So, I thougtht of this while thinking of So You Think You Can Dance. Love it. And I'm like, if everyone from Avatar danced on that show, it'd be completely epic! So, anyways, I decided to do this story, and whether it be stupid or not, I'm rolling with it. :)

Enjoy this very AU story!

Long Ago, Four Nations across the globe lived together in harmony. Every year, we celebrated culture and differences by holding the 'International Dance Match'. The Fire Nation danced hip hop the best, along with the newer "B-boy" style, as well as tango for the more classically tasted. The Water Tribe, both North and South, dance contemporary, a fluid take on ballet, but those who still cling to the classics dance the waltz as if they were in a hazy dream. The Earth Kingdom boasted their loud and spirited "broadway" and jazz. And then there was the Air Nomads, famous for their airy technigques in ballet.

But everything changed when the Fire Nation caused a tragedy. Poison was given to the other contestnats and every single Air Nomad that the Fire Nation could find, all disguised as food. Now, imbalance hangs in the world. And as if that wasn't enough, the Avatar, master off all dance styles, went missing. Some believe he died, after ingesting poison, but I believe the Avatar will return to save the world...

Chapter I.

Oh geez. She's at it again. Why can't she just be normal? Sokka asks himself as he peers over the edge of one of the glacier's hills.

What he sees is an all too familiar sight. Katara, his younger sister, dancing. Again. She lifts her leg up this time around, pointing her toe before she straightens her foot rigedly, falling onto both feet, hunching over. She straightens, spinning on the ball of her foot, stopping, then holding her arms out as if to reach for something long desired.

Finally, Sokka leaps over the hill, sliding down on his heels. "Katara!"

She freezes, looking over her shoulder at her older brother. "What?"

"You're supposed to be helping me hunt! Instead you're acting like you're...possessed," he jeers, waving his hands around.

She stabs her spear into the snow, crossing her arms. "Sokka, I am not possessed. I'm dancing. And you're overreacting. Gran Gran says people used to dance all the time."

"Yeah, they used to. Not anymore, Katara. You need to get your act together. Dad left it up to us to take care of the village."

"I know that!" she replies, her face growing red. "But maybe I don't want to hunt!" On that note, she tosses her spear far down the glacier plain. Riddled with anger, she sits in the snow, staring into the everlasting white.

With a sigh, Sokka stakes his weapon in the snow as well, sitting next to his sister.

"Well, what do you want to do?" he asks her.

The anger drains from her eyes, replaced with ashamedness. "I...nothing. It's stupid."

"Stupider than when I tried to take one fish hook out of my mouth with a different fish hook?" Sokka wonders aloud. Katara giggles.

"Okay. Well, I want...I want to preform in the International Dance Match," she says with a smile.

"What? Katara, don't be-" Sokka stops himself, catching the look on her face. The 'don't even start belittling me' face.

She sighs. "It's not going to happen, I know."

"No, no, it's not that. It's just...a little dreamy," he pokes.

She stands on her two feet, commenting, "Yeah, well, you don't have any dance skills what-so-ever, so..." as she walks to pick up her spear.

Shuffling through the snow, tears form on the rim of her eyes as she thinks about her dream that's really nothing but a dream.

As she grabs the handle of her spear, she gasps. "SOKKA!"

His head snaps up as she calls for him desperatley. The older brother yanks his machete out of the ice, sprinting after his screaming sister.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?" he asks, his heart racing.

"There's somebody. Somebody beneath the ice," she says, peering through the ice.

"Wha?" Sokka falls to his knees, wiping away the flaky snow, squinting through the icey ground skeptically, until he locks eyes with it. "Ah!" he shrieks, falling back.

"We need to get him out of there!" Katara shouts, picking away at the ice with her spear. Sokka grabs her arm, trying to pull her away. She slaps his arm away, thrusting once more into the ice before she's blown back by a trapped gust of wind. She slams into Sokka as they both slide through the snow, watching the body as well as something giant and fluffy shoot into the sky. Katara scrambles foward, holding her arms out as the lanky body lands in her arms, taking them both down.

She hears her brother shouting at her but is too preoccupied to care.

"Are you okay?" she asks the unconcious boy. His head is shaven, his eyes closed peacefully as if he was sleeping. Suddenly those pale eyelids flutter open, a groan escaping the boy's thin lips.

"Nngh. Wha...who're you?" he asks.

"Katara," she says with a small smile, lying him on the snowy floor. "What's yours?"

"Aang..." He pulls himself into a sitting position, very slowly. "Where am I?"

"The South Pole...you were under the ice. It's a miracle you're alive."

"I don't feel like a miracle," he says, holding his head in his hands.

"Katara!" Sokka pants, sliding along the ice to their resting spot. He fumbles with his machete, pointing it at the bald boy. "Who are you? What're you doing here?"

"Sokka, stop it," Katara says, shooing his weapon away. "This is Aang." As the siblings glance upon their 'miracle' they exchange a look before they help him to his feet.

"Come on," Katara mutters, slinging his arm over her shoulder as Sokka does the same. "Let's get you home."

So, thats the beginning. I'll probably post the next chapter very soon.

I didnt want it to be a word-for-word copy of the series so its going to be quite different. Ifin' ya'll dont mind :)

Peace para now, L.