THE AVATAR, THE LEGEND OF ANG

The wind gently swept through the courtyards of the Air Temple as flags fluttered from the rooftops. For the first time in many years, the place was silent, with no signs of war. Aang walked barefoot through the courtyard, twirling his staff in his hands as he gazed at the mountains.

"It's strange," she said with a smile . "After everything that happened, I still find it hard to believe that there is finally peace."

Katara was sitting near a fountain, slowly filling a small canteen with water.

"I think we all need to get used to it," he replied . "The war is over, but there's still a lot to rebuild."

Sokka was leaning against a column while reviewing some documents.

—Exactly. And someone has to take charge of organizing all of that.

Toph, sitting on the floor, raised an eyebrow.

—And that someone is you?

Sokka raised his head, offended.

-Of course.

Toph burst out laughing.

—What a tragedy.

Katara started laughing as Sokka crossed his arms.

—I'm surprised that none of you appreciate my talent.

Aang approached, smiling.

—I do appreciate it, Sokka.

—Thank you, Aang!

—Although Toph is right.

-You too?!

The four of them started laughing. The atmosphere was completely different from previous years. There were no soldiers, explosions, or alarms.

Toph placed both hands on the ground and smiled.

—Finally I can feel something different.

Katara looked at her curiously.

—What do you feel?

Toph closed her eyes.

-Tranquillity.