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The Battle at the Temple of the SunBattle at the Temple of the Sun
Flying like a blazing comet on the back of the spirit of the previous Avatar's animal guide is not an experience most can claim they have the chance they had to do. But then again most people aren't part of Team Avatar and their souls aren't forever connected to the soul of Avatar.
It is true some friendship can last more than one lifetime and its true love conquers all and also souls are constantly seeking each other out every lifetime. It would appear more then just the Avatar is reincarnated. It seems some part of everyone is reborn or at least passed down through in both the memory of the stories told and the legacy of love we leave behind.
Either way, we all find one way or another to truly conquer death so we never truly have to be afraid of it and we will live beyond it. So when we do finally rest within the Spirit World cradle we know we truly won't be forgotten or gone forever. It will only be until we meet again.
Another good thing flying on a
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Jun immediately led Team Avatar to a mountain in the configuration of a sleeping dragon. Though they weren't completely convinced if it was a mountain or a dormant volcano given again the Fire Nation was full of them. Therefore again after all they had already been through on this quest, they tread both with caution and like they're walking on eggshells.
Jun slowly turned towards them with a look of dignified reverence on her face and spoke in a voice that held great respect customarily reserved when you spoke of holy beings. Gesturing towards the majestic mountain behind her she said, "What you observe before you is the Crypt of the First Fires. It's the final resting place of all the first firebenders, thus the dragons themselves are laid to rest here," she paused for the dramatic effect before she continued on while looking at her Fire Lady squarely.
"As I'm positive you Fire Lady Akiko are at least knowledgeable one of the distinguished obligations of the Drag
A Death You Can't RhymeI didn't feel any trepidation about visiting my half-brother until I got off the Interstate. I had been fine on the flight from New York to Tampa, relaxed at the rental car agency, and even delighted driving downtown by the city skyline. But as I passed by all the eastern suburbs and got off the exit for Ruskin and headed east, I got a feeling way down in my stomach that was either caused by emotion or by cilantro. I hadn't had any of the latter in quite some time.
Motoring through the retirement community of Sun City was pleasant enough, and it still made me feel like I was near to modern civilization. But once I got past that, and then the small town of Wimauma, civilization began thin out in a hurry. I drove on another little while and passed through a town called Fort Lonesome that, as far as I know, only consists of a convenience store and an electrical substation. "There is truth in advertising," I thought to myself.
Not long after that I cross
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