It's... SHOW TIME! That's right! You've all been TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO patient for this to start! So here it is, time for you all to get your spot light. I pray I give you what you want, so let's dive into this thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own squat except Harike.

Also! Sorry I couldn't get everyone in at this point, but if I did, this chapter would've taken three weeks to do lol. Anyway, enjoy and have fun.

Morning rays reflected a glinting blind in the noon sky against the powerful yet surprisingly fragile land of the Northern Water tribe's walkways and snow carved buildings. Though a docile nation since the fall of the tyrant Ozai and the praised rise of the benevolent Zuko, times throughout the sculpted lands of the city had never changed. However the more light hearted and relaxed the people had become, the Water Tribe was never one to retreat into bliss; dark clouds would always loom in the distance. If it where to be breezed away to bring them no trouble or crept closer so as to wreak its horrible storm would always be a possibility…

"That will be all today," a kind voice chirped to a younger female who was hunched over a water bending dummy, palms pressed calmly to its torso.

The girl glanced up, looking to the older woman with her kind, ocean blue eyes as a spirited smile grew across her tanned skin face. "Does that mean I can go?" giggled the girl as she moved the brown strands of her hair from out of her face and back to the rest of her curled hair so as not to look too optimistic to get on her own way.

The older woman knelt down to pick up the doll as a warm chuckle came from her. "Unless you feel like sitting here and do nothing Laya—" before another whisp of words parted from the older woman's lips, the girl bolted off the chilled floor of the Northern Water Tribe medical hut and out into the glint of the snow white city streets.

"Bye mom, love you, miss you, see you later!" Laya called back, crunching the fresh snow of the city street under her boots; waving her typical water tribe clothes in each step along with a quick wave back to her mother as she gathered herself into the doorway.

Her mother watched as her daughter quickly dodged through the city stands and crowds, never once dropping her warm smile. "One minute she's so focused and the next…" without finishing her thought, she shook her head not in displeasure, and returned to her work.

Laya made no attempt to look back at what her mother had to say or show with her abrupt departure, she knew she would hear about it from her later. But for now, she felt eager about having a stretch to her legs and hearing the cold crinkling of the snow as she stepped atop it. All the while of dancing through the small clusters of passing Water Tribesmen and women, her eyes never glanced up once to the sinking darkness that had begun to overcast the gates of the city. "What to do, what to do?" Laya pondered under her breath, skidding down a narrow alleyway with clumps of snow being kicked up as her heels brushed against the snowed path. "I could get a few hours of training in, or—" suddenly, as she escaped the narrow pathway into an open street, her eyes quickly clicked to a raven haired girl franticly looking about, her side bangs dryly tapping against her back at each head cock. "Or talk to Dylanna." She quickly noted before rushing up to the girl with a fierce wave of her hand.

The girl quickly locked her blue eyes to Laya and her expression instantly changed to one of slight relief. "Hey Laya. Mom done working you today?" she asked casually, failing to her distaste of holding her panic.

Laya dismissed the shake of her tone and gave her a shrug. "I think so, kind of bolted out of there before she really said I could go… But what about you? You look drained?" her blunt note of her friend's mottled expression and shagged appearance only made Dylanna smile despite her groan.

"You haven't been looking up too much have you?" Dylanna asked in return.

"Why? I've been just running about since I got out of the training hut, why would I need to—Oh look, dark clouds," Laya quickly stated, taking her first look up into the sky.

Sure enough, the creep of dark clouds had all but started extending its cast above the arctic city. Laya along with many other tribesmen took another lasting look at the clouds, half noticing that the over cast seemed to be moving slowly and smoothly above the city. "So…" snapping her eyes away from the clouds and back to Dylanna, Laya cocked a brow. "Why did I have to look up?" Dylanna pinched the bridge of her nose before looking up at Laya.

"Laya, think for just one second, alright? Just think… How long has it been since Ozai was beaten by the Avatar?" trying to hint the best she could, Dylanna waited for a response.

"Eighteen years, everyone knows that," Laya, as the loom of clouds crept over further above, started to drop her previous joyful expression.

"Right, and what happened ten years after that?" Dylanna, knot forming in her gut, lead Laya to the final answer.

