It was a week later that he was finally able to get up and walk again. Kanna wasn't really happy that he tried to use his new found abilities, but it was ok. Katara on the other side locked him up in the ice-house he was in with waterbending. She bended water against the door-opening and froze it solid. So he wandered around in his little hut for some time, practicing his walking abilities and training his muscles a bit. He still remembered nothing, not even his name. So he had to cope with Katara and Sokka calling him Gold-eye.

Soon he started to feel really trapped inside the little hut. He sat down on his bed again, for suddenly he felt tired and dizzy and it seemed to him like the walls were closing in. Curling together on his bed he felt tears running down his face. Why did he feel so lost and lonely? He was missing something badly, but he didn't know what it was. And he also didn't know why he felt so sad most evenings. He simply felt really, really sad.

"Don't cry, darling…" a warm hand touched his face "It's alight. Katara opened the door again. I'm sorry I haven't noticed that earlier. She promised to never do this again…" He didn't answer but whipped his tears away hastily. "You don't have to hide your tears, darling." Kanna smiled "I have seen far older men crying. It's alright. Men also cry." "Also?" he asked "Only kids cry." "No, grown-ups cry too." Kanna smiled "And it's a good thing they do. Hiding all your emotions is not a good thing." He decided to not answer that. For some reason he knew she was wrong. It was wrong to show one's emotions. Only kids show emotion.

It was this evening he realized he could manipulate the flames of the small fire in the ice-hut by breathing deeply. The flames would follow the depth of his breaths with their length. Short breaths meant short flames, deep breaths meant long flames. He also figured that it calmed him, watching the flames dance to his breathing. It made him wonder though, if this was normal, or if Katara would hate him even more if she saw him doing it.

The next morning he found himself being locked in in his ice-hut again. He decided to knock on the wall to see if it would help, but in fact he just hurt his knuckles. So he gave up and went to search for food and water. He found neither. His stomach growled in protest. How could they lock him in with no food? That was simply cruel. Anger rising he pressed his flat hands against the ice-door. He found himself boiling with anger. The ice on his hands cooled him a bit, but not enough. It took some time until he realized that the ice was melting underneath his fingers and all around his hands. Maybe he had a fever? Well, whatever it was, it was breaking him free.

As the wall finally broke down, he was surprised how cold the air was. It kind of hurt in his lungs and on his face and hands it felt as if he was stung by thousands of tiny needles. But the feeling did not last long. Suddenly inner warmth filled his body and chased the stinging away. He took a deep breath and looked around. He saw ice-huts and tents and a lot of blinding white. The sun reflected from all the snow, hurting his eyes. But also only for a while until he got used to the brightness. Then he decided to explore…

Laughing made him stop his wandering between ice-huts and tents and drew his attention to a group of people standing with their backs turned towards him, blocking his sight. Wondering what was going on there, he went closer. As he could see between the people's backs he could spot Sokka, Katara and a smaller boy who had a blue arrow on his bald shaved head. He wore thin, yellow and orange clothes and looked nothing like the other people he had met. And then the boy did something that made him tense. The arrow-head opened a glider and jumped into the air to fly, laughing, while everyone was watching. It made him angry, how the boy showed off. It reminded him of something, just he couldn't say what exactly. Something that scared him though, and made him angry and feel dumb.

Hastily he turned away to return to his exploring. "Hey you!" he heard someone shouting and then with a thumb the boy landed right in front of him "Hi, am Aang. Who are you?" He looked at the boy, not knowing what to answer. He simply didn't know the answer. But in fact he didn't have to answer anyways, because Katara gave a cry of panic and darted towards them. "Aang, watch out!" she cried. "Why?" Aang asked. "He's Firenation!" Katara screamed, pulling Aang away from him. "Yes, I saw that… so?" Aang asked "I have friends in Firenation." All people around them stared at Aang horrified. "What?" Aang asked.

So Katara and Sokka and all other Watertribe-villagers told Aang (and him too, since he couldn't remember) that there was a war going on for the past hundred years between Firenation and the rest of the world. Obviously Firenation was trying to rule the world. And they killed all Airnomads in the try to find the Avatar, the one person who was able to control all four elements. Why Firenation would did that, Katara and Sokka wouldn't know, but they hated Firenation for killing their mother. That was also why they feared him. Obviously he looked like Firenation-citizens would look. So he was stamped as the enemy.

Aang wouldn't believe that the Airnomads were dead, for he was sure he had just left them. And no one would have been able to get up to the temples, because you only could go up there flying. So Katara and Sokka decided to go to the temple with Aang, to find out if there were still Airnomads around. They also told Aang on how they found "the goldeye" and that he wouldn't remember anything. But Aang seemed interested in him and asked him to join them. "I'll name you Kuzon." Aang decided "Kuzon's a friend of mine in the firenation. He's really fun. You should meet him. I bet he would like you. You could become friends. Maybe he even knows who you are."

"We definitely won't go to Firenation!" Katara hissed at Aang "They killed all of your people a hundred years ago!" Aang just laughed at her and promised to show her that she was wrong, once they were at the Temple. So they packed their stuff together and started their journey to the Air-Nomad Temple on a flying bison named Appa. He wasn't really comfortable flying, but neither were Sokka nor Katara. Aang seemed to enjoy it though, and he kept calling him Kuzon, until he kind of accepted the name as his own, although he kind of knew that this was not his real name. At least it was better than Gold-eye…