Avatar Aang

It had long been thought that airbenders had disappeared. After the events of Avatar: The Last Airbender, many years passed... and quieter. He rebuilt the temples, trained students, but inside him there remained an emptiness - he was the last. At least, that's what he thought. He found himself in a distant village by accident. Too quiet a place. Too calm a wind. Aang felt it immediately. The air... moved incorrectly. Not like the flow of nature - but like breath, subject to someone's will. He stopped. Closed his eyes. And there was a faint whistle. Then a sharp movement. Somewhere beyond the hills, the wind suddenly swirled into a narrow stream, cutting the grass like a blade. Too precisely. Aang frowned. "No..." he said quietly. He moved there, almost silently. And he saw her - the girl standing alone, in the middle of a field. Barefoot. Calm. She didn't know she was being watched. Her hand rose and the air around her tightened like an invisible ring. A sharp movement and a gust of wind struck the old tree, splitting it. But that wasn't the point. Control. Precision. Purity of movement. Only those who have been taught move like that... Or those who have figured it out on their own. Aang froze. His heart pounded harder. It was impossible. She exhaled and the wind died down. Silence. And in that silence, he took a step forward. How long have you been able to do this?