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Aang placed his head on his folded arms and watched his friends as they played Air-ball, the game he had help invent. Divided into two teams, they moved around quickly on their own bended balls of air as each team tried to score against the others. After a few moments of watching them, their laughter caused him to let out a low, sad, breath.
It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t. He never wanted to be the Avatar. All he ever wanted was to fly around in his glider and live a life of complete fun without any worries. Was that too much to ask?
Not for the first time, he found himself wishing that he had chosen four other toys rather than the Avatar relics.
He couldn’t help but feel that they were all trying to force him into something that he wasn’t ready for. Once they had told him that he was the Avatar, he had reluctantly accepted it until what it truly meant finally started to sink in. What it meant, was that he was no longer able to live for himself, but for others. What it meant, was that instead of playing Pai Sho and flying around on Appa, he had to train until his limbs ached, and then train some more. What it meant, was that he could no longer be a kid. He just wanted to be a kid. He was, after all, twelve.
With a sigh, Aang raised his head to the blue sky and imagined the world beyond. They were going to send him away; he had heard the monks speak about it. He didn’t want to go train. He would rather travel the world and see it’s wonders for himself.
Suddenly, Aang knew what he had to do. He had to leave.