This is going to be my second ever attempt at writing an Avatar story. It takes place approximately 40 years after the fall of Ozai, on Kyoshi Island. I fully intend to put very much effort into this story and develop it as realistically as I can. Review if you wish, I won't beg you to. However, a good kick in the ass from a good review is always helpful. :)

I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. If I did, I'd be working on a new season.

-Prologue-

Water

Earth

Fire

Air

Long ago the Fire Nation attempted to annihilate most existence in the world.

Firelord Ozai, a clever and twisted man, almost succeeded in laying waste to the already scarred Earth Kingdom city of Ba Sing Se. His attempt fell short however, when a very powerful team rose against his tyranny.

This team consisted of the world's most elite masters; The Avatar, a powerful waterbending master, the greatest earthbender in the world, a cunning and elite warrior, the crowned prince if the Fire Nation and myself.

Tactically and skillfully we plotted every move we made until we recognized the precise time to strike, and eventually defea…

"You're not telling that same story again, are you Sokka?" Suki pointed out, walking down the steps from their house. The fire crackled as sparks were sent into the dark night sky. Suki walked into the area and sat on one of the logs surrounding the fire.

"You always ruin it!" Sokka griped. "It was just getting to the good part. Looks like I can't finish it now."

The children sitting around the fire all moaned. Sokka always enjoyed entertaining Kyoshi Island's younger inhabitants; whether it was because he enjoyed filling their little heads with exciting images or the simple fact that Sokka liked to look big and tough in front of them. She was fairly certain it was the latter, but nonetheless she was getting tired of hearing the same story over and over.

"Sokka, everyone has heard that story a million times. I bet they can all practically recite it from memory. Please though, continue." She replied with a smile, predicting his next words.

"Ok, so where was I?" Sokka questioned. "Oh yeah…" he got all dark and dramatic.

"…and eventually defeated him and the rest of the Fire Nation. He was nothing more than a…"

"Loser Lord." Everyone sitting around the fire mimicked as Sokka said it. He blushed a little as Suki began laughing.

"Hmmph…" grumbled Sokka. "I suppose that story is becoming a little over told."

"Alright now kids, time for everyone to part ways for the night. It's getting late and I don't want all your mothers getting worried." Suki shooed everyone away.

All of the kids grumbles and moaned, but eventually got back to their homes safely. Suki had been lectured before by their mothers when Sokka kept them out too late with his stories. They all appreciated it, but children need sleep.

She sat down next to Sokka across the campfire.

"Pretty captivating story I have to admit." she added.

"I'm losing the touch." He replied, putting his arm around her back and leaning in closer.

"Well I for one always enjoy them!" she said with a little laughter in her voice. "Come on, it's getting late." She gestured for him to follow.

"Yeah, you're right." Sokka stood up and arched his back a little, hearing it pop. "Wow, that was a good one."

The older couple walked slowly back to their home, each of them enjoying the others company. As they entered the house Suki brought up a valid point.

"You should tell them something different, maybe something they don't know by heart." she laughed.

"Well that's pretty good if they know them by heart, because I definitely do not." He laughed. "To be honest, I remember most of the story…. as I'm telling the story."

She laughed and then gave him a serious, questioning glance.

"My memory is fine Suki, it was just a joke." he returned the glance, a little more sarcastically.

"Well good, I don't want your memory slipping. It's hard enough to take care of you as it is." she replied.

"Take care of me? Pssh, woman I.." she eyed him down with that last statement. "Ok, you're right. You're pretty darn good to me."

They both climbed into their bed and laid down for the night's rest. They exchanged goodnights and Suki drifted off to sleep immediately. Sokka lay deep in thought about the story he was going to tell.

It had to be something amazing, something captivating; the story to end all stories, something that would take days to finish.

Then he sat straight up, eyes wide. He knew exactly what to tell the children, and if this didn't top them all, well then he didn't know what would. He smiled with his new peace of mind, and lay his head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.