Author's Note: This is the first story I've posted in years and I have yet to finish my Danny Phantom Path to Evil story, which I promise I will when I have time. In the meantime, this is another story that fills in the blanks of Avatar that the producers never have time for (because I'm famous for filler stories.) Watch out for my Ben 10/My LIfe as a teenage Robot story still in the works.. It will be kind of similar to the episode "The Avatar and the Firelord" in its subject matter, but friendlier. I hope you enjoy. I wil patch up any mistakes later on.

Adventure 1: The Dragon Egg Rescue

Kuzon could barely contain himself; he was ready to jump out of his skin. It was only on rare occasions that his family "enjoyed" such things as the circus after all. Truthfully, Kuzon and his older brother Ruzon enjoyed the circus; their parents just tolerated it. They believed the circus was for peasants and farmhands seeking to escape their family's problems, not for highly ranked government officials. But they did love to see their children smile. And now they were waiting in line to enter the circus tent of the Four Flames: Kuzon's most beloved circus. He could only think of all the Panthevultures, camelephants, and platypus bears he would see and how the show has changed and all the fire flakes and fire gummies and –

"Kuzon, come on, the line is moving," Ruzon called to his brother when the line began to move towards the tent.

"Coming, Ruzon! I wouldn't miss this for anything," Kuzon said as he followed his family inside.

Since Kuzon's father was a high ranking government official, their family got to sit in the best seats that were placed high above the common seats. They were in the best location so his family could get a good view of the circus ring. Kuzon waved to some of his friends that were sitting across for his as well as his friends sitting below; all of them just as ecstatic as he was. The atmosphere was enough to make any young heart uncontrollably giddy.

"It looks like the show will be starting soon," Ruzon told his excitable brother.

"I hope sooner rather than later; I have a ton of work that's just begging to be taken care of," Kuzon's father muttered impatiently under his breath.

Just has he finished his sentence, the lights dimmed, the audience became quiet and a spotlight shone center stage.

"Oh no," Kuzon exclaimed," I forgot to get the fire treats. We can't watch the circus without fire treats!"

Kuzon and Ruzon had a tradition among brothers: whenever they would go to the circus, Kuzon would eat fire gummies while Ruzon would enjoy fire flakes so they could share with one another. So Kuzon rushed to the lower level of the tent and to the snack bar to get the treats.

"Hurry back, Kuzon!" Ruzon whispered to Kuzon as he rushed off.

In no time at all, Kuzon had fire treats for himself and his brother; fire gummies in one hand and fire flakes in the other, both of them the largest size the circus sold.

"If I'm careful, I can get back to my seat before the first show without spilling any of the treats," Kuzon said to himself while trying to carry the bags.

As he carefully traveled back to his seat, Kuzon saw someone watching him from the corner of his eye. He could have easily ignored the person looking at him, but Kuzon's inner trouble maker told him to investigate. He couldn't pass up the potential for an adventure, not even for the Four Flames Circus. So he promptly walked to the curtain where the eye was watching him and observed the sign that read "FOR PERORMERS AND WRANGLERS ONLY." Now there was no way Kuzon could resist. Before he could act, he was pulled behind the curtain and he spilled both bags of fire treats.

"Aw, man, my gum—"

Kuzon was interrupted by a hand put over his mouth to keep him quiet.

"Shh, someone will hear us," a mysterious boy said to him. Kuzon obeyed.

"I promise I'll get you more treats, I just need help with an important mission," the boy said quietly.

"What kind of mission," Kuzon eagerly asked, having completely forgotten about his precious fallen treats.

"Okay come with me," the boy instructed, "but stay low and quiet."

Without question, Kuzon crouched down and followed his new companion deeper into the secret area of the tent; the forbidden territory. They ducked and dived behind barrels and bales of hay to avoid being seen by any of the circus workers. Suddenly, the boy stopped and Kuzon halted in his tracks as well.

"Why did we stop? Wha–", Kuzon was again cut off by a "shh" and a hand over his mouth.

"We're here," he said.

"Where's 'here'?"

The boy pointed to a blue tent with a sign on it that read "Ringmaster's Quarters." Kuzon's heart began to race faster than it already was. Trouble was coming and that meant one thing: adventure.

"So…what's the mission," Kuzon asked curiously.

"…a dragon," the boy whispered as low as he could.

"A dragon?"

"Yeah. The Ringmaster has one in his quarters and I need to get it."

"You wanna steal it," Kuzon gasped. He didn't want to do anything criminal.

"No, I want to free it," the boy explained, "two days ago, that ringmaster snuck into a dragon's nest and stole the only egg the mother had. The mother was sick, so there wasn't anything she could do to stop them. So I came here to free the dragon and return it to its mother."

"Wow. I've never done a rescue mission before! Let's do it," Kuzon exclaimed.

Kuzon held out his hand to the boy in a gesture of partnership. They strongly shook the other's hand and snuck over to the tent. After making sure the coast was clear, as well as the tent, they snuck into the Ringmaster's quarters. Right as they entered the room, they saw it.

"Whoa," the both gasped as they laid their eyes on it.

The egg was enormous; a giant among the eggs of other animals. It was about the size of an extra large watermelon and looked just as heavy. The shell was glossy with polish and as black as charcoal from the many times the mother doused it with fire to keep it warm. It's very rare that people get to see dragon's eggs up close and in person, so it was an extraordinary sight.

