Wow.

Just wow.

You guys blew this up far beyond my expectations. A week after publishing this story it had nearly caught up in followers to my other popular story Louise Summons a Pokemon Trainer. Withing two weeks, despite me uploading another chapter of LSaPT in that time, this story blew past it. Consistent views, follows, and favorites, and, most importantly, reviews. You all really know how to lay on the pressure.

Aang didn't even have a speaking line! Was the first chapter really that good? I mean, I liked it when I wrote it, but I wouldn't have published it if I didn't so... I'm biased.

I normally upload the first chapters of this series as a test to see initial responses before deciding what to do with the story. This story has gone straight from the testing phase to regular updates.

You heard me. I have an upload schedule on my profile (I'll also put it at the bottom of this chapter's A/N), and this story will now be uploaded every third Sunday of the month.

Anyway, that's enough of that. I normally leave the long A'Ns for the bottom anyway.

Enjoy the chapter (and Aang finally getting lines)!

After witnessing Aang's gargantuan sneeze—which was somehow louder than the explosion Louise had summoned him with—Louise had quickly taken her new familiar by the arm and dragged him to her room. While she had managed to avoid failing the exam, she now had another problem to deal with. Whoever her familiar was, he wasn't an oddly dressed commoner. If the glowing tattoos and eyes weren't enough, that sneeze sealed the deal. After all, no commoner's sneeze could send them flying twenty feet in the air only to land lightly on their feet.

But Louise had never heard of a wind mage using such a ridiculous spell. Who would even design something as impractical and unbecoming as a sneezing spell? A child, possibly. And if this boy was a noble, as Louise suspected he was, she could be found guilty of kidnapping. Founder forbid, if he was from another country, as his appearance seemed to indicate, then there could be political problems on the national level.

Louise needed answers, and she wanted them fast.

"Who are you?" Louise asked the second she had none to gently slammed the door closed.

Despite being dragged around for the past two minutes, her familiar still had a bright smile on his face. "Hi! My name's Aang!" came the cheerful reply. "What's yours?"

"I am Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière," Louise replied primly. "And that does not answer my question."

"It doesn't?"

Louise thought that Aang was mocking her, but upon looking at his cluelessly innocent expression, she clarified, "How did you do that? The light from your weird markings. The wind. Your sneeze! Explain yourself!"

Aang gave her a confused look. "You haven't seen air bending before?" he asked, a tinge of worry in his voice.

"Air bending?" Louise echoed.

"Hm… how should I explain it?" Aang wondered aloud. This was situation he was not prepared for. Louise not knowing about airbending meant that rather the current airbenders were reclusive, or she was a sheltered non-bender. Given that Aang wasn't sure where or when he was, both cases were plausible.

In the end, Aang decided to give simplest explanation possible and see what Louise-with-the-very-long-name could understand. "Air bending is using the flow of your body to control one of the four elements. In this case, air."

"You don't use your body to control the elements," Louise scoffed. "You use your willpower and a foci, like your staff." Louise paused, her eyes examining Aang's attire and staff. "You are a wind mage, correct?"

"Airbender," Aang corrected. "Never heard of a mage before. What are they?"

"Do you use magic?" Louise clarified.

Aang considered the question for a moment. He did remember hearing somewhere that magic was relative to what was considered impossible, or something like that. It was a philosophical statement, which wasn't helpful amount at the moment. "Depends on what you call magic, I guess," he answered thoughtfully.

"It's a simple yes or no question," Louise deadpanned.

"Not to me," Aang replied good-naturedly.

Louise grumbled under breath, but Aang could clearly hear her say, "Stupid cheeky familiar." The pinkette took a deep breath in and released it slowly. Seeing that Aang was clueless, she opted for a more direct approach. "Did you cause the winds when you… sneezed?"

