Chapter 6

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Chapter 6 Appa's gone! We finally have good news to celebrate, and this happens! I've come to count on him to carry us everywhere and save us when we're in trouble. I don't know what we'll do without him in this desert, in this heat. Poor Aang. Appa's not just a pet or a ride; he's Aang's family, his best friend. This is awful. How many loved ones can one person lose? "How could you let Sandbenders take Appa?" Aang screamed at Toph. I guess while we were in the library a group of Sandbenders–Earthbenders who can manipulate sand–captured Appa. "I couldn't stop them," she cried. "The library was sinking and I was trying to keep it up. I can hardly feel any vibrations in the sand, so I can't see. They snuck up on me and–" "You just didn't care!" Aang yelled. "You never liked Appa. You wanted him gone!" Wait, I know Toph has rubbed us all the wrong way at times, but Aang's not being fair. I know he's upset, but yelling at Toph isn't going to bring Appa back. "Aang, stop it! You know Toph did all she could. She saved our lives!"

"I'm going after Appa," Aang announced, opening his glider and taking off. "We'll never make it out of here," Sokka moaned. Aang's gone, Toph feels horrible, and Sokka is losing hope. I can't let everyone give up. It's not just about us surviving. It's about the survival of the whole world. "We'd better start walking. We're the only people who know about the solar eclipse. We have to get that information to Ba Sing Se." Sometimes I wish there was someone for me to lean on… but this is just the way it is. I have to keep us together. I have to get this information to the Earth King. I just have to. We're practically out of water. Everyone is hot and exhausted. Still, we have to keep moving. We've got to find a way out of the desert. There's Aang! He's come back… alone. "I'm sorry, Aang. I know it's hard for you, but we need to focus on getting out of here." "What's the difference?" he replied. "We won't survive without Appa. We all know it." I can't let his despair make the others lose all hope. "Come on, Aang, we can do this if we work together. Right, Toph?"

"As far as I can feel, we're trapped in a giant bowl of sand pudding. I got nothing." Sokka is stretched out on his back, staring up at some circling birds. It's up to me, then. I'm not letting them give up and just sit here waiting for the end! "We are getting out of this desert and we're going to do it together. Aang, get up. Everybody hold hands!" On we trudged until night began to fall. "I think we should stop for the night." "Appa!" Aang cried as he looked up. "Sorry, Aang. It's just a cloud." I really wish it were more than a cloud–a cloud! That means water! "Aang, fly up and bend the water from that cloud into my pouch." Aang snatched the pouch from my hand impatiently, opened his glider, and flew up toward the cloud. I know he's upset, but really, his behavior isn't fair. No matter, here he is with the pouch. At least now we have water. Huh, it feels awfully light. "Wow. There's hardly any water in here." "I'm sorry, okay!" Aang shouted angrily. "It's a desert cloud. I did all I could. What's anyone else doing? What are YOU doing?"

He is so angry, so uncontrolled. I know he's sad about Appa, but it's not like I don't know what it feels like to lose a loved one. He's certainly not going to get through it by alienating the people who are still here for him. If I could wish Appa back here, I'd do it in a second. But I can't. "I'm trying to keep everyone together." Just then Toph stubbed her toe on something in the sand. It turned out to be a buried sandsailer, the vehicle Sandbenders use to glide along the desert, using wind power. "Aang, you can bend a breeze into the sails to make it move. We're going to make it!" We dug out the sailer and set off across the desert. But we soon ran into some Sandbenders who accused us of stealing their sailer. "I recognize the voice of one of the Sandbenders," Toph said. "He's the one who stole Appa!" "Where is he?" Aang shouted at the Sandbenders. "Where's my bison?" Aang's going crazy! He's blasting the Sandbender's gliders to pieces. I've never seen him so angry. He may actually hurt someone. "Tell me where he is. Now!" Aang screamed. "It wasn't me!" the Sandbender cried, obviously

frightened by Aang's rage. "You're the one who said to put a muzzle on him!" Toph said. "You muzzled Appa?!" Aang yelled. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it belonged to the Avatar!" the Sandbender admitted. "I traded him to some nomads. He's probably in Ba Sing Se by now. They were going to sell him there." Aang's eyes are going blank. His tattoos are glowing. Now the wind is whipping up all around him. He's so furious, he's slipping into the Avatar state. His power is unbelievably strong, but completely out of control. It's like a giant tornado is surrounding him, spreading in all directions. "Run!" Sokka shouted, grabbing Toph and pulling her away from Aang. No. Not me. I'm not running away from Aang. I'm going right through the tornado funnel. I don't care how dangerous it might be. Aang needs me and I'm not letting him down. Just reach up and–got him! Now he's looking down at me. See, he's coming back down. He just needs to know that I'm here for him. After everything he's done, everything he's meant to me, it's the least I can do. I am not letting go. There, the wind is calming down. He's coming out of the Avatar state. It's okay, Aang. I'm here. And