1o years ago

"Sokka! Sokka, watch me!" Katara giggled, sitting on the snow-covered ground with her legs stretched out in front of her. She was trying to bend the snow, like Mama had showed her.

"Not now, Katara. Dad said-" Both children stopped as a peculiar thing started to fall from the sky, something they'd never seen before: Black Snow.

Men from the village were running toward the wall of ice that protected them, ready for battle. Sokka grabbed his boomerang, looking around for his father.

"Katara! Sokka!" Hakoda was yelling, trying to get his children's attention. "Go find your mother! Stay with her, and don't come out until I come get you."

Katara immediately ran to find her mother, but Sokka, ever the curious six-year-old, followed his father to see what was going on. There were men that Sokka had never seen before, scary men dressing in black and red that shot fire from their hands. When one came at him he panicked, throwing his boomerang at him in an attempt to protect himself. But it sailed wide, missing the soldier by over a foot.

The man chuckled. "You stupid Water Tribe brat. Did you really think-" A loud CLANG was heard as the boomerang came back around, bouncing off the back of the soldier's head and sending him to the ground. Sokka jumped up, catching the boomerang with triumph written in his big blue eyes.

"Yeah! That's what you get for messing with me! My Dad's the strongest, bestest man in the Southern Water Tribe, and he taught me everything he knows!" Sokka said, stomping his little fit in the direction of the fallen soldier.

"And just who is your father, Little Warrior?" A cold, calculating voice said from behind him. Sokka whirled, squinting in the sunlight to see a very scary looking man staring down at him. He was tall, most of his face obscured by a helmet that winged out from his face like the red wings of a Phoenix. His hands were on his hips, the badge attached to the collar of his armor declaring him to be a General of some kind.

"My Dad is Hakoda, the fiercest, bravest warrior there ever was!" Sokka proclaimed, oblivious to the dangerous situation. "I'm going to be just like him!"
The General chuckled. "Oh no, Little Warrior." He said, his voice deceptively calm. "You won't be.

Katara ran for her mother, going as fast as her four-year-old legs could carry her as she dodged snow banks, fighting men, and large igloos that had never seemed in the way before, but were now providing a serious obstacle. Just as she was about to push the curtain aside and run into her igloo, her hood was caught and she was yanked backwards by a hand, covered in a red glove.

"And just where do you think you're going?" A voice said. Looking over her shoulder, Katara's eyes widened as she took in the man above her.

"Home." She whispered, her voice a slight squeak that was barely audible with all the noise that was being caused by the fighting. The man who had a hold of her smirked, drawing her farther away from her safety.

"Are you? So you live here than? With the Chief's family?" He asked. She nodded, sensing the danger a little too late. She opened her mouth to yell, but before she could a strong, unforgiving hand was placed over her mouth.

"Don't worry, Girl. The Fire Nation will take good care of you."