Ami is raised in the Fire Nation & is an Ambassador for Fire Lord Zuko. She's on a mission w/ 3 purposes: help bring a sincere apology to the world. Find her missing family w/ her waterbending as her only clue. Uncover the deadly plot that threatens Zuko & his family to restore Ozai to the throne. This story takes place eighteen years after Zuko is named Fire Lord. The reason I decided to write this fanfiction was to fill in the gaps between A:TLA and A:LOK. It contains mostly OCs, but the major characters from the show are in it. The small characters, such as: Hahn, Yue, Master Piandao, and Jet have a much bigger impact in this story. I wanted to shed some light on what I think happened to some of them.

It is my first one that I've ever written out. It starts off a little slow, but I promise it will pick up. Please Read and Review. I would really appreciate any thoughts on this fanfiction. I wanted to test out my writing style and I thought this would be a good place to start. Thank you for your time and enjoy!

I am a huge fan of the shows. However, I do not own anything from Avatar: The Last Airbender or Legend of Korra, only the OC's I came up with.


She woke up coughing up sea water. She gasped for breath; her body shook and ached at the same time. Her skin itched from being covered in sand and her clothes were ripped. Where was she? How did she get here?

Surveying her surroundings, the twelve year old girl was on a beach. The sun was climbing the sky, indicating that it was still morning. The air was already warm and becoming humid. So far, no one was around. The waves were softly rolling on the shore, and the birds were flying in the sky.

It was a beautiful place, calm and quiet. But she could not stay here. She needed to find food, water, shelter, and people if they inhabited this land. The idea of going back in the water to wash the sand off her body was terrifying and calming at the same time.

Flashbacks played through her mind of being in the ocean during the storm. It sent wave after wave crashing over her. They took her deeper and deeper under water. She tried to swim to the surface, but she was tossed around so much she did not even know which was up. She had convinced herself that she was about to die when a bright light surrounded her.

"You will be safe." A voice whispered in her ear.

She looked for the voice and saw a beautiful girl floating in the water with her. She looked like an angel with long white hair and in a glowing white dress. It was the Moon Spirit.

"I will protect you." The Spirit reassured.

The next thing she remembered was waking up on the beach. The ocean scared her, but she knew she would be safe. The Moon Spirit promised to protect her. Once the sand was gone from her body and hair, she returned to the shore and decided to walk along the beach. If anyone lived here, she would probably have a better chance of discovering them on the beach than getting lost in the forest.

She walked for a little while. The sun was perfectly overhead and her clothes were dry when she came to a wall. It stretched out into the water a little ways. She heard laugher and shouting and desperately looked for a way to climb the wall so she would not get her clothing wet again. Realizing there was no other way, she ran around the wall; grateful that the water only came up to her knees.

When she cleared the wall, there were people playing in the water, building sand castles, and bathing in the sun for as far as she could see. Relief swept over her.

She ran to the nearest person. A child about her age was digging a hole in the sand. He jump at the sight of her and ran away.

"Please help me!" the girl cried. But no one could understand her. Her voice was horse and broken from screaming during the storm. The sound that came out was more like a growl. She tried again with another woman, and she too ran away.

The girl fell on her knees and began sobbing. No one would help her. They were all afraid of her because she looked crazy with her clothes torn, her hair a mess, and sand started to cover her again.

A shadow cast over her. The girl looked up from her misery and saw a bunch of boys a little older than her. They all had a mean look on their faces.

"What's your problem? Why are you chasing people and scaring them?" One boy asked. He must have been the leader of the group.

"I'm not trying to." The girl tried to say.

"If you keep scaring people, I will have to scare you." The boy started to bend fire with his palm and held it up for her to see.

The girl jumped to her feet and started to back away. "Stop!"

The boy came closer with his gang right behind him. "You don't tell me what to do!"

"Look at her eyes!" one boy pointed out. "They're blue with brown and green spots! She has demons' in her eyes!"

They wasted no time and shot fire at her. She barely ducked out of the way in time. Her instincts took over and she went into a fighting stance. She called the water from the ocean to her and bent it to protect herself.

All of the bystanders who were in range gathered their belongings and ran from the scene. The remaining boys formed a semicircle and also produced fire. They all took turns attacking the girl. She held her own for a while, dodging and striking with the water whip to each opponent. The realized that they could not take her down on a one on one fight; so they joined together and shot fire out of their fists simultaneously.

She made a shield and protected most of her body, but one fire blast caught her arm, leaving behind a burn. She screamed in pain, drawing attention to the fight. It did not take long for someone to intervene.

"What is going on here?!" a man shouted. He was dressed in a loose fitted red robe with gold trim and a sword tied to his side. His charcoal grey hair was tied in a bun on the back of his head. He had a goatee that hid part of his face. His eyes blazed with enragement at what he just witnessed.

"She just showed up from the other side of the wall and started terrorizing everyone!" The leader defended.

"So you thought shooting fire at her would solve this issue?" The man asked in a stern angry voice. The boys started shaking in fear. "Leave this area. Now!"

