Peace… (Isn't how I thought it would be)

Foreword: This is my first A:TLA fic... So let's just see where this one goes! The following storyline is purely subjective of course, this is like my little side project besides my other two developing A:TLA stories, which hopefully I will be uploading soon. Sorry to all my 'Bones' Readers, I haven't forgotten you, I have just been really busy as of late, and couldn't get this out of my head!

Summary: What would have happened if the Fire Nation won the war, if Katara never found the Avatar? The Northern water tribe was defeated by Zhao, Ba Sing Se fell after the drill broke through their walls, only the small southern water tribe village has remained undiscovered by the Fire Nation…

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Avatar: The Last Airbender, but maybe if I get a job someday I will ;)

Prologue: Trapped

It was a clear and sunny morning. Something that everyone in the southern water tribe had come to fear. Sun was when the fire benders were at their strongest, and if it was clear then there was nothing stopping them finding their small village.

Katara trudged desolately through the snow, which was becoming thinner and thinner. The heat of the sun felt hotter than usual, she was sweating inside her thick parka, which was almost unheard of at the South Pole. Around her she could see others similarly affected, the heat could only mean one thing – the fire nation was here. After all these long years she almost welcomed them finally coming, she had heard the stories as one by one the last great free cities of the world fell before the might of the fire nation. Her Father had returned recently, fleeing before a massive fire navy fleet. He told them horror stories of the collapse of the earth kingdom after Ba Sing Se fell. Few of his warriors returned, and while He, Sokka and I were a family once again, we all lived under the constant fear of the fire nation. The terrifying wait was now over, as snow and soot mixed and fell over the barren landscape marring the vast beauty of the South Pole, previously untouched by the fire nation.

She looked up, and saw in the distance the abandoned ship frozen in the ice pack by her people long ago, haunting her tribe for nearly a century. Beyond it in the clear morning air the shadows of a hundred more emerged, bearing down on the village.

It was over. Even if she'd wanted to run, there was no where to go. Their last hiding place had become their own trap. There probably wouldn't even be a struggle, no one had any hope left to fight for.

The Fire Nation had won.

Author's Note: My apologies for the short opening chapter, but I promise there will be more! This is kind of an experimentla story, I have the genreal idea for the first few chapters, but if you have any particualr way you want this to go, drop me a line, E-mail or PM me (I do refuse to write Zutara - I have nothing against it, I just am a huge Kataang shipper - but that doesn't guarantee that this story will be Kataang). And of course, please review!