What's that? You want to hear a story? Well, I don't have many tales to tell, but I do have one that should satisfy you. You might not believe me, but trust me, everything I'm about to tell you is absolutely true. This is the story of how I was brought here by powers beyond my understanding and became a happy citizen of your world…

It all started when I was awoken by a chilly breeze. I sat up and took a good look at my surroundings. I was in some sort of old Temple, the rock walls were cracked and snow covered the ground. The wind picked up again chilling me to the bone, and I quickly scrambled up towards one of the walls to shield myself from the cold breeze. I took a quick look at my clothing and saw that I was wearing nothing but summer clothing: I had my t-shirt which was a bronze-ish brown (looks cooler than it sounds), my jeans, and my shoes which were in desperate need of repair.

"God…t-this is c-cold…W-wonder how I g-got here…" I gasped through chattering teeth.

I started rubbing my arms, trying to warm myself up. After a few moments, I decided to have a look around this temple. I thought that maybe I could find something that could help combat the cold. I started to follow the small path that led towards what I assumed was the main building. As I was walking, I payed close attention to my surroundings, and realised this wasn't a temple, but an old abandoned village of some sort. The architecture seemed familiar, and I saw what looked like a field of sticks, each one with a flat end large enough for someone's feet. I continued walking and led myself into the building.

It was just as cold inside as it was outside, but at least the wind wasn't brushing against my already chilled skin. I walked aimlessly in the halls, my footsteps echoing in the empty building. I was growing slightly more accustomed to the cold by now, and my curiosity about the nature of this place grew with every step. I eventually came to a rather large hall, and at the end was a strange door that appeared to have a multitude of tubes on it and a sculpture of a tree that wrapped around the frame of the doors. I was getting some serious "I've seen this before" vibes, but my memory could not pull up the "before" part of that memory, leaving me with an uneasy feeling of nostalgia. I backed away, deciding it would be too much effort to try to open those large doors.

I ended up going outside again, this time heading down to the smaller buildings I saw when I was headed to the "main building". I suddenly realized that this village was on a mountain. Worried, my need for a blanket or coat was overshadowed by a growing sense of panic that told me that there may not be a way down. The more I looked around the more I realised that I was trapped up here…there was NO way down.

"GAH! WHY!? What did I do to deserve this!?" I screamed to the surrounding mountains. I was beginning to feel a fear I have never felt before. As far as I could tell, there was no one else in this mountain village, I was alone. I decided to look out into the distance. I could see the tops of other mountains, and realized that the altitude at which I was standing was higher than that of the clouds. After being hit by a wave of vertigo, I decided to lie down on my back. The snow that was covering the ground didn't really bother me at that moment.

"What am I going to do now?" I asked myself. I sat up, and looked back at the village. I decided that my time would be better spent doing something other than lying around feeling sorry for myself.

I had spent a few hours exploring the village and finally found an old blanket that I wrapped around my shoulders. My search for other possible supplies led me to a small hut. This was the only building in the village that I did not search yet. I was hoping for a way off this mountain, but I seriously doubted that I would find anything helpful at this point. The entrance to the hut was covered by a thick purple drape, so I lifted it and poked my head inside. It seemed like this used to be a cozy place, but black scars were etched in the stone floor. I had a bad feeling that something happened here. I stepped inside and followed the trail of black marks, and found myself gazing at a haunting scene.

I saw a skeleton; it was dressed in a faded and ripped yellow suit and wore an old wooden pendant. Around it were armor sets, which I guessed also housed skeletons of people who were long dead. From the placement of the bodies, it looked like this was a last stand scenario, the armed soldiers versus this one lone man or woman. What I saw in this room explained why no one was here. This village was a battleground. I backed out of the small building, my mind still holding the image of the skeleton sitting in defeat among the 6 or so soldiers around him.

Something about the armored skeletons was really giving me a sense of déjà vu, like I knew where the designs came from. Why was my memory failing me? I had no answers to that question. My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a large white beast land on one of the platforms at the base of the village. I saw three people get off its back, two dressed in blue winter coats that reminded me of the ones the Inuit wore, and one dressed in a yellow suit that looked just like the clothing on the skeleton.

I slowly made my way down towards the platform. I didn't know who these people were, so I took a detour in order to avoid them just in case my presence would infuriate them. I was planning on talking to them later, but something about that creature they were riding intrigued me. Before stepping onto the platform I made sure the three strangers were nowhere to be seen. When I was sure that they were far away, I stepped onto the platform and made my way towards the large creature. It looked at me lazily, its large brown eyes studying me.

"Hey…I'm not gonna hurt you or anything I just-" I stopped talking when I saw the grey arrow on its head. Then it hit me. "What…?" I asked to myself. "This is….no no no no no no…that would be stupid," I was getting a bad head ache. This whole situation was unbelievable. It had to be a dream.

"What's your name?" I asked what I now knew was a flying bison. "Is it Abba? Abba right?" The bison didn't respond, making me doubt that I had the correct name. "Look…whatever your name is, do you think that your friends could help me out? I'm lost…I guess," I asked softly, stepping closer to the creature. It lifted its head and smelled me, then stuck its tongue out and licked me.