The boys did not need to be told twice. They ran as fast and far as they could to the other side of the beach. The man waited until they were out of sight before addressing the girl. His blood was boiling and did not want to take it out on a helpless little girl.

When he turned back around, she was gone. He followed her footsteps to the wall then into the water. He walked around the barrier and saw her sitting in the sand. She was in agony holding her burned arm, trying to get control on her emotions. His heart ached to help her.

She saw the man come around the wall and she stood up to run further away, but tripped and fell over her ripped clothes.

"Wait!" the man held up both hands carefully tried to soothe her. "I want to help you."

She was so terrified she was shaking and sobbing. It ripped his heart to pieces at the sight. He came closer, but kept a few feet away to not further frighten her. He knelt down and rested an elbow on his knee.

"My name is Piandao. What's yours?" the man asked with a soft smile and kind eyes.

"Um, I don't know." The girl cried. That realization caused the tears to flow even harder.

The man was alarmed by this, but he would get nowhere if she remained hysterical. "It's alright. We will figure that out. Try to take some deep, calming breaths." The girl attempted to do that, but her breathing was still too rapid. She started to sway a little, like she was about to pass out. "Slower, slower. That's it, nice and easy."

The girl was starting to calm down. Her breathing was slower and she wiped her face dry. She thought a little more than spoke softly. "I think my name is Ami."

"Like Ah-mEE? Or A-mee?" Piandao asked.

"Ah-mEE." She clarified.

"You have a beautiful name, Ami. Where are your parents?"

"I don't know that either. " Ami shook her head.

"How did you get here?"

"I woke up on the beach down there." Ami pointed to the other side of the beach.

"Were you alone?"

"No. The Moon Spirit was with me." Ami answered. "She promised to protect me."

Piandao was quiet for a moment, studying the young girl. He pointed to her burn, "I have some healing salve at my umbrella. My wife Mila is there as well. Would you like to meet her and I can help with the burn?"

Ami stilled for a second. She was nervous to go anywhere with him. But she wanted and needed help. If she felt scared, she would run away. She nodded and stood up when he did.

"They said I had demons in my eyes." Ami whispered.

He stopped and kneeled down to her level. He looked square in her eyes to see what she was talking about. "You do have very unique eyes, blue with brow and green speckles. That mutation is something to be admired. You have beautiful angelic eyes."

Piandao led the way back around the wall down the beach to a woman who was sitting under an umbrella.

She was strikingly beautiful and roughly the same age as Piandao. Her dark brown hair was glittered with gray. She looked kind and generous.

"Hello!" she smiled at Ami.

"Ami, this is my wife, Mila." Piandao introduced.

Ami whispered so softly, Mila could not hear her. She looked to her husband for clarification.

Piandao sensed the insecurity and redirected the attention. "Why don't you sit down on the blanket and I will get the salve."

Mila scooted over to make room. She looked to her husband for an explanation. He shook his head letting her know he would explain later. "Are you hungry, Ami?" The young girl shook her head.

He found the salve at the bottom of the bag. "Can I have your arm?" Ami carefully held it out to him. She was shaking and in pain. He gently applied the salve and it instantly cooled the skin. He found a bandage as well and wrapped it. "I don't think it will scar. Those boys are poorly disciplined and weak in their bending." Mila picked up an extra blanket and draped it over Ami's shoulders.

"Thank you." Ami said louder for them to hear.

"Excuse us for a minute," Piandao stated. He stood up from the blanket and motioned for Mila to follow him. They walked far enough away to not be overheard, but close enough to keep an eye on Ami.

"Where did she come from?" Mila asked.

"I think she was on board a ship and fell into the ocean from the storm. She washed up on the beach on the other side of the wall." He explained.

"Oh my! We should report this to the authorities. Her family could be searching for her." Mila raced on the conversation.

"I would like to take her back to the house and get her some food and clean clothes first. Then we can alert the authorities. She did not remember her name at first and does not know where her family is."

"This is awful. Let's get going so the poor thing can be reunited with her family." Mila turned and went back to the umbrella.

Piandao was happy to see his wife willing to help this child, but it made him sad thinking about how unfair it was that she was never able to be a mother. He reminded himself that right then, Ami needed their help. There was no time to dwell on the hurtful past.

They gathered up their belongings and led Ami to the stairs of the beach house they were staying in. Right away they were greeted by servants and took the items to be put away. They all looked a little weary of Ami.

"Ami, can I take you upstairs to get you a change of clothes?" Mila asked. "I will have one of the servants try to repair yours."

Ami nodded and followed Mila upstairs. She looked back to Piandao, who assured her with a nod.

Once the women were out of sight, he called for his head butler, Kon to follow him into the small study. "I need a message sent to the Chief of Police." He quickly explained what he knew about Ami and wrote the message. He asked for the Chief to come to the house so he could report finding Ami. However, he was going to leave out the waterbending. Despite the war being over, there was still some prejudice against people of the other nations. He did not want Ami to be put in danger. He finished the letter and Kon had another servant high tail it to the station.

