Well, this is my first fan-story, ever.
Avatar does not belong to me, neither does the avatar world, or the characters.
Chapter 1: Prologue
"Uncle…"
The young teen's voice echoed softly as his elder wandered in to the frozen room, his long, royal robes dragging against the floor carelessly. His white hair pulled into a traditional warrior's wolf's-tail. His old skin wrinkled around his eyes "Nephew, I knew I would find you here. I brought some pastries, fresh from the cooks."
The young man shook his head, his black hair brushing against his face. "You should wear your hair up nephew, you have such a handsome face."
No response, the boy just turned his porcelain face back to the wall and the statue inside, his amber eyes glowed in the pale blue light. The older man sighed quietly and brought himself to the floor, his old bones aching, and screaming in protest. "Nephew, what is wrong? You only come here when something is bothering you."
"Uncle, who is she?"
The old man's face turned to meet the silent gaze of the woman in the wall. She was undeniably beautiful. Her white dress bellowed out around her, her brown hair snaked out in a million tendrils, forming a halo of seaweed around her head. Her brown arms extended to either of her sides. Beneath her ever closed eyes, the old man knew what icy-blue eyes waited. This place was her creation, all of it. The way the walls sat forever frozen, the way everything in here was encased in ice, crystallized. Everything was hers, even the way the pale man laid suspended in the ice in front of her. His head was forever laid back, his amber eyes forever asleep.
"Her name is Katara and she was the greatest waterbender." The old man closed his eyes and replayed the day in his mind, and every day after. Waterbenders tried to unfreeze them, but the substance which held the two was more than water. Earthbenders tried to shatter the substance, but it wasn't entirely earth. Together, the two were trapped. The old warrior pulled himself up and placed his hand against the frozen surface. Katara, why did you have to go?
The younger man stood next to the older, "Did you know her? The firesages tell me about her, and how she saved the nation."
"And the world, on multiple occasions. The firesages are wise beyond their years, but they did not know her like I did." The old man ran his hand down the glass, he could still hear her laughter as she water-whipped Zuko in any of their many sparing matches.
'Come on zuko! You fight like Grangran'
"Her name was Katara and she was the greatest waterbender, she was my sister."
"What happened to her and the Fire Lord?"
Sokka turned to his great-nephew, "You better sit down son, it is a tale worth telling."
The two men sat together on the floor before the ice wall of Lady Katara, and Fire Lord Zuko, "It was 112 years ago, after the war ended."