Sokka woke with a start. He looked up from his bed and saw the darkness outside of his open tent, full moon reflecting against the snow.

Feeling something wasn't right, the Southern Water Tribe chief moved his blanket aside carefully, as not to disturb his wife, Suki, or his two small children sleeping on the other side of the tent.

Sokka wanted to get his dream out of his head, now that he was back in reality. It had been one he'd had before, except the one before had been different. It had been many months before when he had the first dream.

He had been floating in the night sky during a full moon, like the one tonight, when a celestial figure appeared. She was dressed in all white, the fabric of the dress flowing around her delicate frame, hair of the same color rolling off her shoulders and curling at the waist.

He kissed her in greeting, but she pulled him closer. He was enamored with the feel of her cold body against his. He couldn't help but think that if the moon spirit hadn't died all those years ago, this was how it could have been.

Sokka never told Suki about his night with Yue, for it had been a dream. Nothing more.

So why tonight, almost a year later, had he dreamed of her again? But tonight had been different.

He had been outside in the snow, but far from the village. The barren land surrounded him. He heard a woman's sorrowful voice.

"Sokka…" she cried multiple times, each time growing softer and lingering longer on the last syllable.

"Who's there?" he called, drawing his boomerang. He didn't know where to go, because it felt like the voice was coming from all directions.

Suddenly, a figure came into view. A sobbing white woman, huddled against the snow. She looked up, and their identical eyes met, hers moist with tears.

Sokka knelt at her side, putting his hand on her back.

"Yue? What's wrong?" he asked, but got no answer. The woman began fading, melting away underneath his fingers.

That was when he had woken up. Sokka wiped his face with a cloth soaked with cold water to wake himself up more. Maybe he'd go outside and see how many hours were left until dawn.

Sokka stepped over his 2-year-old daughter, sleeping too close to the tent opening. As he opened the closest thing they had to a door, he walked through and a cold wind swept through his hair and ruffled his tunic. As not to disturb his family, he closed the opening.

Suddenly, Sokka's ears were filled with a piercing cry coming from the ground beneath him. He looked down and saw a baby, half covered by snow, flailing its arms and screaming quite loudly.

Sokka picked up the infant and observed her closer. He took her inside once she quieted down, putting her near a lit lamp for warmth.

Sokka put his hand near the baby and she grabbed his thumb around her small hand. Their skin tones matched exactly, and she had the bright blue eyes of a Water Tribe girl. In fact, she could have belonged to anyone in the tribe, if she didn't have her mother's hair.