"Sure did," Aang admitted proudly. "But I can do other things too. Watch this!" To prove it, he jumped into the air and formed a sphere of wind below him. Sitting cross-legged on the intangible ball, he zipped it around the narrow confines of the room, narrowly avoiding the pile of hay lying against the wall. "This is my air scooter. I invented it!"

Louise's naturally pale face went as white as a sheet. "You're a mage," she said, her words barely more than a whisper.

"If you see say so," Aang replied with a shrug. Then he noticed that Louise was trembling. "Are you okay?" he asked in concern. "Do you need a healer?"

"If you're a mage, then you're a noble," Louise continued as if she couldn't hear him.

"I mean, technically?" Aang felt like he was missing some memories, but he recalled being a part of some government council. A United Republic? Where was that anyway? It wasn't one of the four nations, but he felt like it was a country. He mentally shrugged. If he couldn't remember it clearly, it probably wasn't important.

"I kidnapped a noble and turned him into a familiar,"

"Well, maybe a little?" Aang was pretty sure he was an adult before, but his body looked like it had reverted back to his twelve or thirteen-year-old self. Did it still count as kidnapping if he was a reincarnated soul? Was he really reincarnated? How exactly did he end up this way? And what was that last word Louise used?

"Wait, what's a familiar?" Aang asked.

Louise paused her tirade to give him an oddly confused look. "A familiar is a mage's companion," she said slowly, as if speaking to a child. Which, to be fair, Aang did appear to be. "They normally match their master's affinity and perform various tasks for their master. Some of the larger or stronger ones serve as mounts or protectors." Since she had summoned a wind mage, that probably meant she was one too, just like her mother. Ordinarily, such a revelation would have her jumping for joy—in the privacy of her own room, of course—but right now, that information did nothing to help her situation.

Aang, unaware of Louise's depressed thoughts, grinned as a light clicked on in his head. "So, Appa!"

"Appa?"

"That's the name of my sky bison," Aang replied. "He's been my friend for years! But I haven't seen him in—huh, I don't remember. It's been awhile. He's probably in the Spirit World right now."

"Spirit World?"

"Yeah, that's where I used to be. And then something happened with the current Avatar and the Avatar connection was severed. I went into a dark place, stayed there for a long time, and I heard a voice calling me. I followed it, found a glowing light, and then I was here." Aang finally noticed that Louise was staring at him in complete bewilderment. "What?" he asked innocently.

"Did I damage your head when I summoned you?" she asked seriously.

"I dunno," Aang replied with a casual shrug. "My soul was pretty eroded before I got here, so whatever you did couldn't be any worse."

Louise desperately fought the urge to panic. While there was chance that he was telling stories—he was a child, after all—but she couldn't dismiss the possibility that he might have suffered a head trauma due to her summoning. What if the darkness he described was caused by the explosion of her summoning? What if the light came from his glowing eyes?

Actually, that still didn't explain the glowing eyes and tattoos, but they had started glowing after Louise had completed the familiar contract, so she couldn't dismiss the possibility that she was at fault. And if she was responsible for not only kidnapping a noble but forcing him into a familiar contract after giving him head trauma… the political fallout could be disastrous!

Louise took a deep, calming breath. "Listen," she said, forcing her tone to be as gentle as possible. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to answer to the best of your ability."

Aang wasn't sure why Louise was trying to fake a motherly tone, but he didn't have any problems answering her questions. "Sure!" he replied.

"Good, then let's start with something simple. Where are we?"

"I don't know."

Louise resisted the urge to bury her face into her face into her hands. "Right, of course, you wouldn't know," she said abashedly. "Never mind. Next question, what is your name?"

"I already told you, I'm Aang."

"No family name?"

"Nope."

"Interesting." Unless a noble was disowned, they normally had at least a family or territory name. This was a good sign. "Where are you from?" Louise asked.

Aang scratched his chin thoughtfully. He felt like something was missing. Did he used to have a beard? "Oh, I'm an Air Nomad," he answered, remembering that Louise was still waiting for a response. "I travel a lot."

