You put up a good fight, that much is for sure. You were a member of the Denied—a rebel group of non-benders. You and a few others had traveled to the old air temple to see if you could stash any antiques to sell later. Just as your group had finished rummaging through everything, you heard a voice.

"I don't think those belong to you, do they?"

It was him—The Avatar, and the last known Airbender. Before you could blink, your comrade attacked. The fight didn't take long, Aang won of course. He pinned you down last. Barking a half hearted order for your group to leave before he changed his mind.

"Ah-...not you. You're coming with me."

He held your wrists behind your back and grabbed the back of your shirt like a cat leading it's misbehaving kitten.

"I'm taking you back to republic city. Gonna get you interrogated and see what you guys are planning."