A/N: do people still do these? I hope they do. I always liked reading them. The dropping of ATLA on Netflix made me realize how much I missed the show, and writing. This idea has been in my head since the series started waaaaay back when I was a lonely little eighth grader, and I think it's time I finally bring the character to life. I'll be adding her into the main story line, as well as writing some of my own adventures. So, I hope you enjoy. This is just kind of the intro, so it won't be super long.

The Girl Under the Stars

Iya did not know where she was. She remembered home, her dad had been making dinner. Mac n Cheese. And then, an alarm going off. She had assumed it was the smoke alarm. It was a loud ringing, and her dad came running out of the kitchen. He was bolting towards her, and he looked scared. She shut her eyes, and then, when she opened them, Iya found herself looking at the night sky. The ground was hard, so she knew she wasn't in her back yard. Maybe the drive way? She sat up and looked around, she definitely did not know where she was.

It was too dark to see, but Iya knew she was definitely not at home. The trees in front of her where bare, no leaves on them, and the world seemed to dip off from view past them. The road continued forward, leading towards the outline of a building that she couldn't quite make out yet.

"Dad?" She whispered.

The wind blew, and a cold breeze sent shivers up her spine.

"Dad?" She said a little louder.

This time, the wind blew harder, and howled in her ear.

"DAD!" She screamed.

The wind continue to whip around her the more she screamed and cried. The only thing she felt, was fear.

Aang knew he shouldn't have been awake, but he couldn't sleep. Tomorrow, they were picking their sky bisons. Aang had been waiting for this day for what felt like forever, he had been running around his room (literally) for hours, before Monk Gyatso gave him his final warning, and told Aang he needed go to sleep.

Still, that didn't stop Aang from kicking his legs under the covers in excitement. Aang tried to sleep, he really did, but nothing he did worked. First, he was too cold, then he was too hot, then he had to use the bathroom, then he needed water, etc. etc. And then, when he finally felt his eyes flutter shut, a bright light went off outside his window. Aang bolted out of bed, and looked outside, but he couldn't see anything in the dark. Aang let out a long yawn, and decided that he could investigate tomorrow. Aang turned his back to the window, and closed his eyes, ready for a peaceful night's sleep.

And then the wind started howling.

It wasn't loud, at first. Nothing that Aang would have noticed was out of the ordinary. But it kept getting louder and harsher, until finally Aang couldn't take it anymore. He jolted out of bed, and looked outside to see a full-fledged windstorm raging outside. Aang decided to investigate. He jumped out of his window, and attempted to float down to the ground, however he was slammed back into the building once his body hit the ground. Dust was being flung up into his face, and the wind was only getting stronger. Yet, somehow, through the wind, Aang could hear someone calling out. He pushed him self off of the building, and jumped forward towards a pillar to grab onto. The further he ventured forward, the louder the noise became.

It was a girl, and she was crying for her Dad.

There, in the middle of the windstorm, sat a girl who couldn't have been much older than him. The air was whipping around her causing her black hair to be flying in every direction. She was facing away from Aang, so he couldn't see her.

"Hello! Are you okay?" Aaang screamed. He could feel his feet losing his grip on the ground, but he kept trying to push forward. The girl kept screaming, her hands covering her ears, head turned toward the ground in an attempt to block out the wind.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAD!"

Aang finally pushed forward, and grab the girl on the shoulder. She turned to face Aang, and her eyes were glowing

"I WANT MY DAD!" She screamed.

Aang pulled her hands down from her ears, and held them in his hands.

"I'm Aang," he said "and I'll help you find your dad."

The girls eyes stopped glowing, revealing a pair of gray eyes, and the wind started too slow around them. There were still tears coming from them. As the storm stopped, the girl calmed down as well, but she was still crying.

"I don't know where I am, I can't find my dad." She sobbed.

Aang pulled her to her feet, and realized she was definitely older than him, taller at least. He was eye level with her chin.

"Don't worry," he chirped, "Monk Gyatso will find your dad, we'll go wake him up!"

She sniffled and nodded her head, as Aang grabbed her hand and pulled her towards where the monks slept.

He couldn't wait to tell Monk Gyatso about his new friend with the glowing eyes.