Chapter 450: Aang the Mighty
In one event Alexander had to intervene, it was when a blood bender tried to kill Aang and others. So he cast a worldwide spell that anyone using Bloodbending with wrong intentions would lose memories of bloodbending. Alexander considered this power even more dangerous than all the bending combined because safeguarding from it was impossible for others.
Other than this, a few years ago, his new closest and best friend, Iroh left his mortal body and ventured into the Spirit realm. Although he made a promise before. Alexander was sad after that for a while as he considered him as good of a friend as Dobby and Ragnarok. His hit podcast was a golden memory of the world, talked about in history books as the words of the wise spiritual master.
But currently, Alexander had come to the Southern Air temple in a hurry. There was an emergency.
Avatar Aang, only 65 years old, looked like he was more than a hundred years old. His muscles had withered and eyes had sunk in. He looked sicker than anyone.
This went against common sense that the more powerful the bender the longer they would live. After checking his body, he found the reason.
"*Sigh* Aang, because you were stuck in ice for a hundred years. It did damage to your body. It didn't appear all this time because you were in your prime. But now it has started to show up and fastened your aging. Too fast." Alexander told the grave news. All his children, Katara, Zuko, Toph, Sokka, and a few others gasped in horror.
Aang smiled from the bed and asked weakly, "Ah... Grandpa, h-how l...long do I have?"
"Not long. Maybe a month at most." Alexander answered.
Alexander looked at Aang's face intently. He missed the cheerful face of Aang. The fun-loving goofy boy who deserved all the happiness in the world but still couldn't have an easy life.