Hey! I re-read this story and I saw so many things that I wanted to fix, so I redid mostly ALL of the story! Please read the whole thing, for it is SOOOO much better!

RATING: T for mild language, slight violence, romance

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Avatar.

He had always labored tirelessly at his work. His remembrance of why he was doing it was fading, but there was one motive that kept him going. Day and night, night and day. Winter to spring, then summer, fall, and then winter again. Days flew by as if they were seconds, weeks passed as if they were minutes. He didn't mind that his life was slowly slipping away, wasted on the silly sculpture. Every now and then he would sleep, take a munch on the bread he dehydrated so it wouldn't mold over, or (yes, I went there) go to the bathroom in the small room on the side of the shack. And every now and then he would remember.

He would remember why he was doing this.

He had been twelve, and he was on the playground with the other children. It was one of his last days at that part of the temple before he ran away.

"If you're the Avatar, then why can't you make us some ice to cool us down?" one of the bald, whiny, heavyset kids sneered at him.

"I don't know waterbending yet," Aang admitted. "But I will someday!" he said, eyes glistening.

"Well, I don't feel protected," whined the kid, shivering and clutching his shawl in a mock-frightened position. "I want someone else to be the Avatar!"

Aang shook his head, and turned to walk away when a strong hand caught him.

"Hey," said a depper voice. Aang turned back to face him. It was his older friend, Yin.

"Hey," Aang replied, nodding to his older teenage friend.

"I have a request, no, more like a dare," Yin said, a devillish smirk rising across his smooth, young, attractive face.

"What is it?" Aang said excitedly.

"You're gonna be an ice-bender one day, right?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Yeah."

"Well," Yin said, "I have a challenge for you to do, once you get yourself a waterbending teacher."

"What is it?" Aang asked, louder this time.

"Shh! I want you to make for yourself the girl of your dreams," Yin said, finishing dramatically.

Aang stood there, staring off into space. "I don't think I know what you mean."

"Ugh!" Yin said, smacking himself in the forehead. "It's as simple as an air-blast! ...Ice. Get it? Sculpt a freakingly hot girl outta ice!"

"OH!" Aang said. "I get it!"

Yin smiled.

"Cool."

His sixteenth birthday had Aang worried. He had taught himself to waterbend, but very, very little. Aang had figured out how to make ice and keep it frozen, but he had no clue how to shape it. When he felt the ice beneath his fingers begin to soften, he would flex his fingers and the ice would harden, so it would not ruin his hard work.

He knew he couldn't stay locked in his little room forever, making every striking detail of his breathtaking sculpture flawless. He had Avatar duties, but he had made his promise to Yin, and he would never break it.

But soon his situation would change. Aang had just finished his ice scupture, and he instantly fell in love with it as soon as he stepped back to admire it.

Perfectly widened eyes, rippling, shimmering hair, and a smooth, beautiful, curvaceous body. Soft hands, slender fingers, the list of perfection could go on forever.

For some strange reason, however, as soon as he looked over the girl, he began to cry.

"Oh! How I wish I could have a girl like that!" he wailed quietly.

Deprived of love in his life after all of his friends died in the war, he had no one to love, and no one loved him.

And then, a sparkling light appeared through a crack in the ceiling. It blinded him, and he couldn't see anything but the light. The light...

A/N: Hey! So is it any better? Let me know!