Authors Note:
They came, they came and they came and we lost.
We lost the battle, we lost, our lives, we lost that which we loved.
They came, and we lost, but we fought and we tired.
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A little boy, dressed in fur and silk clutched his mother as men in red masks marched forward and invaded his home. His father twirled and moved, and was shot down. The flames burnt in the little boys eyes long after his flame was extinguished along with his mother's in a single shot.
A brave warrior bearing spear stood strong as he stared down the metal giants that challenged his home. From the wall he guarded he watched, spear in hand, as his enemy began their assault. From the wall, he was blown from the skies before he ever got to use his spear.
A temple that housed benders-in training was marched into, and those novices faced their experts. Vain attempts at defense failed, and those trainees were eliminated. The youth of the south fell with them.
A gaggle of women stood there with fright in their eyes as a masked man moved up against them. One by one they fell without a sound, until only one stood. And she screamed before and after the blade entered, and she let the world no the South had fallen.
A master bender stood on the field fighting fiercely. Techniques he had yet to teach his students were unleashed against the invaders, but one cannot defeat thousands, and he was taken down. Along with him, the skill and talent of the South were extinguished.
In shallow cries and bloody tears, the capital of the South Pole fell with little resistance. She was out gunned, and her ice could barley scratch their metal. Slowly, the crown of the water sunk within its bounds, and her people were gone.