"It's huge. How are we gonna get it out of here without being seen," Kuzon asked.

"Don't worry, I came prepared," the boy answered as he walked toward it, "just keep watch outside."

Kuzon obeyed the order of his "commanding officer" and poked his eye through the curtain of the tent to watch for anyone that might be coming. Out of the corner of his eye, Kuzon watched the boy as he prepared the "contraband" for transport. The boy wrapped I tin cloth and tied rope around it. When he was done, the egg was ready to be carried by the two ten year old boys.

"Now I need your help to carry this out of here. This egg's really heavy," he said as he grabbed one end of the rope. Kuzon took hold of the other end and they lifted their treasure together.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Kuzon checked the coast to see if it was clear, then they slipped out of the Ringmaster's Quarters and began to walk toward the exit. Kuzon's heart was pounding with every step they took. Any second they could be caught and have to make a getaway with his partner in crime…

"Hey you two, hold it right there," a voice came from behind them.

Both of them froze in their tracks. A man with a guard uniform began to walk toward them.

"Just stay calm and act natural," the boy instructed to Kuzon. He obeyed.

"What are you kids doing back here? Civilians aren't allowed behind the curtains," the guard said sternly.

"Well sir…we…uh. We were hired by the ringmaster to help him move this huge prop," Kuzon responded nervously, thinking on his feet.

"Yeah that's right! It's for tonight's grand finale and the Ringmaster promised us a huge bag of fireflakes to do it for him," his accomplice added.

They both tried to cover their guilt and fear with smiles. The guard looked skeptical.

"Let me just see what you have in there so I can be sure," the guard said as he tugged on the cloth.

"No, you can't do that!" they shouted in unison.

"And why not," he demanded.

"Um…um…um…" they both stammered.

"I thought so. Then I'll just take a look."

He pulled away the cloth and eyed the black egg for a few moments. Kuzon and the boy trembled in their boots; both of them were just waiting until they could make a run for it. Kuzon looked past the guard and saw the Ringmaster heading toward his quarters; the scene of their crime. It was only a matter of time now.

"Ah, ha," the guard exclaimed,"I've seen one of these before. It's a flash egg! Oh boy! These things used to be real commonplace at circuses in my day; real crowd pleaser too. Just light em up and all kinds of colorful lights go off in every which direction…" the guard rambled.

Kuzon couldn't believe the guard didn't realize what they were carrying. He guessed they were either really lucky or the guard was really dumb. While the guard went on and on, Kuzon kept his eyes on the Ringmaster who was just about to reach his tent…

"…you don't see things like this anymore. These folks are in for a real treat…" the guard annoyingly continued.

"Sorry sir, but we're kind of in a hurry," Kuzon interrupted after he saw the Ringmaster go inside his tent.

"Let's hurry," they boy added, "before the Ringmaster has our heads."

Both of them tried to walk as quickly as they could without looking suspicious. Slowly but surely they were getting to the exit; neither of them said a word.

"Ahhhhh! My egg! My egg's been stolen!" the Ringmaster shrieked at the top of his lungs as he burst out of his tent.

He surveyed around the area and spotted the two guilty boys carrying his stolen prize.

"You rotten kids! Get back here with that egg!" he bellowed at them.

"Run!" they boys said to each other.

They began to sprint towards the exit, dragging the egg behind them as they ran. The guard and the Ringmaster gave pursuit to retrieve the stolen treasure. Luckily, the boys were much faster than them and made it outside; the pursuers followed.

"Which way? Which way?" Kuzon asked frantically, his feet still marching in place.

"Don't worry I got it covered," the boy reassured him.

Quickly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a strange looking whistle. He sucked in all the air he could then blew into it with all his might. Kuzon heard nothing and was still in a panic.

"What was that supposed to do? Those goons are still coming!"

They boy didn't answer; his gaze was turned toward the sky.

"Hey, don't you hear me? I said those goons…"

"Hang on to that egg. Our rides here."

Kuzon adhered to the instruction and clutched the egg in his arms as tightly as he could.

"Okay. Now what?" Kuzon asked clutching the egg.

"Prepare for takeoff."

"Take-oooooooooooooooooooooofff!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he found himself propelled into the night sky, the wind rushing past him and his body at the mercy of the air. His heart was ready to jump out of his chest from a mixture of excitement and fear, even more so when began to descend. All he could do was fiercely hold the egg and hope for a miracle. Thankfully, a miracle did come and somehow he landed on something that wasn't the harsh ground, but rather a padded platform.

"Have a nice flight?" a voice came from behind him.

Kuzon turned around to see the boy he left back on earth, sitting comfortably opposite of him.

"What just happened?" Kuzon asked with his eyes opened wide.

"We just made our great escape!" the boy answered with a giant smile.

Kuzon, still incredibly confused and on edge, (the egg still clutch between his arms) looked over the rim to survey his surroundings. He was bewildered when he saw the circus tent glowing not far off in the distance and realized they were flying. He was even more amazed when he saw the giant furry six-legged creature they were riding on.

"A flying bison!" Kuzon exclaimed.

"Yep! His name is Appa. He's great at getaways," the boy explained.

"How'd you get a flying bison in the Fire Nation? How did we get up here? Who are you?!" Kuzon asked in one breath.

"Hello," the boy said as he extended his hand out, "My name is Aang. And I am an Airbender."