Laya paused for a second, furrowing her brows as she allowed the question to sink into her mind. "When I was eight…?" a moment passed along with a dark clouds blacking out the noon sky; small flakes of snow drifting down around the two girls now from the sky above. Finally, it came to her. One boy. A canoe. And a cold look that she could never forget as the two drifted south… "He's… home?" the words felt stiff as they came from Laya's mouth, afraid for a nod or any sign that it was true.

"I saw him coming an hour ago. I wouldn't mistake those clothes anywhere. Mom told me that those robes where custom made, no other like them. And just how his ship moved… nothing else in the water was moving except his ship," Dylanna explained with a glance over to the massive wall that protected the city from the open water.

"Oh man!" Laya's sense of panic started to set in, only to find Dylanna placing her hand to her friend's shoulder.

"Keep it together Laya!" the simple command put Laya back into her mind set and she nodded compliantly. "Now what we're gonna do—"

"We?"

"You're an accessory to my plans now. You ran into while I was looking for someone, so now you're in too deep," Dylanna explained with a casual tone. Laya gave a pout which didn't hinder Dylanna as she continued. "As I was saying, what we're doing now is finding Varun—"

"Varun? How will that help us?" Laya asked genuinely taken back by the boy's name.

A second moved by as Dylanna found herself with nothing to say or reason on with the question. Slowly, a playful smirk came to Laya. "Ohhhh, I see…"

"See what?" Dylanna shot back with brimmed anger as she figured what it was she 'saw'.

"Need your boy incase things get dicey, I get it."

"It's not like that at—Whatever!" gripping Laya by her collar, Dylanna dragged her along at a quick pace through the city streets. "Think what you want, we need his help."

Feeling no reason to pick at the subject further, Laya let it go and began to keep pace with Dylanna; crunching the snow ridden path along side her. "Well alright, but let's just keep it between the three of us… I don't want some epic adventure happening."

"Laya, we're not even leaving the city. I just want to see what's going down at the gate. This isn't an adventure…" with that, the two dashed down the Northern Water Tribe's arctic city streets, passing many people that only looked upward at the clouds or at the center of the very storm with mixed interest, thought, and fear.

Joining in the watchful eyes looking to the cluster of dark clouds above, another Tribeswoman was looking up as she gathered into her small chest a bundle of sea prunes. Her shimming blue eyes seemed to be trouble filled by the sight, feeling a chill slither down her back like her curled black hair did and rushed against her bow that was done onto her back. "I've never seen clouds like those before… I don't think so," she whispered for only her own ears to bare heed to. Her finger tips moved to her neck and softly touched the tear drop shaped gem that hung there with thought.

Before her thoughts set fully in, her attention was broken as she saw two individuals dashing down the street towards her: one nearly dragged by the other. Her expression instantly lit up and she rose a hand to wave. "Laya! Dylanna! What—" Before she could finish her question, she felt a powerful tug to her arm as the two of them passed her; seeing now that Laya had grasped her arm and dragged her like she was being dragged by Dylanna.

Laya laughed cheerfully as she watched the girl's expression turn to surprise while trying to regain her footing all the while of being dragged along. "Hey Elodie! Sorry to drag you into this!" the two of them looked at each other and snickered over the joke as Dylanna groaned, never once loosing her pace after gaining the added weight.

Elodie dismisivly smiled her apology off and joined her in attempting to gain footing in the mad dash lead from Dylanna. "It's fine. But what exactly is it that I'm being dragged into?" she inquired, seeing no reason not to accept this abrupt change in her day- such was common with those she befriended.

"Getting Varun, the sky is dark, 'he's' back, yadda yadda, no time to chitter on it!" Dylanna sputtered out all the while of gracefully maneuvering the traverse paths of the inner city.

Elodie glanced over to Laya who simply nodded with a wiggle of her brows. "Ohhh, Varun, I see…" Elodie said, electing a snicker from Laya.

"Oh? Why oh? What're you two trying to say?" growing with a mix of fury and embarrassment, Dylanna shook her head and turned one last corner before abruptly halting in her tracks.

With the sudden change in movement, Elodie and Laya tumbled foreword and planted into the cold ice made floor of the street. The two groaned as they brought themselves to their feet and looked to Dylanna who was casting her gaze pass them to the small ice glazed house behind them. Despite the cold matter the home and area was made from, small puffs of smoke escaped from the small chimney shaped atop the house. "Here we are: the armory," Dylanna finally said as she stepped forward to the entrance way.

Brushing the small frost that gathered to her lower dress, Elodie looked to the building as well. "Oh right, Varun builds armor for the army... I guess someone has to."

