week later at the Air Temple, Amell was practising spirit bending, and more specifically space relocation, or transfer, however, someone wanted to phrase it, it was all the same thing. Amell was creating a space door when he felt Aang's aura approach. 'So it's finally time for him to face reality.' He looked towards the direction of where Aang's aura was coming from.
Amell finished creating the door and he walked through. And on top of his mountain, he reappeared casually. Space transfer was very easy for him now if he had seen the location before. But to only go after an energy signature was much tougher.