A look at when Aang ran away from the temple 100 years ago.

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He had took off without a clue to where he was headed. All he knew was that he had to get away from the temple. The pressure, everything that was going on in his life, was far too much for a twelve year old boy to handle. He had never asked to be the avatar, he never wanted this huge responsibility; the world on his shoulders. And he didn't want to be taken away from Monk Gyatso; he was the closest thing to a father that he had in this temple. Life just didn't seem fair to him. It seemed for him that life was always going against him. He hadn't wanted to run away, but he felt that if he stayed, he would be sent away, far away from the things and people he knew well. And so with that thought in mind, he had left a note for Monk Gyatso, he didn't want him to worry too much about him. The winds were increasing, and it was getting harder for the boy to control the flying bison. Soon the tides moved at a faster rate than usual, splashing high in the sky. He tried to steer clear from the striking waves, but the winds were too strong and the tides brought them in. He could feel his hands slip from the ropes that kept him on his flying bison. The bison, too struggled to get air, drowning in the water, as the waves splashed down on them, bringing them deeper into the ocean floors. The world's last hope lay there, slowly going downwards, drowning, dying, before he ever had a chance to be the avatar and show this world what he was made of. What happened next, there is no real answer as to how it occurred but lets just say somehow this boy and his flying bison were encased in a huge block of ice, that floated down to the bottom of the sea floor, waiting for someone to find it and release him when the time came. While time went on outside the perimeter of the ice encasement, time stayed still inside, neither child nor bison aging, while everyone and everything outside changed, for the worst.

100 years later….

After a hundred years in a dormant state, someone had finally discovered the iceberg in which the twelve year old boy and his flying bison were encased in. When he finally opened his eyes for the first time in one hundred years, the sight he saw before him was stunning. He had never seen anything or anyone like it. She had brown locks of hair, that on each side of her tan face, she had hair loops, that slightly went around her eyes, her exquisite sapphire eyes. And with all that, the first thought that came to his little twelve year old mind was to asked the girl before him, if she would care to go penguin sledding with him. The boy was happy and carefree, but that was only because he didn't know what had happened. He didn't know the awful fate of the world, or the fate his people met a hundred years ago. He didn't even realize that he was out for so long. But why ruin the kid's fun? He should enjoy while he can, before things got serious.