Hey guys! Second fanfic hurr! My first one was a Phantom of the Opera story called I See You, and you should all go check it out. I have made many people cry over it. Aueheheeeee. Ahem. Anywhoo. Back to this one!

First Avatar: Last Airbender fanfic. I am indeed watching Korra, so if any of you want to fangirl over it, I'm totally available. Korra and Mako forever.

No, this will not be a song fanfic. Do not be fooled by the lyrics below. It's just a nice opening thingy I put it. However, if you want me to put songs in, I'll do my best.

Yes, chapters will be MUCH longer after this one. I myself do not like chapters that are like 1,000 words each. It's boring to me, and I want to create the best and most entertaining piece of fanfiction that I can possibly create. So, give me your honest opinions and feedback. I read every single comment given and respond to them in the next chapter.

As far as updating goes, I do update on a very hectic schedule. Even though it is summer, I do have a job and do other things besides write about one of the best TV shows ever. And I'm a lazy motherfucker. I do try to update weekly however, if not, sooner. So, if it has been awhile since an update, PLEASE KNOW that I will NEVER just drop a story. I will always finish them. If I can't finish one, I will ALWAYS make an update telling you guys exactly why I can't finish a story.

HOWEVER, I will not update chapters without reviews. AKA, I won't update this chapter if I don't get any reviews. Without reviews, I feel as though nobody reads my story, and therefore what is the point in making new chapters? See my point? Exactly. I'll remind those of you who didn't make it this far in reading the shit before the story begins down below. Sorry it's taking up so much space, I just keep finding more things to say. Now I can't think of anything else. So uh, enjoy.

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle

Life is a maze, and love is a riddle

I don't know where to go, can't do it alone

I've tried and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment

I'm so scared, but I won't show it

I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down

I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show

"Hey!" Katara squealed, raising her arms to protect her face from an incoming snowball, "Stop it!"

Sokka grinned at her from inside his small watch tower. He pointed at her and laughed, his oversized fur coat consuming his entire body. Katara glared at him from the ground, and set to creating a large snowball. She shoveled as much snow as she could into her tiny palm, her tongue sticking out from effort; she wanted to smack the smile off of her brother's face.

With a laugh and a wobble she stood back up, looking around for Sokka. He was nowhere in sight. Confused, she began to search the immediate area, a little worried that her big brother had wandered off again. Even though she was only six, Katara was looking out for Sokka more than he looked out for her.

"Sokka! Where are you, Sokka?" she cried, dropping the snowball and running off to his snow fort. She raced up the small icy steps to the petite room (if you could call it a room) that looked out onto the horizon. Katara spotted her brother standing about fifty feet away from the village, completely motionless. He was staring to the sky. Katara looked up, and gasped at what she saw.

Black snow was falling from the heavens.

"Sokka!" she cried from the tower, "Come back! Please! I'm scared!"

Sokka turned back around at the sound of her voice, "I'll get dad!" he yelled, charging back to the village.

Katara's lower lip began to tremble. What did this mean? Was something happening? Alone and afraid, she turned back to the steps to find her mother, only to slip and fall down the slippery steps. She gasped as her head hit the ice, and tumbled down the stairs. A few tears escaped her eyes as she clutched her throbbing head and began to sprint off, slightly dizzy from her clumsiness.

As she entered the small village, her eyes widened. The small peaceful little snow village that she had once known was very different. The women and children were running into the tents, the fires being put out. All of the dads had begun to get into their war uniforms. What did that mean? Was someone here to fight them? She stood there watching them for a moment, still clinging to the back of her head, forgetting what she was doing there in the first place. Katara had never seen the dads wear the outfits before; they had simply been for fun, she had thought.

The men began to yell at one another. This confused Katara. Why were they yelling at each other? She thought they liked each other. They all looked so scary and mean now with their faces painted. She began to grow frightened as the black snow increased, seemingly causing the entire village to begin to yell and scream in fear. She ran off further into the village, not looking back.

"Katara!" someone called, but she ignored them.

"Where are you going? Come here, Katara!" but she continued on, running as fast as she could.

Fear overrode her mind. All she could do was run and run. Tears were pouring down her face, sobs breaking through her lips. She tripped, her face slamming into the freezing snow. The back of her head was still throbbing. She couldn't see anything. Her fingers began to grow numb. Katara shivered, curling into a ball and covering her head, silently crying, wishing the yelling and screaming around her would stop.

Nothing was nice now. She thought she lived in a nice village with nice people and a nice family. Katara wanted everything to be peaceful again. What did she do wrong? She cried out as someone grabbed onto the back of her jacket. Katara went limp, her head and limbs hanging, tears falling into the snow below her.

Was this her fault? All she did was want to throw a snowball at her brother to wipe the smile off of his face. Katara promised she would never throw snowballs at her brother again.

A high-pitched scream came from somewhere nearby. Begging followed. A few sharp words.

Katara's head still hurt. She didn't feel well at all. Whenever she tried to open her eyes, the light hurt so much that she closed them again. She was so cold and afraid… Nothing felt right to her.

Something warm grew close to her face. More screams. The warmth felt nice. Suddenly, it disappeared. Katara grew disappointed.

Something hit her head. Suddenly, she didn't feel bad anymore. She didn't feel anything anymore.

Oh, child…

Suddenly, Katara felt bad. Really bad. She turned over, throwing up into the snow beside her. Katara coughed and spluttered as she lost everything in her stomach. Opening her eyes, she looked around.

