The boy sighed heavily. He had come to a decision. This was the family he had been looking for well over a year now. Their looks and behaviour fit Gyatso's description exactly, even to the number of family members. Aang stood up and walked to his door, but before he opened it, he remembered one of the last things that Gyatso had said to him.

Do not reveal your secret unless you trust who you are with or you desperately need to use it.

Aang nodded and left his room into the spacious hallway. It was a nice house. There were simple but lovely wooden furnishings on the banisters and window sills. There were many windows carefully placed around the building and let the light flood in at all times of the day. Then at night the stars and the moon could be seen perfectly. Every nook and cranny spoke of the family who lived here. It was basic and that was what made it nice. Nothing about it was false. Many people would put tacky ornaments around the house, hoping that they would make the house more beautiful but it didn't and this family recognised that.

Once the boy had finished admiring the house, he went downstairs where he heard laughter echoing what he could remember as the kitchen. Aang walked in and could see Appa having the time of his life with a squeaky dog toy. He had never had one before and was very excited about it. Before he could monitor anything else, Katara had run over and tackled him with a hug. It was so powerful that he fell over but pushed Katara away gently before she fell with him. Katara and everyone laughed at him but it wasn't mean. He could tell. It was just them laughing over the girl's acceptance. Hakoda lifted him up with hardly even a tug. He brushed his clothes of dust then heard a throat being cleared. He looked over to Katara.

"Aang. Do you want the leftovers of that fruit salad you had last night? I can add something else too it as well like yoghurt, granola and honey if you'd like."

Aang nodded eagerly and everyone laughed again. It seemed to be that these people just liked to laugh out of joy. Anyway, it was nice. The household reminded him of a crowded version of his home. He could see how Gyatso was a friend of these people. They were lighthearted, happy and a bit protective of loved ones. He saw that in the way that Sokka had treated him the day before when he was with Katara. Talking about Katara, she brought him his food and made him sit with everyone. Sokka glanced at the other boy's food suspiciously before he asked.

"Why is there no meat in your food? Katara, did you forget the meat?"

Aang didn't like the way that Sokka was talking to his sister but he just shrugged.

"I'm a vegetarian. I don't believe in violence or killing."

Sokka spluttered on his mouthful of food and gasped something that sounded like

"You don't eat meat? That's impossible."

Aang just shook his head and laughed along with everyone else. You had to admit it. The older boy was ridiculous.

After everyone had calmed down, they heard the doorbell. Sokka and Katara squealed like children.

"Zuko." they cried loudly. Katara ran to the door while Aang sat there wondering if it was the same Zuko whom he had heard of. Ozai's son. He would know soon. He could hear a gravely voice saying "Hi Katara. Is everyone through here then?"

The footsteps got closer until the two people came into view. Of course the first one was an excitable Katara, but the second one was definitely the son of Ozai, it was unavoidable. He had the same sharp features and he had the same shoulders as his father but he could see some mighty differences. Instead of having mean, dark eyes he had bright and sparkling amber eyes. He was much more lanky than Ozai and in exchange for black, smooth hair. His was dark brown and floppier. Sokka walked over to the newcomer and gave him a man hug. Then they separated.

"It's good to see you buddy. It's been too long. Far too long." Sokka greeted Zuko.

"We only just saw each other last week, but it's good to see you too." the amber eyed boy laughed. He said hello to everyone else then he caught sight of Aang. He smiled at Katara knowingly when she pulled Aang forward.

"Is this your newest friend Katara? Can I be introduced?" the newest guest asked. Katara nodded and gestured to the boy next to her.

"This is Aang. Aang this is Zuko Feuson." Katara pointed to Zuko, who nodded his head as a greeting. The youngest boy smiled and bowed, which left Ozai's son baffled.

"It's nice to meet you Zuko. I hope that we can get along, and I'm sure we will."

In Sokka's clumsy behaviour, he dropped a knife which would surely injure him.

"Look out Sokka." Aang shouted while making a stopping notion with his hand. In that moment Aang's deepest secret was revealed. A strong blast was produced from his hand and blew the knife to the wall where it stuck in.

Aang rubbed his neck awkwardly and blushed bright red.

"Aha. I guess I should tell you my full story now, right?"