Author's Note: I read in the LOST SCROLLS: AIR book that Aang was taken from his parents when it was found out he was the Avatar. This is just a short tale of his birth.

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He came into the world like all children do – screaming and naked. The young woman who had just borne him was panting from the effort of childbirth, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her grey eyes shining with tears. Damp strands of light brown hair clung to her forehead and neck.

"The baby…?" She started to ask, her voice hardly more than a desperate whisper.

A tall, handsome young man stood by her beside, clutching her hand and smiling. The couple held onto each other as the midwife cleaned the child off and were relieved when she smiled at them.

"Saigu, Yahnli - you have a healthy boy." The old midwife placed the child in the woman's arms. Like every baby in the recent weeks she had delivered, this one was special. Avatar Roku's death had guaranteed a certain amount of excitement to each air nomad birth and with each baby born, the old woman wondered if she had held the new little Avatar in her arms. But for the moment that was forgotten as she watched Saigu and Yahnli and their new child. The couple, like all new parents, had proceeded to count the baby's fingers and toes, delighted when they realized that their new son was perfectly formed and in possession of all of his parts.

"He's perfect." Yahnli breathed, running her hand over the smooth skin of the baby's head. "Just perfect."

"Have you decided on a name?" The midwife asked as she spread a clean blanket over the new mother.

Saigu smiled and looked down at his wife, who nodded. "Aang. We've decided to name him Aang."

"A fine name. A fine name indeed."

Young Saigu and his beloved Yahnli in that moment of sheer happiness never would have imagined that this child, the product of their love, would one day hold the very fate of the world in his little hands. They never would have imagined that the name they gave him, Aang, would echo throughout the ages.