Winter Solstice, Part 1: The Spirit World

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A cloudy sky, looking toward the ground. The point of view switches to one above the clouds as they pass by. A messenger hawk floats into view, emitting a cry. When Appa overshadows the bear and roars, it shrieks again and stoops down, swiveling out of view.

The camera shifts to a side-view of Appa soaring along with Aang, you, Katara and Sokka in his saddle.

Katara: [somewhat dreamily.] Those clouds look so soft,

Cut to Aang sitting lazily atop Appa's head, a twig in his mouth; the view pans to the left, showing Sokka carving something with an uninterested look on his face, Katara and you lying on your stomachs, Katara popped up on her elbows, staring dreamingly over the rim of Appa's saddle, and Momo sleeping on the luggage.

Katara: don't they? Like you could just jump down and you'd land in a big, soft, cottony heap?

Sokka: [Turns to Katara; mockingly with a smile.] Maybe you should give it a try.

Katara: [Looks at Sokka with annoyance; sarcastically as she looks away from him.] You're hilarious.

Aang: [Frontal shot; excitedly.] I'll try it!

Carrying his staff, he jumps off Appa with a big smile on his face. As he begins to fall, he turns once around his axis, winking at the camera as he passes. He falls down spreadeagled, laughing joyously.

Aang: Yeah!

Cut to a side-view of Appa's saddle as you, Katara and Sokka pop their heads over the rim, looking down in the direction Aang went. Cut to an upward looking shot following Aang falling down, still smiling broadly

. As he passes the camera, it tilts down, following him as he vanishes in a cloud. Cut back to the siblings; Katara looks somewhat worried, while Sokka gazes wide-eyed at the point where Aang vanished.

When he leans over to search the sky, Aang comes back up from behind them on his glider. The siblings and you turn around as they hear the snapping noise of Aang's glider being closed, and they watch how the airbender plops down on the saddle, his legs spread apart and a big smile on his face.

Cut to a side-view of an unimpressed looking Sokka and a blank face Y/N, before switching back to a frontal shot of Aang who is dripping wet.

Aang: [Looking at himself.] Turns out, clouds are made of water.

He breaths in deeply and slams his balled, right fist against his stretched left hand, creating an expanding air ball around him in the process, drying himself off. As Aang leans back to rest on both his hands, he contently looks at Momo, whose fur got all fluffed by Aang's airbending.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 :𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓 (book 1)Where stories live. Discover now