Nothing met her eye. All she saw was snow and ice. Her lower lip quivered. Where was everyone? She slowly stood up, turning in a full circle.

"Mommy? Daddy?" she called out to the wind, "Sokka? Gran-Gran?" she yelled louder, "Anyone? Helloo? Is there someone there?"

Nobody called back.

She sobbed, cupping her hands around her mouth, "Anybody?"

She was alone.

Katara curled into a ball, rocking back and forth. Why did this have to happen to her? What even happened? She was confused and hurt… Katara felt abandoned by the world. Who had come to the village? Why were they there? No, it couldn't have been because of her and Sokka… That was foolish… Right?

Of course it was. How childish of her to think that this was her fault. Katara didn't do anything that wrong. All she was doing was playing with Sokka…

Sokka.

Katara missed her brother. Already. Even though he was annoying and stupid, of course. Because he was! Stupid Sokka, making Katara angry all the time… Being mean to her…

But Katara loved Sokka. She wished he was here with her. Katara wanted her mother there too. And her father. She looked up. What would her dad do if he was in this situation? She looked around.

Nothing came to mind. All she saw her father doing was telling other people what to do. And hunt. But she never actually saw her dad go hunting. All Katara ever saw was her father leaving really early in the morning, and coming back at night with the rest of the dads with plenty of meat to last about a week.

But Katara couldn't hunt. All she could do was waterbend, and she didn't even know how to do that.

Maybe she should just do something. Katara didn't want to freeze to death. So, she stood up, brushed the snow off of herself, and began to walk.

And walk.

And walk…

She marched for hours without a single sign of life. This didn't stop her, however. Katara constantly was looking around, confident that someone would call out to her. Anyone. She didn't care if it was her mother or father. She would even settle for Sokka if it came down to it. But Katara knew someone would help her. As night fell, she finally arrived to the ocean, cold and tired and hungry. She sniffled a bit, wishing she knew how to catch a fish with her hands. Katara knelt down to the ocean, gazing into the water.

She couldn't see anything. Katara glared at the water. Why did it have to be so dark? She jumped back up, pacing a bit, wondering what to do. The more she thought, the angrier she got.

"WHY is this happening to me?" she cried, throwing her fists to the air, "This is so mean!" she scream, throwing her hands back down. A large crack echoed through the air around her, but Katara didn't notice, "I didn't even do anything! Please help me! It's so unfair! I'm too little to do this stuff!" she continued, throwing her hands around. More cracks and moans came from under her feet.

"The world just HATES me, DOESN'T IT?" she screamed to the air, falling to her knees and slamming her fists to the ground.

Suddenly, a large snap erupted. Katara gasped, slowly looking back at what she had done. An entire chunk of ice had dislocated itself from the mainland, and she was on it.

"Noo!" she screamed, scrambling and crawling to the edge of the floating chunk as it drifted away, reaching a hand back to the mainland, "Help me!"

But she was too far away to swim now. Katara's eyes widened, realizing how drastic her situation had become. She collapsed onto her stomach, one hand hanging off of the edge of the ice, still staring back to where she had just been moments ago, in shock. Katara watched as the land grew smaller and smaller until she couldn't see it anymore.

What had she done?

She turned back around, slowly crawling to the middle of her small floating island. Katara collapsed, curling back into a little ball, shivering in her oversized blue fur coat. She felt the steady rock of the deadly waves beneath her, a few tears dripping down her cheeks at the thought of perishing to them.

What if she fell in? Katara couldn't swim for very long. And the water was so cold… Colder than the water closer to home. She began to shiver violently at the thought of the water consuming her small frame, choking her, drowning her, and killing her.

She thought of how ironic it was that a waterbender, surrounded by water and ice, could do nothing to save herself. A cry escaped her clenched lips. She was so useless and weak… So tiny and meaningless… How could she, Katara, the only waterbender in the whole South Pole, get herself out of this situation? Her mind scrambled to find a solution, but nothing came to her.

It grew darker yet. Soon, she couldn't see more than an inch in front of her. Katara didn't know how she was going to survive the night. Normally she was cuddled up with her mother at night, and they were both warm under plenty of blankets and pillows. But now, Katara was alone, with only her clothes to keep her warm in the below freezing temperatures. Ice was beginning to form on her. She didn't feel it though. Katara couldn't feel anything anymore. But maybe that was a good thing; she couldn't feel the sharp stings in her fingers and toes anymore.

She shifted around, making sure she could still move. Katara laid out on her back, and began to stare at the full moon above her. A smile broke through the thin layer of snow and ice on her face. Katara loved the moon. It was so pretty and white, just like the snow that she lived in. The moon was so grand and bright; it made Katara feel a little safer now that she was looking at it, knowing it was there. Thinking back to happier times, Katara remembered her mother telling her that the moon was a god. This made Katara let out a small laugh. She could almost imagine the moon god, or goddess, looking down at her now, laughing at her pathetic state.

"Hi moon god. Or goddess? I'm… not really sure…" she wheezed, making conversation, "You're… so pretty…"

Katara giggled, feeling a bit woozy. Her eyes began to droop and her limbs began to relax. She was so tired… So very tired…

Katara drifted deep into her mind, and prayed she would never have to come back out.

HELLOOOOOO all of you who didn't read the top :D It's okay, I understand.

What I mentioned above is if I don't get any reviews for chapters, I don't update since I think nobody likes/reads it. SOOOO, if you want more... Review.

And chapters will be much longer after this. It's just the intro.

Oh, and read the top. Just saying. I said a lot more important shit up there.

THANKS FOR READING