~The Face of the Enemy~
Foreword: Well here I am with another one. I know I should probably stop myself from starting so amny sotrie, but this idea just wouldn't go away. So enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor seek to profit in any way other than reviews and improving my own writing from A:TLA.
Prologue:
It's been a long time since someone told stories of the old days. There once was a time when the Avatar kept peace between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation and Air Nomads. That all changed, when the Avatar vanished. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements could bring peace and restore balance.
A hundred years have passed since a war broke out, a war which united the water tribes and has driven us to bring balance to the world where the avatar has failed. Two years ago the men of our tribe left to fight for the earth kingdom to help finish the war, 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 was broken, but the air nomads haven't been seen for a hundred years, so nobody knows.
"Now we Water Tribe seek our own peace, because the world must be ." Her grandmother said, finishing the tale.
"One way or another, I just want this war to end." Katara said, into the sudden silence of the tribe building, after her grandmother's story.
"Well my little water, you have the power to do that. Soon you will have journey to the Northern Water Tribe and be what your mother would have wanted you to be."
Katara smiled, an involuntary tear running down her cheek. "I will do this."
"Katara! Gran-Gran! There you are!" the loud voice of her brother broke the feeling in the small hut.
"What is it Sokka?"
"Well seeing as you're the all mighty water bender of our lowly tribe I thought you could honour me by helping with the hunting." He said, sarcastically, mock bowing after hearing the end of the story.
"Sokka, be nice to your sister. As the only warrior in the tribe it will be your job to escort her to the North Pole when she is of age"
"Yeah, Ok Gran-Gran" he said, his voice swelling a little with pride after being called a warrior.
Katara sniggered. "Might as well, can't have the big warrior getting his pants wet on a fishing trip"
"Well-"
"Enough, you two!" Gran-Gran grumbled. "Stop your bickering so you can help the tribe."
"Yes Gran-Gran" they both answered, looking sheepishly at their feet. However the glare they sent each other's way as they headed to the Tribe's Canoes was clear. This isn't over yet.
Author's Note: I have made some seriosu revisions to the intro here, so it sets the story up better for the first chapter. I seem to be writing a lot of 'what if' stories as of late, and I hope this doesn't dissapoint. As always review, and give me your input!
Thanks as always to you faithful readers!
~Benign vieweR~