Louise hummed thoughtfully at that bit of news. She'd never heard of an Air Nomad before, but if he was from a reclusive group of traveling mages, that could explain his strange clothes and tattoos. And if that was the case, then he wasn't a proper mage noble from an established country. Maybe she wouldn't be caught in an international kidnapping scandal!

Still, she had to verify. "How many elements are there?" she asked. Starting with such an elementary question would help her determine how much of a mage Aang really was.

"Four," Aang replied promptly. Then, he reconsidered his answer. "Well, technically five, but only four that most benders can use."

Despite the strange wording, he had answered correctly. It was trick question given to first year students "And bender is your word for mage?" she asked.

"Seems like it."

Louise decided to test Aang's magic knowledge further. "What are the four elements?"

"Water, Earth, Fire, and Air."

"Almost," Louise told him. "The last element is actually Wind."

"It's always been called air bending as far as I know," Aang said with a helpless shrug. "But it doesn't make much of a difference."

"I suppose not," Louise agreed hesitantly. While the words were almost interchangeable, Wind Magic was the official term by the Founder's teachings. A deviance in the magic element that Aang's people appeared to devote themselves to hinted at heresy, unintentional or otherwise. "And the fifth element?" she asked.

"Energybending or spiritbending, depending on who you ask."

"Wrong!" Louise exclaimed. "The fifth element is the Void!"

Aang's brow furrowed. "Void? I don't think I've heard of it," he said under his breath. "Maybe my memories are more muddled than I realized."

As Aang pondered his situation, Louise's eyes were once again drawn to the blue tattoos on his boy. Deciding that she had enough information to judge his magic knowledge to be "aware but slightly inaccurate", she decided to ask more personal questions.

"How did you get your markings?"

"My arrow tattoos?" Aang asked. Louise nodded. "I got them when I mastered air bending."

Louise was surprised by his response. What barbaric society would tattoo someone's body to show their expertise in magic? And how would someone with such an underdeveloped knowledge of magic be able to reach any level of mastery? "Mastered as in what class?" Louise asked hesitantly. "Dot? Line? Triangle?" She highly doubted the latter.

Aang looked at her blankly. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said frankly.

"You're uneducated," Louise said with relief. If he didn't know the ranks of magic, then he was obviously not a powerful mage. He was probably only a dot class mage at best. Impressive for his age, but nothing too crazy. Still, she had to ask, "Can you use another element?"

"I can use all of them," Aang said proudly.

All the relief Louise had been feeling evaporated in an instant. "…What?" she asked weakly.

Aang set his staff down in his lap so he would have both hands free for his demonstration. First, he pointed at his air scooter. "Air." He waved a hand in a circle, pulling moisture from the air to form a halo of water over his head. "Water." He raised his other hand slowly, lifting the stones his scooter sat on just a few inches higher and see-sawing the rocks back and forth. "Earth." Then he took in a deep breath and leaned his head back. He slowly exhaled a a thin stream of flames into the center of the water halo. When he was done, he concluded with, "Fire."

Louise looked shellshocked as her familiar casually displayed affinity for all four elements while his staff lay untouched in his lap. "That's impossible," she said in shock.

Her familiar had just demonstrated the ability to use all four elements simultaneously. While a square class mage would be able to combine all four elements into one spell, the fact that he had no trouble using four dot spells at the same time showed that he was at least close to square level proficiency. And his foci wasn't even in his hand! A mage casting with their foci in their lap instead of in their hand didn't make any sense! It was theoretically possible as long as the mage had physical contact with the foci. But such a position lowered the efficiency of the mage's willpower to the point that any spell would be difficult to maintain. And yet, Aang was still maintaining three basic spells without any show of effort.

"I'm the Avatar," Aang replied, as if that explained everything. "Or at least I was. Then I died."

"What?"

"Apparently, I still have some of my old power," Aang continued.

"What in the Founder's name is an Avatar?"

"An Avatar is someone who's supposed to master all four elements."

