Summary: "No matter what I do, the nightmares keep coming, they won't go away…What do they mean…" …Slight Kataang. Hurt / Comfort, Friendship

Ashes of the Past

Silence.

Silence was all that could be heard while the four of them slept. The campfire had died down to the faint glow of the coals, and there wasn't wind. The air was cold, leaving goosebumps to form on the teen's bodies. They all slept soundly, dreaming their own dreams. Happy ones. Sad ones.

But only one was a nightmare.

The young Avatar tossed and turned as his nightmare took place. Scaring him, inside and out. He wanted to wake up from this horrible dream, but he couldn't open his eyes. He murmured in his sleep, "Go away…Get away from them,"

But no matter what they did, they kept coming.

He couldn't take it anymore; he had to wake up from this. He struggled and struggled, trying to break free from this nightmare. His eyes opened, he yelled is fear as he flew upward, the cold air brushing onto his pale face. Aang sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead, pulling his knees to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs and he cried, wanting it to end.

This wasn't the first time it had happened.