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Chapter Ninety-Eight: Puzzle Edit
Sure. You think you’re any different from me. Or your friends. Or this tree.
“You know, when you’re gazing at the stars . . . it’s beautiful,” she whispers. “It really makes you realize how insignificant you are compared with the whole universe.”
He shifts closer to her, and the wet grass feels good against the bare skin of his arm. Though their sleeping bags lie a few feet, neither of them make a move towards them, and he enjoys the wildness of the nature around him.
All the wildness.
“I don’t know,” he jokes. “I’d say you’re pretty significant.” She glances at him, then turns back to watch the night sky light up. “To me, I mean.”
She smiles. “Oh, Aang . . .” Her voice trails off as the meteor shower begins.
If you listen hard enough you can hear every living thing breathing together. You can feel everything growing.
The sparkles of light soar through the sky, each exploding in a cascade of color. He hears her gasp and he watches in wonder as the shower continues, obscuring even the stars and the moon in its glory. The night cloaks him in its dark glory, and his heart begins to pound.
She glances at him again. “What is it, Aang?”
He gets onto one elbow and gently brushes her cheek with his hand. “Katara . . .” He reaches up and kisses her forehead. “Do you know what chakra is right there?”
“N-no,” she answers uncertainly. “What is it?”
He presses his lips to her forehead again, just lightly applying pressure, and smiles. “That’s the light chakra. It deals with thought, and it’s blocked by illusions.”
“What kind of illusions?” she whispers.
We’re all living together, even if most folks don’t act like it. We all have the same roots, and we are all branches of the same tree.
“That things are apart,” he explains quietly, running his thumb on the inside of her palm. “Like that the four nations are apart, but we’re all people. That Metalbending isn’t just another part of Earthbending. Or that we’re apart.”
She pulls him closer. “Aang . . .” Her hair, let down from its braid, falls onto his shoulder, and he embraces her tightly, the wonders in the heavens forgotten for the wonders right here on the earth.
“It’s what Huu said in the swamp,” he murmurs. “You can feel every living thing breathing together . . . their hearts beating as one . . .”
She gently places her hand onto the back of his head and draws him towards her. “You know, I think you’re right. I think that I . . . I can feel our hearts beating together.”
He kisses her, gently, so gently, like gossamer, and he can hear—no, he can feel—their hearts.
Beating as one.
Overhead, the heavens are alight with magic.
But here, their hearts are alight with love.
Okay. Again. I took this from a DeviantArt which I can't find now. Katara has no shirt - neither does Aang - and he tells her about the light chakra, just like in this one. It was done for Kataang Week. Come on. You know the DeviantArt; thank you so much!
WhoHuu aided me with his infinite wisdom. Danku!
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