"You mastered all four elements?"

Aang scooted his scooter back so he wouldn't have to take Louise's screaming questions at point blank range. "Some more than others," Aang confessed. "I mean, I learned them all. But earth is very against my nature, and my fire bending never was quite as good as my water or air bending."

"And you can… cast them all at the same time?"

"If you mean bend them all, yeah, I just did." Aang was now looking confused. "Did you want another demonstration? We could go outside if you want a better show."

Louise shook her head. She didn't want to see any more. And she definitely did not want her fam—Aang, showing off his magic in front of the other students. The fallout would be disastrous. She had to figure out where Aang came from and make sure that no one was missing a powerful, young square class mage.

Louise's dread only deepened as she looked at the boy in a new light. "Aang," she her, voice teetering on the edge of panic.

"Yes?"

"How old are you?"

"Hm… I think I was about one hundred sixty-six, but I was in an iceberg for a hundred years, so I'm pretty much in my sixties."

"…"

"But I feel like I'm twelve or thirteen, not including the extra century. Maybe my soul eroding took away some of my age? What do you think? Louise? Louise?"

Louise was unresponsive as she came to a shocking realization. Finally, she spoke in a broken voice, "I gave a square-class child prodigy mage brain damage."

"You did?"

"N-no!" Louise said in panic. The frantic waving of her arms to did not alleviate Aang's concerned expression. "I mean, you don't need to worry about anything. Everything's perfectly fine! I just, um…" She racked her brain to come up with a temporary solution for this. She dared not even venture to find a permanent one. "How about we keep this a secret, just for now?" she asked, no, pleaded.

Aang tilted his head to the side, gazing at Louise in clueless innocence. "Keep what a secret?"

"Your, um… unusual things," Louise said. Seeing his blank expression, she elaborated. "Like spending a century in an iceberg. And being a child prodigy able to use all of the elements. Stuff like that."

"Oh… I see," Aang said in realization. The world had changed a lot, so he had to lay low so he didn't attract too much attention. "I'm trying not to stand out. Don't worry, I've gone undercover before in the Fire Nation. Should I grow my hair out and put on a headband to cover my arrow?"

"I don't think we need to go that far," said Louise. The entire school had already seen how he looked, so there was no point in changing his appearance. Though, she would have to get him some clothes that made him look less like a peasant sheep herder. "But right now, I need you to act like a normal, young noble boy until we figure out what to do with you. Okay?"

"What do you mean?"

Aang's cluelessness was making this both easy and difficult at the same time. "A prodigy of your age going missing would cause a huge problem," Louise explained. "I'm pretty sure your parents are looking for you."

Aang looked downcast as she said this. "Don't worry, no one's looking for me," he assured her with a sad smile.

"I'm pretty sure someone would—"

"The Air Nomads were all killed in a genocide," Aang said softly. "I was the only survivor."

To speak so calmly of death; it chilled Louise to the bone. She didn't want to believe that such a cheerful young boy had experienced such a thing, but one look into his eyes convinced her. While his face still carried a smile, his eyes were deep with pain and sadness. Faking tears and sobs were easy, but no child could fake that expression of genuine grief.

This gave Louise had a different working theory of her familiar's origins. He was a part of a small group of reclusive Wind Mages. If he had been traumatized by the death of all of his friends and family, no wonder he acted so childishly. It was a coping mechanism.

But even if it was a coping mechanism, he was still missing some vital pieces of information that every mage should know. Was he simple-minded, or incredibly sheltered? "Do you know which country did it?" she asked.

"Yeah," Aang said with a nod. "The Fire Nation."

He had mentioned that place before, but Louise knew it definitely wasn't a country. Still, she knew she couldn't say that to his face. "And you know it was the Fire Nation because…?" she let the question trail off.

"I saw the remains," Aang said sadly. "They burned down everything and everyone."

"I'm sorry," said Louise.

