ZAP!

One second, Trey was laying on his bed, fighting to keep heavy eyelids open while attempting to prepare for a Latin exam that he would surely fail anyway.

The next, he found himself laying on a new bed, staring at a dark wood roof. Confused, he sat up and wondered whether he had finally figured out how to do that lucid dream thing that he always read about on Reddit. Now slightly excited, he imagined a world with no gravity, and he began flailing around, hoping to float around. Suddenly, the door opened, and a confused old woman walked through it.

"Are you alright there?" she asked as she stared into Trey's eyes.

"Um. I don't really know." Trey looked around the room again, this time taking in the details. The bed sheets were made of a material that he had never seen before, and the room did not have any electrical lights. Instead, several candles were strewn about. "Where am I?"

"You are in the Eastern Fire Nation, in a village called Yogan."

Trey's face dropped. Fire Nation? What was this lady talking about? Maybe I misheard her? No, he knew he hadn't. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. Or…

No, that can't be. There had to be some explanation. Maybe his friends had played a prank on him. Or his brother. Oh it had to be his brother. Only Stephen could do something like this. Hell, Stephen was one of the few people who really knew about Trey's obsession with Avatar.

"This is some kind of prank, isn't it? Stephen must have set this all up. Where is that fucker?"

A man walked into the room, apparently having heard the last bit of conversation.

"Son, I don't know what kind of person is named Stephen, and I have no idea who you are, but we don't use that kind of language around here."

The man looked out the window and saw that the sun was quickly disappearing over the horizon. Sighing, he flicked two fingers out and pointed at the candles. Suddenly, fire shot out of his fingertips and lit the candles.

Trey's face somehow became even whiter than it had been before. Was that… firebending? It had to be. But that meant that, well, he wasn't on Earth anymore. Or he was on Earth, but a different Earth. A cartoon, fictional Earth.

Trey figured that he would process all of this later. For now, he had to figure out what the hell was going on. He looked up at the man and woman, who now stood next to each other at the foot of the bed.

"How did I get here?"

The woman began to speak, but the man cut her off and began speaking.

"We found you while we were out on our morning walk. You were unconscious in old Ryo's cornwheat field and running a fever. My wife convinced me to carry you back here to make sure you were alright."

Trey began to thank the couple, but he was quickly cut off by the man. Trey silently chucked, amused that the man seemed to like interrupting people.

"Why were you in that field?"

Trey wondered whether he should lie and come up with a story. He took a deep breath and shoved that thought out of his mind. He could tell the truth, that he didn't know. He didn't need to include that he was apparently from a different universe.

"I really don't know sir. I remember laying down in my bed, at home, and next thing I know, I'm in this bed, here."

"Where is home for you, son?"

Trey decided to start fabricating a story, or, as his friend always called it back home, squeeze out some bullshit. "Kyoshi Island."

The man gave him a look, and the woman spoke up.

"Kyoshi Island is an enemy of the Fire Nation."

Trey squinted, almost feeling physical pain as he realized his mistake.

The man then laughed.

"You really are lucky that we found you. I might be a firebender, but I owe that scumbag of a Fire Lord none of my loyalties. You're clearly not from Kyoshi Island, and I honestly don't care about that. But I do need some honesty from you. What is your name?"

"Trey."

"What kind of name is Trey?"

"It's actually a nickname. My real name is William Wesley Wright. Get it? Trey for the three W's. And for my basketball skills, of course."

"What is basketball? And that is the single strangest name I've ever heard."

"It's a game from where I come from."

There was a long silence. Now nervous, Trey decided to bring the thought they were all thinking to words.

"What are you guys going to do with me?"

The man collected his thoughts for a moment.

"You can stay here for now, until we figure out something else. You'll have to attend school though, and you'll need a new name."

"Thank you so much sir, but can I please still go by Trey?"

The man stared at him but Trey continued, "I really don't want to talk about where I'm from, but I don't think I'll ever be able to go back there. It's really the only thing I have left that reminds me of…"

Trey couldn't continue. It was really beginning to sink in. Something had happened, and he was probably never going to see his home again. His friends, family, everything. He would probably never make another YouTube video, or shoot a basketball, or drive a car.

The man saw that he was near tears, and began to speak, "I guess you can still go by Trey, but you need a new 'real' name. Trey will still have to be a nickname."

Trey brightened up a little bit and began to think. What name would be good? It had to be Asian sounding. Lee? No, he didn't like that, and it was too common anyway. Maybe he could go by the name of one of the main characters of the series. Aang? Suddenly, he knew.

"How about Kuzon?

"That sounds perfect. Get some rest, we need to get you enrolled in the school tomorrow morning."

"Before you go, what should I call both of you?"

The man chuckled. "I am Lee, and this is my wife, River."

"Thank you so much, Lee and River."

"Just go to sleep Trey."

Trey was already awake when Lee came in with a fresh set of clothing to wear to school. It looked a lot like Aang's school uniform from that Footloose episode, so he began putting it on according to memory. After he was done, he found his way to the kitchen.

The woman was in there. She stared at him and began to smile.

"Why are you wearing your belt on your head? And why is it upside down?"

Trey thought back to the episode and realized that Aang must have done that to cover his arrow.

"Um, err…"

"Just fix it. Lee is waiting outside."

Trey's face burned red as he fixed his outfit, and they began the walk to the school. Once inside, Lee and River posed as Trey's adoptive parents, and they filled out all of the paperwork. The principle told Trey to report to a room on the other side of the school.

As I walked in, the class became silent. It seemed like they expected him to do something. Bow, he remembered. He shaped his hands like the Fire Nation flame and bowed to his teacher, and she gestured for him to come stand next to her.

"What is your name, young pupil?"

"I'm Kuzon, but I usually go by Trey."

The teacher chuckled.

"I'm Mrs. Kwan. And normally we don't use nicknames, but another child named Kuzon just joined the class earlier today. So Trey it is. Please have a seat."

Trey shrugged, and looked for an empty seat. He glanced around the room and suddenly froze in plane. No. It couldn't be. How could he be here?

He was sitting only 3 rows away from where Kuzon was standing. He was fiddling with his coat, which had a strange bulge above his stomach. He had his belt on his head, and his sleeves over his hands, but it was still clear as day.

Somehow, someway, Trey was in the same room as Avatar Aang.

(A/N) Just an idea I had for a new series. In case it isn't clear, it starts up in the Book 3 episode "The Headband". It will end up being a rewrite of the end of Book 3 and all of the post-Avatar stuff. I'll still work on Aang's Journal, but I like writing with the third person perspective a little better. Let me know what you think, and as always, enjoy!