DISCLAIMER: I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender, it is a product made by Nickelodeon and the team of Micheal Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko.

The burgs of ice that littered the still arctic waters bobbed slightly in the distance from the great ice wall city of the Northern Water Tribe. The towering, smooth ice walls loomed over and casted their massive shadow over the great city of snow and ice, protecting it from any and all assaults from the back while the bender made wall with their tribal mark across its face protected it from forward attacks. It had been that way for over one hundred years. And since the Avatar's defeat of the malicious fire lord Ozai 19 years ago, the need for the walls safety slowly withered away. Though they kept it up for the possible threat of an enemy attack, they saw no war of combat for 18 years.

Light blue skies stretched across the arctic sky with fluffs of white drifting clouds panted in little bundles in the fair sky. The flowing streams within the white ice city quietly trickled through their cannels and under the snow made bridges. It was one of those calm water tribe days. A woman carrying a wooden bucket crouched down to one of the many flowing streams in the cannels of the city. Her wavy raven black hair dangled just above the water as she filled her bucket to the brim with the ice cold water. Removing it from the stream, she held the bucket close to her chest, trying to not let a drop fall out. After steadying herself, she wobbled her way up the walkway beside the water; trying fixatedly not to slip on the snow guarded steps. Gaining way to a single, rail-less staircase, her concentration was broken by a voice behind her. "Kai!" Taken by surprise, the woman let out a sharp yelp before stumbling to the side and into the calm water with a loud, surging crash.

She pulled herself up to the surface of the chilling water as quickly as she could. Water draped her raven hair over her eyes, but she was still clear that she was annoyed to the man. "Yes, Leith?" She mumbled to the man that stood on the path over looking her.

"I was going to ask if you needed help… but you got it," The man laughed as the woman cleared her eyes of her damp hair.

She hoisted herself out of the water and picked her bucket up, which had fallen empty in her trip down off the stairs. Wordlessly, she shoved the bucket to the man's chest and left up the stairs in a visible huff. "Fill that up and bring it home… your son wanted it before he woke up and went back on his journey…" Kai directed back to him, trying to move elegantly, but only waddled with her heavily drenched coating.

Leith looked at the bucket, seeing his own reflection in the little water left inside its wooden frame. He was a strong, chiseled featured man with faded black hair atop his head and chin. "He's leaving today? Already? But he just got back," Leith chuckled before scooping water effortlessly into the wooden frame of the bucket.

Kai stopped on the final stare and looked back to him, her beautiful figure being complemented by the shimmering twinkles in the ice made walls in the morning sun. "Your son has waited 19 years for this… Do you believe he will stop for a moment?" Just then, a single snow flake swayed down between the two of them clearly, bringing them both to look to the sky above.

The once clear morning sky had turned instantly to grey overcast clouds, bringing with it a slow frenzy of snow flakes along with it. Kai sighed and shook her head, but seemed to have an unsure smile across her lips. "You better hurry… he just woke up," She giggled to Leith as he carried the bucket up the stairs and passed her.

"You should come to… his 'mommy' should be in attendance for his farewell, don't you think?" Just like that, Kai laced her arm around Leith's arm and they both started their way throughout the village.

As they moved together through the allies and side walks of the city, they noted all the other members of the tribe had stopped what they where doing and looked to the sky. Though snow was never something out of the ordinary here; it being one of their most important resources. But when they looked at the snow falling, their faces all looked worried and nervous. Leith furrowed his brows and held Kai close to his side. Looking at them, Leith grumbled to himself. "Ungratefuls…" Kai nudged her husband in the side with a slight scold in her sapphire eyes.

"Leith…"

"I'm sorry… Their fears are placed well. But I know our son well…" He looked down at her, his aged and weary blue orbs glancing down to her soft and loving eyes. "…They have no reason to worry..." Finally, he came to a halt before a small ice made house with a single window beside the vacant door way.

Kai slowly left the side of Leith and stepped into the home, quietly. Leith followed suit and placed the bucket on a counter beside the door. The room was dark; all the candle light and other sources of light had been snuffed out; leaving only the dim outside light to dully fill the minimal windows of the home. They both looked to the center of the entrance room where a single woolly walrus pelt was set firmly on the floor; and where a boy stood, garbed in a thick blue and yellow jacket and over hood. "…Son? I'm surprised you haven't left yet," Kai softly chided the boy, watching him slide his hands firmly into leather gloves.

