Prologue
"Water. Earth. Fire. Air. My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, as well as his Guardian, master of three could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed them most, they vanished. A hundred years have passed and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the War. Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe. Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads, and that the cycle is broken. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow, the Avatar will return to save the world."
Being the chief was a lot harder than most people would think. One didn't need to worry about attacks from the fire nation so much compared to having enough food for everyone. So with Hakoda gone with all the other men of the tribe the job of feeding and directing the clan to safety was left to the only boy just entering the age of puberty in all of the southern water tribe, the chief's only son Sokka.
Sokka was a nice boy, quite like the chief himself. He took his duties rather seriously but he was just too young to take the entire job as chief. So some of the duties went to his little sister, Katara. While he collected the furs and made sure everyone was warm enough to survive the winter, she helped the woman cook as well as be the medic doing things like helping woman through the birthing pains. But they both would share the duty of feeding the rest of the tribe. If only to humor Gran-Gran the village elder, as well as their mother's mother.
That was the reason twice a moon Sokka and Katara were stuck together on a boat looking for fish. But today was different this was the day that their fates would be changed forever.