Abandoned Air Temple [Open]

The Abandoned Air Temple. Where several air nomads used to reside. Now there is only one. Satoshi. Satoshi stood in the middle of one of the many chambers throughout the temple. Not really doing anything, just admiring the temple's rich architecture. Even if it was made out of stone, it looked beautiful, mesmerizing really. Satoshi could only smile, remembering the days before his kind were massacred. He took a deep breath and decided to meditate, that being the only thing right able to clear his mind. He sat down on the cold floor, and crossed his legs, going into the simple, standard meditation position. The arrow on his forehead began to glow, showing that his chakra was flowing. The energy poured out of his body, swirling around in a magnificent concoction of skill and power. He seemed calm. He looked calm. His chakra was flowing peacefully with a hitch.

Suddenly, memories. Memories isnt' the right word. He was imagining. The massacre of his clan. Then the peace turned to hell. The spectacular chakra display turned corrupted as his focus broke. He lost sight of the light, and was slowly getting angry by the second. The arrows on his forehead and arms began to glow brightly, as his energy level spiked. His eyes shot open, and they glowed also. The ground began to crack under him, as the wind began to blow vigorously, ravaging the landscape around his person. He seemed to levitate off the ground, all the wind circling him and forming a protective sphere. He screamed in agony, no, in distress. Then the power subsided, his tatoos lost their glow, and he fell to the ground. Everything was silent again, with the exception of the deep, hard breaths Satoshi was taking. "Man..I have no one.."