Avatar: The Last Airbender

Water.

Earth.

Fire.

Air.

Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony.

Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

Only the Avatar,

master of all four elements, could stop them.

But when the world needed him most,

he vanished.

A hundred years passed,

and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar,

an Airbender named Aang.

Since we saved the Northern Water Tribe,

Aang has learned to be a pretty good Waterbender.

That leaves two more elements to master,

earth

and fire.

But as the Fire Nation conquers more and more of the world,

we're running out of time to stop them.

Even though he has more to learn,

we believe Aang can save the world.

- - Come on. We have to keep going.

There's no point.

Okay, I know you're hurting,

but we need to keep going.

That way, soldiers moving fast.

This way, Kyoshi Warriors coming to get us out of here.

No one is coming to save us.

Why did we run?

It would've been faster to burn.

No one is coming.

Then we save ourselves.

If they kill me, I will not die easy.

I will die on my feet, fighting, and so will you.

- -

Yah!

Time to go. Okay. Okay.

Aah!

There he is!

Get him!

Hey, flame head!

Huh?

Lose something?

Yeah, I lost track of my many victories.

Do you wanna help me heal him?

You'll have to learn it eventually.

I don't believe it.

Get lots of rest, okay?

Not until this war is over.

It really has been a long time.

It sure has.

You shot up like a bamboo sprout.

- Are you… - Am I…

No.

- Hey. - Hmm?

Nice job out there.

I can't tell you what it means to see you.

All of you.

What are you doing back in the Earth Kingdom?

I'm gonna rescue my earthbending teacher.

- Do you know where they're holding Bumi? - Uh, yes.

He's locked in a metal tower. Back in Omashu.

He can't bend his way out of it.

I don't care. I need to learn earthbending.

And I'm gonna get my friend.

Hey!

Halt!

I bet one of you guys has a key for this, don't you?

- -

Aang!

You shouldn't be here.

Bumi, there you are.

You usually wait a century between visits. This is… this is much too soon.

The years are catching up with you. Hmm.

Many things are catching up with you, I imagine. Stars, planets, and the like.

Okay. Let's go.

You'll teach me earthbending. Then we'll fight the Fire Lord.

No!

No! I'm far too busy.

Bumi, this is… It's no time for jokes.

That's right. This is the time that you leave.

Immediately.

You wanna stay… here?

That's why I surrendered.

You what?

When I left, you were in the fight.

Now Omashu is in ruins, and your people are refugees.

What did you do?

Nothing!

I did nothing.

And it was the hardest thing I have ever done.

I could've taken up arms,

and my people would have followed and died for it.

To save them, I did nothing.

Do you see?

I had to feel everything

so that I could feel nothing,

which is the key to feeling everything.

What do you know of jing, hmm?

The monks said it's the energy used to fight.

Positive jing when you attack. And negative jing when you retreat.

- Which we should be doing right now. - What about neutral jing?

There are three kinds of jing?

There are 85 different kinds of jing.

Momo knows all of them. Hello.

People use jing every day, and they aren't aware of it,

but you must become aware of it, Aang.

You must master neutral jing

to learn earthbending.

Master neutral jing?

- Master doing nothing? -

It may look that way,

but it is waiting and listening

for the right time

to strike.

But… but this… this is the moment.

You come with me, and we can defeat the Fire Lord together.

Please, Bumi.

You're my oldest friend. Just…

just…

just be my teacher.

Your teacher will be a master of neutral jing.

A teacher who waits and listens.

Maybe it will be a new friend.

You should go, Aang.

The guards will be changing their shifts soon.

If they find you, all the time in the world

will suddenly become no time at all.

I'll see you another time, my friend.

What happened?

Mmm.

Mmm. Huh.

Is it time for tea?

Thank you.

- Doesn't the rain feel glorious? - Mm-hmm.

You need to move faster, Uncle.

Ah, but if I rush, I'll miss the waft of rind on the breeze,

the silky mud settling into the grooves of my skin.

Every time you help someone else, your own bag gets emptier.

That's a terrible way to look at the world.

The world is terrible.

This… this place is terrible.

Melon yams are terrible.

You know, we started out picking melon yams.

Then it was kale and tomatoes.

Then mung beans and pepper plums and cabbages.

And now we're back to melon yams.

How long can we do this?

Hiding out like fugitives.

We are fugitives.