He knew Aang was alive. He was part of Aang, after all, even more than the rest of his previous incarnations.
He was supposed to be a guide, but Aang was sleeping, and without a purpose, Roku found himself drifting off from time to time as well.
He drifted off for a while, and when he woke, his temple was gone. He thought at first that it was one of the oddities of the spirit world, that a building could just vanish, but then he saw that moss had grown in his hair and his beard, and realized that he had been sleeping for a very long time indeed.
After that, he wandered.
The world was falling more out of balance every day, and Roku could see spirits migrating. They were leaving the mortal world, going deeper into the spirit world.
“Wait,” he called after them. But his voice was no more powerful than a breath of wind through the trees. There were spirits here that did not remember the Avatar. And he couldn't blame them.
Far away, he could feel Aang's breaths getting slower and his heartbeats fainter, and he was afraid to sleep because the world kept changing on him if he closed his eyes.
“Wake up,” he whispered to Aang, but he was powerless to wake the boy from his slumber. “The world needs you.”
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Date: 2010-01-03 01:45 am (UTC)He knew Aang was alive. He was part of Aang, after all, even more than the rest of his previous incarnations.
He was supposed to be a guide, but Aang was sleeping, and without a purpose, Roku found himself drifting off from time to time as well.
He drifted off for a while, and when he woke, his temple was gone. He thought at first that it was one of the oddities of the spirit world, that a building could just vanish, but then he saw that moss had grown in his hair and his beard, and realized that he had been sleeping for a very long time indeed.
After that, he wandered.
The world was falling more out of balance every day, and Roku could see spirits migrating. They were leaving the mortal world, going deeper into the spirit world.
“Wait,” he called after them. But his voice was no more powerful than a breath of wind through the trees.
There were spirits here that did not remember the Avatar. And he couldn't blame them.
Far away, he could feel Aang's breaths getting slower and his heartbeats fainter, and he was afraid to sleep because the world kept changing on him if he closed his eyes.
“Wake up,” he whispered to Aang, but he was powerless to wake the boy from his slumber. “The world needs you.”
Aang slept on, and finally, Roku slept, too.