Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter is a day late too. I am still on vacation and therefore I've been busy. But here it is, Day 4 of Kataaang Week, Home. Sorry this one is so short. And again, I'll try my best to get these prompts in on time, but I won't always be able to.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar The Last Airbender.

Aang watched as the Southern Air Temple faded off into the distance. His old home, gone. But that didn't mean he didn't have a home anymore. His thoughts drifted to what Katara had said.

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Aang felt something inside of him snap as he looked at Monk Gyatso's skeleton. His eyes and tattoos glowed as he rose up in a ball of wind. The top of the small shelter broke and rubble flew around in the air. Sokka and Katara held on to a large rock as the wind blew against them. That's when Katara said it.

"Aang! It's okay to be sad, and it's okay to angry. I went through the same thing when I lost my mother. But you still have a family! Sokka and I, we're you family now!"

That brought Aang out of the avatar state. As the glow faded, Katara came over and held onto his hand. Aang collapsed in her arms.

"I really am the last airbender," he had said, devastated. Katara had just hugged him tighter.

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Even if the air nomads were gone and the Southern Air Temple was abandoned, Aang did have a home. As long as Katara was with him, he would be at home.