"Ew! Don't do that!" I cried, and then I quickly slapped my hands over my mouth. I tried to ignore the saliva that was now covering my body, trying to think of what to do now. "I think I'll just wait here then," I whispered quietly, taking a seat next to the large "Bison". I decided that it was best for me to just wait for the owners to return. The bison's fur was really warm, and it served as a good shield against the cold winds of the mountain. I almost drifted to sleep, but I woke up when I realised that I was freezing on this mountain for a really long time.

"When are they gonna come back for you?" I asked the Bison. He didn't say anything, of course. I was beginning to think that looking for the trio would be a good idea, but then I realized that the wind had stopped. "That's funny, there should at least be a breeze this high up," I thought. My ears were suddenly pounded by a loud BOOM! The winds picked up violently, and I was cowering in fear next to the Bison.

"WHAT HAPPENED!?" I cried. I looked up towards the center of the village and saw what appeared to be a tornado. In the centre of it, was a glowing blue orb. Is that who I think it is? I thought. My brain was finally putting the pieces of my memory together again. The wind was deafening and my ears felt like they burst from that initial explosion, I could only imagine how loud that must've been for whoever was near that twister. After a few minutes of hiding near the Bison, the wind suddenly calmed down and the twister disappeared. I was finally able to catch my breath. My heart was beating loudly in my chest and my ears where ringing, but I was happy to still be alive. I looked over at the Bison who had his head up, looking in the former direction of the tornado.

"I'm sure your friends are ok," I said in an unconvincing tone. I knew they were fine, because I finally remembered everything. Although I finally knew where I was, it was still hard to believe that I was here. I even had a hard time believing that the winds didn't send me flying off the side of the mountain.

I remained with the Bison. I don't know how long I sat there, but the sun started to show itself, painting the sky with purple and pink light. I almost got up when I heard footsteps coming. The bison has a similar reaction, his ears perked up and his head turned to the direction of the path leading to the center of the village. On the trail were the three strangers, and I could see them clearly now. One was a girl, she had her hair tied back and wore a blue coat. The boy to her right must've been her Brother, because both of their faces shares many features, and he also wore a blue coat. The small kid walking in front of them was bald and had a blue arrow tattooed on his head. He wore yellow and orange clothes and had what looked like a lemur on his shoulder. I decided to stand up from behind the Bison's legs in order to reveal myself. They stopped walking when they saw me.

"Uh…hi?" I said awkwardly. I took a nervous step forward. They remained still. The atmosphere seemed to tighten.

"Who are you!?" The boy in the blue coat asked.

"What are you doing here?" The other boy asked.

"To be honest, I don't know how I got here," I replied. "Look, I have no idea where I am, and I need a way off this mountain,"

The girl approached me, looking at my clothing. "What are you wearing?" She asked.

"Clothing, what does it look like?" I replied nervously.

"You're right, doesn't look like clothing from the Earth kingdom or the Fire Nation," The small boy said.

"The what?" I asked stupidly.

"I don't care about his clothing, who is he!?" The older boy asked loudly, taking a step towards me. I flinched and took a half step backwards.

"Look bro, I'm not looking for trouble, I'm just some guy. I'm normal and uninteresting!" I stammered. "I don't even know where I am."

"You're in an Air Nomad Temple, at least, what's left of one." The small boy answered.

"A what?" I asked, partially playing dumb, but also out of genuine curiosity.

"Air Nomads…you don't know what an Air Nomad is?" The boy asked me raising an eyebrow.

"…I just want to go home…" I replied.

I was now on the back of the flying Bison whose name, as it turned out, was Appa. The girl, Katara, and her brother Sokka were eyeing me. The younger kid, Aang was at the reigns of the creature, flying it.

"So let me get this straight, you claim that you're not from anywhere here?" Sokka asked me, shoving a map of the world in my face. This was probably the second time he asked me that exact question.

"I've already told you, no, I'm not! Do you see a Canada anywhere on here?" I replied with an annoyed tone, shoving the map back in his face.

"You mean you're really not from anywhere?" Aang asked, turning to face us. I nodded.

"Then what are we going to do with you?" Katara asked. It seemed like she was thinking really hard about my situation.

"That's easy, we drop him off somewhere, and then we can continue our journey to the North pole," Sokka replied. Sokka's answer scared me.

"You can't just leave me!" I cried. Sokka looked at me with an expression that clearly asked "Why not?"

"Look…from what you've all told me about yourselves, and the questions you've asked me about whether or not I've been following you, I gather that you're on some sort of world-wide road trip," I said.

"Don't you mean air trip?" Aang piped up. I rolled my eyes.

"Uh…yeah…anyway, my gut is telling me that you guys might be able to help me find a way home," I continued.

"I guess that makes sense," Katara smiled. "We might bump into someone who might know where you come from,"

Sokka looked at her with a shocked expression. He then looked back at me, and crossed his arms. He closed his eyes before speaking.

"Alright, but don't blame me if he somehow interferes with us," Sokka sighed in a defeated tone. I giggle, and then started to laugh. I was experiencing a mix of emotions, joy, fear, excitement. I was about to LIVE the adventure of Avatar with the main cast!

"Welcome to the family!" Aang smiled at me. I nodded at him.

"I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Fred," I smiled. I shook Sokka's hand, then Katara's and finally Aang's.