About an hour later, Mila returned with Ami to the dining room table. She was washed and had on a clean robe. Her arm was bandaged over the burn to keep out infection. A plate of food was placed in front of her on the table and she looked over the food curiously.

Mila explained what the items were, making sure to keep the food on the safe side. There was bread, some fruit, and vegetable of some kind. She poured three cups of jasmine tea. She did not want to force Ami to eat anything, but she gently encouraged her to satisfy her grumbling stomach. She took a bite of bread, and realized how hungry she really was. Once she was finished, Piandao explained the message.

"I sent a message to the chief of police here on the island. I wanted to notify them that you have been found, so that your family can come for you. He is on his way here to make the report."

"Will I have to leave?" Ami asked with a look of fear.

"Only if you want too." Mila interjected.

Piandao looked at his wife. He did not want to see his wife get hurt by getting too attached to the child. "You may have to go to the police station. But if you do, we will go with you. You will not have to be alone."

"Why do I have to go there?"

"I'm not sure," Piandao answered truthfully. "But if I had to guess, it would be to finish the report. Then you can come back here and stay as long as you want until your family comes for you."

"Thank you." Ami felt like crying again. "I can't remember who they are. I don't think I have a family."

Mila took Ami's hand and gently squeezed it. "I bet they are searching the whole island to find you. By reporting you found, I bet the chief will bring your family with him."

"But I don't know who they are. I can't remember who my family is." Ami was staring at the table. She was searching her memory for some clue of who her family was. All she could remember was the Moon Spirit. Tears were forming in her eyes and Mila hugged her.

"It's alright," Mila said and Ami hugged her back. "You will not be alone. We will help you."

Later that afternoon, the Chief of police arrived. He took down all the information he needed to help reunite Ami with her family. He did learn that Ami was a waterbender. He gravely stated that no one has reported any missing children, and no people from the other nations have been reported on the island. This worried Piandao and Mila greatly that they may never find Ami's family. Even more disturbing, she could possibly have been forsaken by them.

He explained that he would like them to stay on the island for another few days before they returned to the mainland. The police would be in contact when they had any information. He did ask Ami how she felt about staying with Piandao and Mila, giving her another alternative of staying at an orphanage. He explained that it would be to her benefit to stay where she was, giving Piandao and Mila his full support. He also encouraged that they take her to a doctor to get fully checked out.

Ami trusted Piandao and Mila and wanted to stay with them. She also trusted the Chief of Police that he would do everything he could to help find her family. She knew she was safe and would be cared for. It really bothered her that she could not remember anything about her family or where she came from. The only thing she knew for certain that she was a waterbender. So she had some form of water tribe in her background. Narrowing it down from the Northern, Southern, or Swamp water tribes was going to be difficult.

They took her to the doctor who did a physical on Ami. Other than her amnesia, her burn, and a few bumps and cuts from her time in the storm, she was perfectly healthy. The doctor explained that her memory may never return. The best way to help it along would be to surround her with various objects and people that linked her to her past.

Mila saved Ami's clothes. They were torn beyond repair. And Ami did not like to look at them because it reminded her of the storm. It triggered some sort of post traumatic stress. Mila removed a special embellishment from the garments. It was some kind of tooth about the size of a child's palm with carvings on it. She decided that she would turn it into something different that would hopefully inspire good memories. She took a special chain and turned it into a necklace.

A few days turned into a week. Piandao asked for permission to return to his castle with his wife and Ami. The Chief would send for them to return if they heard anything. Ami was satisfied to go with them. They loved and cared for her as if she was their own, and she learned to love and care for them as well.

Mila presented the tooth to Ami, who was hesitant to look at it at first. On their way to the castle, she started to accept the fact that it would take time for her to remember her past. It was still extremely difficult at times. But the tooth reminded her that she did have a family somewhere.

Piandao and Mila never discouraged her from asking questions or trying to remember. They were worried about her bending. Prejudice feelings of other cultures in the fire nation were a real problem. They did not want Ami to be treated poorly. They asked her to keep her bending a secret, and asked that she train only in the privacy of their home. But with no one around to be able to teach her how to control her bending, Ami's gift was stunted.

Noticing this frustration and Ami's curiosity, Piandao trained her to be a sword master. Once the summer ended and there was no word from the police of Ember Island, Mila enrolled Ami into school.

Months faded into years, and still no word about Ami's family. Piandao and Mila were sad for Ami, because they saw how this affected her. But they were so happy to finally get the chance to be parents.

Ami tried to not let her sadness of her real family show around her adopted family. Sometimes she would have dreams of her old life or a distant memory. But as quick as it came, it vanished in the back of her mind. As she grew, Piandao became her dad and Mila her mom. She resigned herself that she may never know what happened to her real family. The life she was living was truly a blessing since she nearly died in the storm; she would not take the second chance at life for granted.