A moment of silence was held while they watched him clasp the buckles of his boots on before turning to them, his face covered by his hood and veil over his mouth. Though they could only see his gold ring eyes, they could feel a warm smile from him. "I wanted to wait for you two before I left… Is that alright?" He joked before opening his arms wide.

Hesitating for not even a moment, Kai crashed her body into the boy's body in a great hug, throwing her arms around his neck. He let out a dry heave cough of surprise but patted his gloved hand on her back and stroked it for a moment. She broke from the hug and wiped a welling tear from her eye and stepped back so Leith could get close to him. "Good luck son…" Leith mumbled as he extended a hand to him.

The boy looked to the hand before knocking it aside and taking his father in a hug. "I won't need it father…" As he broke from the hug, he grasped the bucket by its handle and exited the home. "…My goal is noble, and my cause is pure. The spirits will guide me," He told them while walking down the main path of the city to the great ice wall before the ocean.

His parents went after him in a rush, crunching packed snow under foot. "Harike, wait!" Kai called to him down the pathway.

As the boy continued to walk, the villagers watched him with mixed looks: Fear, hope… hate. He came to a halt and turned around in time to see Kai and Leith catch up with him. "Yeah mother?"

"Just promise me… when you meet him… do what us expected of you," His mother warned him in a tone that reminded Harike of the speech of an elder.

Bowing his head he looked to the wall before him. "Rest assured. I will do what is right…" With a firm placement of his right foot, he slammed his left foot a few inches ahead of him, along with a thrusting waver of his hands downward.

The great wall obeyed his motion and sank down into the water with a silent crumble, revealing a small canoe drifting vacantly on the other side. He quickly skipped over the crumbled wall before him and into the canoe, dunking it into the oceanic water around him. He turned on ball of his back heel and waved a final fair well to his two on lookers before flicking a wrist upward. In a break neck instant, the whole wall was repaired like nothing, and the vision of Harike and his canoe disappeared behind it. Kai and Leith lingered in place for a moment, standing close and preying inwardly to the spirits for the safety of their child.

On the other side, as light waves crashed against the wall of the city and jostled the canoe, Harike sat himself on a wooden stool. He securely placed the bucket of water in a holder under his seat; along side a leather rucksack he placed their ahead of time. Rising to his feet he looked off into the southern distance, passed the drifting ice mounds and darkened skies. "…And what is right is to repair the balance of the world…" With a menacing tone to himself, he lifted a hand out behind him. As his hand faced the back of his canoe, he started to rotate it in a circle, wavering the cold water around his boat. As the snow around him continued to fall, it too started to twirl in a spiral as it fell near him. With a gentle creak, the canoe started to move from its position and drift away from the wall. Harike sharply stopped his hand for a second and turned his whole body to the south, malice abundant in his eyes. "Watch your back 'Avatar' Aang…" With a powerful thrust, he lunged both his arms out in front of him, palms flat and facing the water below. The ice burgs before him crackled and began to sunder as the water around him rippled. The snow made wall behind him began to crumble stray parts off its top and drop them down into the water below. "…Here I come," Finally, he flung his arms to his back and the canoe shot away from the wall of the Northern Water Tribe in a large explosion of water behind him.

The ice burgs shattered to pieces in an instant, crashing painfully to the arctic water below and denting the great wall behind him. Fading off into the distance, the dark clouds and falling snow over the city faded away, letting the sun shine down to the tribe below. The guardsman and chief that stood atop the wall watched as the distant canoe faded off into the distance, the clouds that once over casted themselves over the tribe staying his path. One of the guards looked to the aged chief and bowed his head. "Sir…" Before the guard could say a word more, the chief raised a hand between the two of them, but never broke his eyes from the canoe.

"Even if we where to face him…" He looked to the sundered ice burgs and partially destroyed wall with a grimace. "…He has more power then any of us… I fear for the Avatar now. I fear for his friends as well…"

"Sir, Harike—"

"I'm aware… But in his mind, he has but one mission, and he will stop at nothing to achieve it…" Arnook ran his fingers through his graying hair as he groaned. "Spirits… aid Aang and his comrades…" Looking out into the direction Harike traveled, he saw a flash of lightning from the clouds above him. "…They will need all the aid you can give,"

"Kill the Avatar…"

This is a story I've wanted to do for a year, I do it now because of one thing... Korra. Those of you who do not know who that is, look it up. Now why would this matter? If you can't figure it out, just keep reading. And please, remember to Review or I have no reason to keep writing this.

"Why does he want Aang?"

See you in the big times

-Overlord-Flinx