I've been out of basic for a while now, no matter what my profile says. I do need to fix it. Anyway, since the Air Force can't seem to waste all of my time, I'm starting another story. I don't own Avatar or some of the story plot that I stole from Morrowind's Solstheim missions. Trust me, I'm not that original when it comes to writing. Anyways, enjoy and tell me what you think. I want to know.

Nine years ago…

"Mommy, Sokka's trying to scare me with a story about an ice monster." A young blue-eyed girl yelled while running to get her older brother in trouble. Her mother only shook her head, knowing that her son was not the only one involved.

Meanwhile Sokka and his father were giggling behind the house.

"Now that's how you scare your sister Sokka, but don't do it too much okay." Hakoda said with a troublemaker's grin.

The six year old smiled devilishly, knowing that his baby sister was easily scared about monsters and that such.

Later that day, the siblings were out playing. Katara was 'playing with her magic water' as Sokka called it, while the boy was throwing his boomerang around pretending to fight Firebenders that attacked his village. He would pretend to dodge hits and give back punches. Occasionally, he would get hit by ice balls that his baby sister threw and throw them back. Then a new plan came to mind.

"Hey Katara, want to go try and find that ice monster?" Sokka asked after catching his boomerang.

"Mommy said that ice monsters were only an excuse to scare little kids and that they aren't real." Katara argued back, and then stuck her tongue out.

"That's not what Gran Gran said." The boy shot back.

"W-what did she say?" the young waterbender asked, knowing how well Gran Gran was with knowing how everything works.

"She said that the ice monster eats little girls when they don't clean their brother's sock, and that he comes out every twenty years to start his feast."

The now terrified Katara asked another question, "When's the next twenty years?"

Trying to answer with a straight face, Sokka answered with, "In about ten years."

"Ten years? How old will I be then?"

"Well, you're five now so you'll be fifteen."

Katara thought about for a bit, before taking a step away from her brother. Her foot stepped completely though and she continues to fall in a tunnel.

"Sokka, help!" the boy heard the echo as his sister fell through.



"Oh boy." Sokka sighed, and then jumped into the hole, "I'm coming."

The light gave off a blue hue in the tunnel. Sokka walked through slowly, hoping that his sister was alright. He slipped on the iced floor. He didn't stop until the tunnel opened up and then he saw his sister lying on the ground from bumping her head on the wall of the tunnel. It was a small bump with a small cut on her head; nothing that mother couldn't fix up.

"You alright?" he simply asked.

When he didn't get an answer, he walked over to her and started to pick her up until the cave started to breath. Chills filled his spine with fear.

"Who dares to wake me?" a deep booming voice ranged out.

Sokka didn't answer and pulled his boomerang out, as he got ready to pull his sister out of the hole.

"You didn't answer."

Sokka fumbled with Katara and finally spoke when a light came on.

"Um, hello?" Sokka said, shaking.

A white polar bear-seal came out from the light, bearing his teeth. He filled the cave as he dragged his tail across the ice.

"Don't eat me, please!" Sokka yelled.

"Then let me have her."

"Well, there's a problem with that Mr. Bear-seal. You see…" Sokka started, pointing his finger while trying to not look that the monster's eyes.

"Fine, I'll make a simple deal then since it's not quite my twenty year mark." The polar bear-seal started, "In ten years, I'll come out to your village and take her. If you have the courage to fight by then, you'll pass my trials and you can have her back. If you don't, I'll just simply eat her in front of you, and then kill you if the trials didn't already do so."

The six year old boy nodded, and ran out with his sister. He didn't stop to look back that the hole until he got into the village. He never spoke of what happened in the hole in the snow.