Author's Note: Yeah! I'm updating!! Woohoo!!! Anyways, I'm sorry ya'll, I've been listening to "Lips of an Angel" over and over by Hinder, and plan to do a one-shot Zutara story after this based on the song. Anyways, it's time for our favorite Airbenders lullaby. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar, Mike and Bryan do. If I did, Zuko and Katara would be together by now! I DO own the lullaby. I made it up!

Please forgive shortness!

Aang felt nostalgic, as he always did when he was alone, as he walked through the dusty and dirty alleyways of the lower tier of Ba Sing Se. He missed the temples and monks, Appa, the other Bison. Whenever he felt the gentle caress of the wind against his face, he was suddenly reminded he was nowhere near home.

A hundred, maybe a thousand miles away from the place of his birth. But then again, there were things about his old life he did not miss. Like not having a mother for the majority of his life. Like all other male airbenders, he was isolated from the Eastern temple of female airbenders ever since he no longer needed his mother's help at the age of 15 months.

His feet wandered aimlessly, until he felt the texture of grass underneath his feet. He looked up and noticed three familiar bodies in a crowd that surrounded three young musicians. He first noticed Toph, Katara, and standing right next to her…Zuko.

Aang's first reaction was to march forward and bend the air beneath his body, but before he got there, a boy with sea foam eyes locked onto his form. His eyes dared him to move another step toward the young man that was usually his enemy. Aang stopped, and the boy relaxed and sent Aang a warm smile. He nodded to his friends who were watching him, and they began to play a light and airy tune, which somehow still fit the mold of a lullaby.

Small monk, small monk

No, it couldn't be. Aang stared, stupefied as they played the ever so familiar song. The airbenders had died out, how could these three know the ancient lullaby that had been lost, that only Aang would know? Suddenly, along with the girl's voice, he heard the croaky old voices of the monks, echoeing in his head, who would sing to him as a child.

Do not cry

The old men would sometimes sound like a cacophony when they would rarely be loud and raucous, but when they sang to him a song of sleep, they would sing softly, and gently, as if loud voices would somehow break him.

Aang wanted to cry, as he stood next too Zuko's other side. Zuko gave him a sidelong look, as if debating whether or not to be surprised, angry, or flat out evil and kidnap the boy while he was there.

Honestly, Zuko did no want to start trouble. Didn't he come here with his Uncle, to start a new life? Zuko decided, he would be a regular person at the moment, and not the banished prince of the fire nation.

For soon you will take, flight to the sky.

Aang remembered the cold, thin air of the mountains. How he felt more accustomed to it then the thick air of the earth. He couldn't get used to it, and whenever he was on the ground, he felt homesick.

Bend the air,

Airbender first, Avatar second.

Without a care.

Aang always wished he could be normal. A normal airbender, not the Avatar who saves the world. He was only eleven. Well, technically one-hundred and eleven, but still! Sometimes, he wanted to scream and shout his frustration, sorrow, anger, and complain for all he was worth. Why was he chosen too be Avatar, he was not strong or fierce. It was not his place.

And remember your mother in eastern air.

He remembered his mother briefly. She cared for him and loved him, but the most vivid picture he had of her was her tearful face when she had to let him go. How she told him at 15 months, and he still remembered "Look to the east, and you'll find me." Aang looked to the east, and felt a zephyr blow against him.

Peach blossoms constantly swirled around the group, as if to embrace them.

Small child, small child.

A monk would always tell Aang to look inside him. He'd never really get what that meant until now. Too look inside himself for answers and power. To just think of the people he loved and cared about to give him strength.

Do not weep

He had to fly his own course of destiny, metaphorically or on a flying bison, once he found Appa.

For you will fly, on bison these

Aang let his ears hear the song, and looked inside himself. Closing his eyes, he saw his friends, the shadows of enemies that would soon become allies and the four elements and seasons united, working together in harmony. He knew it would take a lot of work to unite the four scattered nations.

Remember the song, of the wind.

To unite people of such diversity, and different cultures, it would be a miracle to happen. Aang opened his eyes and smiled gently. Such a difference from his usual goofy grin.

It tells you and I

In the end, it would all be worth it.

Strength comes from within.