Now she knew what he meant. He called them the Fire Nation because they were predominately fire mages. It wasn't unusual for countries to send a fire mage squadron as shock troopers, especially when there was need to take people alive. It was a brutal tactic, but such was the cruelty of war.

"Do you know if they were from Germania?" Louise asked. Her family's rivalry with the Zerbst's left her more than a little biased, but Germania was the most warlike country. If any country would commit such a massacre, it would most likely be those barbarians.

"What's a Germania?" Aang asked.

"One of the six countries of Halkegenia," Louise said as if it was obvious. Aang looked clueless. "We're in Tristan." Still no reaction. "Gallia. Albion. Romalia. Any of those ringing a bell?"

Aang shook his head. "Nope."

Louise buried her face in her hands. "Oh, Founder, you don't know anything."

"Who's this Founder you keep talking about?"

Louise's voice was slightly muffled by her hands, but Aang could still make out every word clearly. "I gave a traumatized square-class child prodigy mage brain damage."

"I'm mostly over the trauma," Aang assured her, though he didn't feel it at the moment, and Louise could obviously tell by his voice alone. "And I'm pretty sure you didn't give me brain damage. Probably. Maybe. Now that I think about it, I'm not really sure. My mind's kind of muddled right now. I'm normally better at remembering things, I think."

"Founder help me," Louise groaned.

Aang cocked his head to the side. "You still haven't told me who this founder guy is."

"And that's the current situation of my familiar," Louise concluded her report. Her nervousness was palpable, as the stares from the two adults before her were serious and skeptic. Colbert, one of her teachers, seemed to be already considering the political ramifications. Osmond, the headmaster, was much harder to read. His eyes bore into her with a seriousness Louise hadn't witnessed before, but she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"That's a rather confusing narrative you've given us, Miss Valiere," Osmond finally said. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze relaxing as he did so.

Louise let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

"Are you certain that everything you've said is true?" the old man asked.

"Not entirely," Louise admitted. "But it's what I've been able to determine thus far. Even Aang, my familiar, seems to be confused about the details. Sometimes he gets a pained expression on his face. I can't tell if he's trying to sort through his painful memories or can't remember things at all."

"Trauma can have the effect of localized amnesia," Colbert said. "I've seen it before, though not in this fashion. It also seems like your familiar might be experiencing a form of confabulation."

"What's that?" Louise asked.

"It's when people create stories to fill in gaps of their memory," said Colbert. "That's not to say that there isn't some truth behind it. As I believe you've already realized, it sounds like your familiar is using term association to fill in the gaps in his memory."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Colbert gave this a moment's thought before replying, "It will help him cope. However, in the long run, it would make it difficult for him to make a full recovery. He would need to reject his false memories if he wishes to regain his old ones. Then again, if everyone he knows was killed, he may not want to recover his memory. Some people view the loss of their previous memories as a new chance for life, being reborn if you will." The balding man shook his head. "It's a situation no child should have to experience."

Seeing that Louise was looking disheartened by Colbert's assessment, Osmond opted to change the subject. "Do you have any other clues as to his origins?" he asked Louise.

The girl shook her head. "I'll try to ask him more about himself later," she promised. "I just didn't want to push him too much. Just in case, well, you know…"

"We understand Miss Valliere," Colbert assured her. "Take your time with the boy. There's no need to rush."

"We haven't heard of any place matching his description, especially with such a strange custom," said Osmond. "Tattooing talented mages, what a curious practice. I wonder if they have similar practices for leaders. Just imagine, a strong warrior, such as myself in my prime, covered head to toe in fearsome stripes of color!"

Noticing that the two other occupants of the room were staring at him in bafflement, he coughed loudly. "Anyway, do not fret Miss Valliere. Time is on our side. We'll find out where this Aang boy comes from eventually."

"Thank you, Headmaster and Professor." Louise gave a small bow to each in turn before making her departure.

