Forskka wondered what was taking his son so long. Calon and Tane had finished their chores, and Duron's only chore was getting a bucket of water from the creek. Nerves started to set in. Had Duron gotten in trouble, or worse, exposed? All of the nerves evaporated instantly when the front door opened, creaking as it swayed.

"Dad! I'm home! And I... brought guests..." Duron called out.

Forskka got up from his meditation stance and walked to the entrance of the house to see these guests. Once he arrived, he could see one of the three guests was doning the markings of an airbending master. Young, sure, but he looked like he was disciplined. That was until Forskka saw the child-like smile on his face.

"Duron, did anyone see you?" Forskka asked, running to close the door.

"No one other than these three and some wolf-bats," Duron answered.

"Why is he doning sacred markings?" Forskka inquired.

"Umm... He's an airbender," Duron slowly replied.

Forskka sighed, "might as well have then sit then."

He led them into the main room, it had no furniture.

Forskka sat down on the floor, in a criss-cross form. He motioned with his hand for the others to do the same. They did so, save Duron who leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed.

"So, what is your name, airbender?" Forskka asked, his tone revealing skepticism.

"Aang," the boy replied.

Forskka grimaced. That was a normal air nomad name. Not like he said it was Boulder-Town.

"As airbenders have been extinct for a hundred years, I find it unlikely you're actually an airbender. Would you care to show some proof?" Forskka asked, as politely as he could.

Duron intruded, "that's unnecessary. I saw him airbending when we had a run-in with some wolf-bats."

Forskka took a deep breath through his nose, and closed his eyes.

"Another airbender," he said to himself.

"Another?" Aang asked, confused.

Forskka reopened his eyes, he held out his hand. He curled his hand, and let his fingers bend and unbend, and his wrist bend and unbend as well. A small, spinning ball of air formed beneath his hand. Then Forskka stopped motioning his hand, and the ball faded into the air around it. Everyone was silent. Duron gave out a silent sigh as he saw the three's stunned faces.

"You're... airbenders?" Aang gasped, his words as much of a statement as it was a question.

Forskka slowly nodded.

"We've been hiding here for three generations," Duron said behind them.

Katara lowered an eyebrow, "but I saw you waterbending."

After a moment to come up with the words, Duron replied, "I was bending the air around the water."

Forskka looked to his son.

"You were bending outside the house?!" Forskka exclaimed. "You could of been caught!"

"It's not like anyone saw me," Duron stated, giving a guilty smile.

"She saw!" Forskka corrected, pointing to Katara.

After a moment of awkward silence, Sokka looked to Forskka.

"Do you have any meat that I could eat?" he asked.

Forskka looked at him like he was a fool.

Sokka's eyes widened, "oh yeah! Vegetarians, I forgot, sorry."

"We got spinach-lettuce in the crate in the kitchen," Duron sighed.

Sokka sprung to his feet and ran. Aang continued to stare at Forskka.

"I thought I was the only one left," he claimed.

Forskka looked back to Aang.

"We thought the same about us," Forskka admited.

He looked back to Duron.

"If I ever hear, or see, you bending outside the house again, I'll have your head on a spike!" he yelled.

Forskka's face quickly went back to being calm when he returned his gaze to Aang.

"You're welcome to stay for dinner," Forskka offered.

Aang replied, "I'd love to."

Forskka looked back to Duron and said, "go get your brothers. I'll get what's left of our food, and the hungry one."