When your only child is taken from their home, all hell breaks loose. Last night, just past midnight, a criminal sneaked into the Avatar and his wife's home and kidnapped their daughter.
Katara woke up that next morning later than usual, which was weird. She checked the time and it was nine o'clock. Usually, their 2 year old daughter would be waking the young couple up by crying or whining around four in the morning, but this morning was quiet.
"I'm going to go check on Kya." Katara told Aang before leaving their bedroom.
Katara rushed down the hall and into her daughter's room, only to find her crib empty. Katara fell to the ground, landing on her knees, as tears swarmed in her eyes.
"No..." She said to herself.
Aang came into the room moments later, "Katara? Is everything-"
Aang stared at his wife, who was still on the floor, now sobbing.
"Katara!" Aang said, rushing to her and kneeling beside her.
"She's gone, Aang." Katara said.
"What?" Aang asked.
"Kya. She's not in her crib." Katara replied.
The devastating news struck him, like a punch in the gut. He couldn't speak at all. The only way he could possibly react was wrapping an arm around Katara's shoulders as she sat up to sob into his bare chest. Tears filled Aang's eyes, but he didn't dare let them fall. He needed to stay strong.
"It'll be okay." Aang said eventually.
"No." Katara said, sobbing.
"We'll find her." Aang said, "Trust me."
"I just want to know, what idiot would come in the middle of the night to kidnap a child." Katara said.
"I don't know. Some people are just sick and messed up like that." Aang said.
"And I just want my daughter back." Katara said.