A/N: Okay so doing this I say that everyone is the age they are in LOK but Aang is 13; Takes place a week after Amon died in the LOK world and in the ALTA world it has been a year since Aang defeated the fire lord. Enjoy!
He woke to the sounds of waves crashing on the beach. His head was throbbing and he couldn't help but wonder where he was. He was aware of the sand beneath him, crunching it in his fingers he slowly sat upright. "Well that didn't work." He said to himself in a boring tone. Reaching back to rub his head he began to get a little worried. Looking at his surroundings, there was a temple on this island not too far away. Maybe there was someone who could help. He looked up to the sky and guessed that it was a few hours until dusk. Now was as good a time as ever.
"Come on mommy I already got it!" shouted a young girl in bright yellow and orange clothing. "Ikki I already told you, you'll spoil your dinner with that! Get rid of it and help me set the table." "But mom!" Whined Ikki, slouching a little and giving her mother the best pout lip she could. "No buts. Maybe if you help you could have some after dinner." A middle aged woman with brown hair said as she entered holding a pile of clean plates, a smirk plastered on her face. The girls face lightened up and she stared at the pink ice cream cone in her hand. "Okay…" she said half heartedly. Just then two other children rushed in the room on air scooters. "Hah I knew I'd beat you Jinora!" The younger of the two taunted once they had landed. "You didn't beat me at all. I was just letting you win because I didn't want to hurt your feelings." The older girl stated calmly as she crossed her arms and looked away from her brother. "Liar!" The boy said sticking out his tongue. Jinora was just about to say something in protest and then there was a knock at their door. Her mouth hug open like a fish out of water but she quickly closed it and walked towards the door. Their mother split the stack of plates and was ready to hand them to Ikki when she heard Jinora mumble, "Oh my spirits."
Everyone turned and then their eyes widened, and the ice cream Ikki was holding slid off of the cone and landed on the floor in a splatter. She had seen the old paintings. "Grandpa Aang?"
Tenzin had been meditating for hours. He knew Pema would be making dinner soon and he decided to get peace of mind and be ready for his crazy bunch of kids. He took a deep breath through his nose and then exhaled it into a gust of wind it stirred a pile of leaves not too far away. It was so silent except for the sound of the leaves sliding across the cement floor of the smaller part of the temple's courtyard. He slowly opened his eyes sitting very still and he observed the thin line of where the sea met the sky looking away from Republic City. The sky was fading away from its usual pale blue into a more yellowish-orange color. Tenzin sighed and stood up. Much better, he thought. It had been a very stressful day. Trying to organize all the benders who had been affected by Amon. Trying to help Korra restore all of their bending, it was all so much. His gaze drifted off over towards where his family would be. Taking one last look at the skyline he walked off. He felt like he was stuck in slow motion and was suddenly snapped out of it when he heard his wife, Pema scream his name.
He took off, running to the house and when he got to the door he swung it open so fast, accidently using a bit of airbending and hit the wall too hard. Great, now he knew he would have to fix a hole in the wall. But he thought they were in danger, how could he not? With everything that had happened not too long ago.
He always controlled his bending, but nothing could get him angry or worried than something happening to them. He maneuvered his way through the crowded back hallway as fast as he could, headed to the front of their home. He finally managed to get into the dining room filled with the confused faces of his family. "Pema, what's wrong? Is everything alright?" He asked franticly, worried he was ready for anything. Or so he thought.
"Umm..Sorry to bother you. I just got a little lost." Asked the young man in the front doorway, a smile pressed onto his face, he was scratching the top of his shaved head. He looked just as confused as everyone else. The whole time Tenzin had had his back turned to Aang, but there was something familiar about that voice. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it sounded like a higher pitched version of…He slowly turned around and was met face to face with the man. He arched an eyebrow slowly, his mouth was still hanging open in a failed attempt to say something.
"Father?"