Aang was the first one to wake up from his fall from the sky.
"Where am I?", he asked.
It was completely unfamiliar to him. Eventually, Katara and Sokka also woke up. They were on the outskirts of a major city. They had never seen it before, even though they had been all over the world.
Aang got up and saw a citizen nearby.
"Um, excuse me. I think we're lost. Where are we?", he asked.
"You're in Paris", they said.
"Paris where?"
"France"
"Where's France"
"Here"
Eventually, the three of them realized they were in another world. It was shocking but was also something they were going to have to accept. They began walking and tried to get to know Paris. They also were curious to know not only where they were, but also when they were. Several signs and writing had indicated that it was 1483. This was new to them obviously.
On their way to look for help, the three of them ran into a pair of street musicians and listened to them for awhile. They enjoyed for a minute or so until suddenly, they both stopped playing their music and ran. One of them dropped a few coins they had earned. Sokka and Aang ran after them while Katara bent down on the ground and tried to pick them up. As she was doing this a couple guards walked up to her.
"Alright gypsy, where'd you get the money?", one of them asked.
"What? No. It's not like that. I was going to return it to a pair of musicians.", Katara said.
"Gypsies don't return money"
"They steal it", the other one said.
"You'd know a lot about stealing."
"Troublemaker, eh?"
"Maybe a day in the stocks will cool you down."
Katara attempted to fight them off using waterbending. She quickly realized that she had no bending powers in this world. She then then began running. As she ran away, she was confused why they assumed she was stealing the money. And she also couldn't figure out what "gypsy" meant.
As the guards began chasing after her, a man standing nearby with his horse, who had heard the exchange, pulled his horse in front of the guards to prevent them from chasing after Katara.
"Achilles, sit", he said ordering the horse to sit on one of them. As the horse sat on the guard, a few people nearby, who by now had formed a crowd, laughed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Naughty horse, naughty. He's just impossible, really. I can't take him anywhere.", the man said sarcastically.
"Get this thing off me!", the guard said.
"I'll teach you a lesson peasant", the other guard said as he pulled out a knife.
The man then pulled out a sword and pointed it at the guard.
"You were saying, lieutenant?"
"Oh...Ca-ca-captain! Ow!...At your service, sir!"
After the captain ordered his horse to get up, the guards took him to the Palace of Justice. In the dungeon was Jean Frollo, the twin brother of Claude Frollo, the infamous Minister of Justice who received his just punishment one year earlier at Notre Dame. Jean was the new Minister of Justice. Things were just as bad under him.
The captain arrived and Frollo started, "Ah, this is galant Captain Smith, home from the war."
"Reporting for duty, as ordered sir", Smith said.
"Your service record precedes you, Smith. I expect nothing less from a war hero of your stature."
"And you shall have it, sir. I guarantee it.
One week passed. Then one morning, they went up to the balcony and looked out.
"Tell me, captain, have you ever attended a peasant festival?"
"Not recently, sir."
"Well then this will be quite an educational experience. Come along."