1994 B.C.
Southern Water Tribe.
Sokka
"Wake up. Come on little prince, get up," Mom's soothing voice sings. I am the prince as for my dad is the leader of our tribe. Baby sister, Katara, is still sleeping, Dad, Hakota, must be out hunting with the other men of our tribe; I thought I told him to wait for me. Note to self: confront him about that.
"Good morning mommy!" I exclaim, she shushes me.
"Get dressed and go outside, your father is waiting." So he didn't leave me. As I walk out of our hut, I see Dad, in his blue and an old man wearing a red uniform. Next to him are two men, about Dad's age, one older one younger, in similar clothes. A little boy, about ten, stands in front of the older one, and a girl, about two like me, in front of the younger one. She looks evil and crazy, the boy looks nice though.
"This is my son Sokka. Sokka, this is Firelord Azulon, his sons, General Iroh and Ozai, and their children,Lu ten and Azula," father says with a smile that I think could melt the snow.
"Nie o mee ou, me nae Okka," I manage to say. I am so stupid, I think to my self, why do I sound so smart in my head and so not smart out of it. Azula tries to hide her laugher but it doesn't work. Mako glares at her and she stops.
"Why don't we let the kids play and we can talk about this inside?" Azulon says. Everyone nods in agreement. So I show them the make shift playground. Everything is made out of snow the slides and stage? Hum.
"This is what you call a playground? Back home we have a swing set, a pool, a teeter-totter, and slides. This is so lame," Azula complains.
"Now Azula Grandfather told us to be respectful," Lu ten says all knowledgeable-like. It probably gets on Azula's nerve.
-Time skip-
1990 B.C.
Fire nation Ember Island
Katara
"Sokka, look, look at me, Sokka," I cry. I use water bending to make a wave but it falls before long. I hear Azula laughing in the distance, I hate that girl.
"Azula, she is just four. I'm sure, in time, she will be a master," Lu ten says.
"Really, Mako? Do you think I will be that good?" I ask, my voice dripping with hope.
"Yes, of course, you, will be a master," Azula says even a penguin could have known she was being sarcastic. I frown she isn't nice at all. Sokka walks off and Azula follows. If she doesn't like him, why does she follow?
"Now where is little Zuko?" Lu ten asks himself, "There he is." A little boy comes into view. With his jet black hair is in a ponytail and red-gold eyes, he can't be more the five years old.