Once Louise had stepped out of the room, Colbert looked at Osmond in concern. "Do you think there's a connection with Albion?" he asked.

"Who knows?" the Headmaster grumbled. "The child can't even seem to remember his geography, if he ever learned it in the first place. No, I'm not blaming the boy," he said, holding up a hand to ward of Colbert's incoming accusation. "I just wish we had more to go on. Where were the wind mages living? Who attacked them? And why?"

"If they were nobility it could be seen as a power move that Germinia prefer," said Colbert. "But senseless genocide?"

"It could be less senseless than it appears," Osmond said. "Remember, we're still not sure how the boy survived. Square class mage prodigy or not, a massacre of that scale leaves little chance that he fought his way out."

"And if he hid, survivor's guilt could be preventing him from realizing the point of the attack in the first place," Colbert said grimly. "We'll need to keep a close eye on him."

"As much as I would like to, we have more pressing worries right now," Osmond reminded him. "Those Albion insurgents are growing stronger every day. With war on the horizon, we must make sure our students stay safe."

"I've also heard Foquet of the Crumbling Earth was last seen in Tristan's borders," Colbert said gravely. "Hopefully, he's caught or leaves before the war starts."

"Don't worry," Osmond assured him. "I've had the faculty warned at the beginning of the year, remember? No ne'erdoweller is going to enter this academy under my watch!

A knock on the door caught the two's attention. "Headmaster Osmond?" a woman's voice called out.

The old man's head shot up in delight. "Yes, do come in Mrs. Longueville."

A bespectacled green haired woman entered with a polite smile. "I'm sorry, did I come at a bad time?" she asked, seeing the Colbert standing being the headmaster's desk.

"Not at all, Mrs. Longueville," Colbert assured her. "I was just leaving. I will see you soon, I mean, some other time then." Despite him tripping over his words, he managed to leave the room with his dignity intact.

"I didn't interrupt anything did I?" Longueville asked the Headmaster once they were alone.

"Nothing important, just the usual issues," Osmond replied. As Mrs. Longueville nodded and walked over to her desk, the Headmaster gave a discrete nod in her direction. His mouse familiar, Chuchu, took the signal and scuttled across the floor toward the secretary's desk.

"I'm glad to have found such an attractive and reliable secretary," Osmond said loudly in a very not suspicious tone as his familiar dove under Longueville's desk. "Makes my life a whole easier."

"I'm glad to be of service," Longueville replied. While she had a polite smile on her face, the glare of her glasses concealed the predatory glint in her eyes.

This will be a "Comedy of Errors" story. None of the characters has the full picture, so nothing makes sense to anyone. I wanted to write something lighthearted, since Aang already did the "epic quest" in his own universe, and I have other summoned characters to do darker stories. I wouldn't say Aang is overpowered for the universe, but he's well above average in power. As a result, expect more epic explosions and less gritty fights in this story. At least until we start meeting the actual big bads, not even Aang will be able to breeze past then.

If anyone is wondering what Aang's full capabilities are or how he has the Avatar state despite being no longer connected to Raava, I will say this.

No spoilers.

Mwuhahaha! Did you think I would reveal important plot information this early? No! Just buckle up and enjoy the ride!

About my new update schedule:

1st Sunday - Louise Summons a Pokemon Trainer

2nd Sunday - (Available)

3rd Sunday - Louise Summons the Last Airbender

4th/5th Sunday - (Available)

On my profile I'll be putting dates for stories I'll be updating/releasing. For now, this is what I have for consistent uploads. Any available week will rather hold a new story, a chapter from an irregularly update story, or a bonus chapter from one of my regulars. Or nothing. I want to upload at least 3 chapters a month, but I'm not going to try to force chapters before their ready. I also want to have a backlog just in case I have a week or two where it's hard for me to write.

Reviews is where it's at. I would not have gotten this much writing done if I had not been prompted by all the wonderful reviews I've received! Remember, reviews are food for a writer's soul!

Next Update: May 17, 2020