The Avatar's Spirit

One says the end of your journey ends throughly once you fulfill your destiny. Or once you've become what you were meant to be and when you're ready to pass upon your legacy. This has been the Avatar for centuries. For every cycle they complete. Air, Water, Earth, Fire.

Every time the Avatar is born, so am I.

I've existed since the start of the first Avatar, Wan. He's the one who first met me. A young spirit eager to meet the human world, eager to guide and protect. A guide who hadn't seen the error of both spirits and humans alike.

The first Avatar had been the first human I met and had bonded because of his humanly kindness and his will to protect those in need, but I had never foreseen the consequences of said bond.

For years I resented Wan. For years I hated him. He had forbidden me and the rest of the spirits the entrance of his physical world. But our bond, the bond I created made me tethered to the physical world through him. I could visit it. I could feel the world. But only if he allowed me to.

I grew bitter, I lashed out in anger and hurt, in disappointment for my first friend and everything around him. And this energy became strong enough that Wan wasn't able to hold me back sometimes. To stop me from entering his world. So I did.

I became his fear.

I became the first Avatar's fear. I became his lack of control of the elements, the elements he had willed and mastered for the protection of the world, for the protection against us, spirits. I turned them against him. I turned every piece of his pride into something he'd fear. I controlled him and made him feel lost within the Spirit World while I created chaos with the gifts he had been given, the ones who should have not been given but were to protect both worlds.

Wan learned his lesson. He asked for my forgiveness. He wanted his spirit friend back, finally learning it was never wise to enrage a spirit. And he taught that to the world, he taught every corner. Earth Kingdom, Air Nomads, Water Tribes and Fire Nation to treat the spirits with respect and they'd return the treatment.

We became friends again. The bitterness was there, but it was no longer dominant. I helped the Avatar control every element, teaching him in harmony how to work together, while we both were in the Spirit World, how we could work in harmony.

All was well, until his time came. He had become old, he no longer could be the skilled Avatar and while he knew his time was to come, he asked for one last favor of his last longing friend.

That the world needed someone to keep it in balance. He needed someone to protect it. I was a protector and a guide spirit, and knew I could do the protection on my own. But, Wan knew. He knew I needed a physical connection to do the protection

Hence, the second Avatar being born.

Wan, the first Avatar pleaded that for the world to be in peace and balanced, there had to be someone like he was. So, the spirits granted his dying wish, as of gratitude for keeping my World safe.

However, the same happened with the second Avatar. Unwillingly, I became bonded again. I was reborn, and I was still as bitter as history repeated for me. My memories intact. I could remember everything of the first Avatar unlike the second.

The third, the fourth. They didn't. And the cycle began, the pattern in which Wan learned the elements. Air, Water, Earth and Fire. Each Avatar born in each corner of the world. Born with the ability to bend (which was the element they'd easily bend before the others) the element of the Nation they were born before sent to learn the rest. With each Avatar reborn I was too.

I hadn't this in mind when I first bonded with Wan, but as long as I could enter the human world, I was willing to endure it. But, being a spirit in the human world isn't as easy. I was stronger, and able to bend unlike in the spirit world (I could bend the same as the Avatar) and because I didn't have enough control, I became a chaotic and wild force

And thus, every Avatar became to fear me. They knew me of course, the spirit bound to their lives, the reason why they were able to visit the Spirit World and speak to the spirits. But, they started to shut me out. They didn't want anything to do with me because I was danger to them. I was uncontrolled, dangerous and .... Hurt.

I sensed every emotions my Avatars held. Bottled up. Incapable of leaving and seeing light. But I cared for each and everyone. I didn't want them to die. So I protected them. I was the protector spirit after all.

And that's when I created this space. The space where every Avatar could come and meet me and vent their frustration, their sadness, their pain. As it was my chance to protect my Avatar, it also was my opportunity to meet the world.

Call me selfish. But, it was the only way I could visit the physical world. Yet, this place. This state where I took control made everyone even more fearful of myself.

They called it the Avatar State. They called me the Avatar's spirit using him as a vessel to turn the Avatar against the world.... But I was only protecting them.

How an act of protection became something to fear?

But, that didn't stop me. Every Avatar has at one point needed my assistance. To protect themselves, or their loved ones. And I wasn't going to stop. It was my job to guide and to protect

And I wasn't going to stop, not know nor later.

And I hope, the next Air Avatar knows this. Because, the world needs protection more than ever.

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N/A

I became with this idea after reading a story in Fanfiction.net and the concept made me think of creating 'someone' who helps the Avatar. But not in the traditional way. Someone purely in his mind.

I don't know if there are other stories like this but I haven't copied it. I just used another story to inspire myself (like I almost do in every single story I write).

I hope you like it. Because the way I imagined it I thought it cool. But how it has come out, I think in my opinion is slightly better

Hope you like it xD

~*Peace and Out
De*~