Haluwasa2's Stories
This only happens every five thousand years, twin avatars are born. When these two brothers were born the process started once again. The meeting date was chosen.
A woman sits in a chair holding her son. The other is in a basket. Her face is blurry.
“Please my son,” she says “Know that I love you.” She puts him in a basket along side his brother’s.
Twin Avatars must never meet, unless a great need arises. Six children, including the Avatar, will leave for the other world, the world with no benders. Their powers will be masked until the time of great need comes, if it comes.
People arrive at a cloudy table, a spiritual meeting place. The spirits seem to glow while the living does not. The woman arrives with her baskets. You see a teardrop fall from her eye.
We do not wish to do this, but this is law. This is how it must be. All avatars mourn the given twin, always the younger.
“Who will watch over him?” asks an avatar spirit with white hair and red outfit. He had makes a motion to the younger twin.
“I will,” says an air bender monk, one of the few mortals chosen to come.
Dreams come to the leaders of a people when an avatar is born. Many believe it is because the avatar chooses toys representing the four nations. When twin avatars are born a dream is sent to the parents of all six children as well with a date and place to pass over to a place of limbo, where both living and spirits can meet.
“And the other in case his mother is to die?” asks the avatar spirit.
“I will,” says the monk’s brother, also a monk.
Again, this is how it always goes, every five thousand years. The guardians from this world are only given to the avatars.
“Please!” a woman cries out, her face also blurry “Do not take my son! I prayed and prayed for him and now you take him away! This does not happen to my sister! Do you favor her as she is queen of Omashu?”
Many react this way. It is far too hard to let a child go. Our hearts ache.
“We must do what we must do,” a woman, her face again blurry, says “They do not favor royalty. My son is a prince.”
Although it does seem sometimes, we do not favor. We simply pick the best for the other world.
“Please give your child to the respectful guardians chosen,” says a female avatar spirit dressed in green with a gold headpiece. Each does giving them the name. The woman who cried out tells her child’s guardian to make her son’s name more ‘normal’ for their world. It is too Earth Kingdom and she is afraid it will get him in trouble.
There is one like her every five thousand years who does this. Last time it was a Fire Nation woman.
“Please return on the date of tomorrow when the next child we have asked for is born,” says the white haired avatar “You do not have to come.” This he tells the Eath Kingdom mother.
Allow your mind to grasp that in the place of limbo, there are not dates, but one for each day. If you were to go to the limbo one year and then the next year on the same day, you could see your past self… or a future self. The place of limbo is not often used.
The mother of the avatars cries, holding her airbender son. He is not an avatar, but he has been chosen.
“Why must they be separated and the Fire Nation children not?” she asks through her weeping.
“It is safer this way,” says the female avatar with the gold headpiece. The place where the Earth Kingdom mother sat has been taken by a Water Tribe mother and her husband. She kisser her sons head.
“If even we never see him again,” says the husband “We will always know of him and that we have two great sons.” The woman is too sad to speak, but nods her head.
This breaks our hearts. We do not ever want to watch a close, brave family such as this one part, but it must be done.
The avatars’ mother leans back in her chair, still clutching her baby son tightly. Her steady breathing stops and her face grays. In one last lift of her body a blue wisp comes out and the woman stops moving all together. The wisp takes the woman’s form and she peels her human hands open and takes her child into her new one. The living look afraid.
“She has died of a broken heart,” says the male avatar with the white hair.
This has only happen once before, at the meeting of the first twin avatars.
The process of the first meeting of the child to it’s new ‘parents’ is done.
“I will help you make it look like my son is the one you’ll give birth to and not the death of the son you will have,” says the spirit of the woman “He will die, your true son, I am sad to say. It is not our fault. We do not control the unfortunate factors during birth. Please watch over my son.”
“I will make sure my husband does not mistreat him,” says the living woman.
“And if my mother is to die,” says the adoptive son, she has brought along, his face also blurry “Which I doubt she will, I will do my best to protect the young master.”
You do not often get boys without a heart that is half full of mischief like this one. He is to be trusted.
The couple screams as the Water Tribe parents solemnly had over their son.
“You give us a freak!” yells the man in the couple “He is too different!” They are from an old age in time. They can not stand to look at what they consider a cursed child.
“It’s not his fault he like how he is!” yells the child’s father.
“In our culture, he is blessed!” exclaims the mother “Only one other person I have ever heard of has his ‘deformity’ as you call it! And she nearly died to get it! And she’s a baby as well!”
“In our culture,” the woman in the couple snaps back “He is evil! Let us forget this place and that wretched child! May he be cursed!” Suddenly they disappear.
“They wanted to forget this place,” says the male avatar “Now we must find someone to take care of him.”
“The avatars’ mother should do it,” says the female avatar “She has the heart of a true mother. All of the women here do. After seventy years with him, or until the time comes when he is to return to this world, we grant her a body and the child to take care of.”
“What time will you take him to?” questions the male avatar as the avatar’s mother has a new body encased around her.
“Two years before my son here is born in the other world,” she answers “One before my little avatar is officially born.”
Every once in awhile we will run into a dilemma like this one where the chosen foster parents refuse to take the child and someone of good spirit is chosen. Often an avatar is chosen, but more than once a spirit of a normal human is chosen.
They are all leaving as black swirls cover up the place of limbo.
Yugi jolted up from his dream. ‘That one again,’ he sighs in his mind. The Pharaoh shows his spirit self to Yugi, talking through the Millennium Puzzle.
“Is everything all right, Yugi?” asked the Pharaoh.
“Yeah, I had the dream again,” said Yugi.
“Have you figured out what it means?” asked the Pharaoh.
“No,” says Yugi “There is even a voice telling me what is happening, but I still can’t figure it out. Maybe it has something to do with your name.”
“Maybe you should ask your Grandpa?” suggested the Pharaoh.
“I don’t want him to worry,” says Yugi “If push comes to shove, I will. Maybe I’ll talk to the others first.”
“That’s sounds like a superb idea,” the Pharaoh says.
“Yugi?” his Grandpa knocks on the door “Are you getting ready for school?”
“Um, yeah, Grandpa,” says Yugi “I’ll be out in a minute.”
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