"Yeah, wouldn't be much an army without armor for them to wear." Laya commented with a snicker.

Dylanna ignored the two of them as they laughed together, focused as she was on gathering what she hoped to be the last member of their 'cavalry'. The ice crafted door of the building slid open easily as Dylanna pressed her palm to its surface, instantly revealing a fairly built boy sporting a fur jacket that many of the tribesman wore, paying no attention to the door letting the only rays of light fresh from the outer walls and only on the clutter of irons and buckles muddled about on a wooden desk. "Varun." She called to him casually from the door frame. The boy continued to work his clutter about, trying –it would seem- to make a suitable match of the mess. "Varun!" once more she called, this time with a slight irritation. Again, he didn't turn around. "Varun!" Finally snapping, Dylanna whipped her hand foreword, electing the frame of the door to liquefy and shoot outward at Varun in a whip.

With a wet but loud snap, the water crashed against Varun's blue furred back and forced him to throw what he was holding up into the air with a yelp. Spurring around in a flurry of hand waves, Varun looked over at Dylanna and her two comrades joining her in what was left of the door frame. His eyes where stricken to a surprised panic as he searched about the room and back to them. "What, what what? Is the city on fire!" checking around with multiple takes to make sure the 'fire' didn't spread into his workshop, Varun let out his first words since they arrived.

Laya cocked a brow whilst shimming her way further into the small hearth. "We live on an iceberg, how could it—"

Dylanna cut her off with a quick hand raise and a sharp tone. "Varun, you gotta come with us!"

A calm set into Varun, recovering slowly from the sudden attack on him. Starting to think a little more rational, he folded his arms before his chest and stiffened his expression. "Why? Something big happening?"

"Does it really matter?" Dylanna retorted.

"Well actually it does," Varun's matter of fact tone sent back, "I have work to do and I—"

"Gah! Stop with your work and come on!" she cut off with a strained tone.

All the while the two argued, Laya and Elodie watched as if in a trance between the two bickering teens; snapping locks from one to the other as they exchanged word for word. "We all can't drop our work like you… Some of us have response—"

"I did my responsibilities! You're just doing pointless junk!" Elodie and Laya cringed at Dylanna's sharp comment before looking back to Varun for his reply.

Varun reeled back slightly as his face was stricken in hurt. "P-pointless junk! My work is anything but pointless!"

"Varun! You make wrist guards!"

"And 30 percent of attacks are directed at the wrists! One hit to the wrist and a battle could be over in a second!"

"That's why people use bending or have a shield!"

"Not everyone can bend, Dylanna!" the two of them glared each other down, both teeming with pent up rage just begging to be let out.

Elodie looked between the two of them and cocked her head, letting the softest giggle protrude from her lips. "Lover's quarrel… So cute."

Both Varun and Dylanna turned their attention off of each other and to Elodie as she continued to smile passively at the two of them. Glancing at each other one last time, they both snorted disagreement and turned away from each other. "Whatever! I don't care! Let's just get going alright!" Dylanna quickly ordered.

Before any of the three could voice of objection, Dylanna swept a whip of water around the lot of them and pulled them all effortlessly out the door and back into the fresh noon air; though, the sun was now blanketed out by the full overcast spreading over the city. The usual chill of the Northern Pole was replaced by an eerie still throughout the atmosphere, hanging with it the slithering of a dropping chill. Light, iced flakes danced down around Dylanna and her water caught lot, chilling the tips of their noses and exposed faces. "We're not missing this!" Dylanna pointed out as her water whip hold over her pack dropped and she dashed towards the center of town: the training yard.

The others looked about each other and groaned, feeling they too had to see what it was that was happening. Laya was the first to follow, Elodie and Varun following in her swift boot steps and up the cannels of the city. "So…" Varun started, deciding the still in the air coupled with the suddenly silent team was too much for him, "what is it we're doing exactly?"

Laya span around and started to run backwards, keeping her pace but looking to Varun with her near full attention. "He's back…"

"He's back? Who's he?"

They muttered as the robed figure passed, his dark boots crunching the snow covered training field in great audio in the still air. The snow continued to follow around all of them, bringing fresh packing to the already collective layers on the ground. Many tribesmen gathered about in a massive circle, keeping their voices low as the robed figure walked further to the center of the training field. The massive ice crafted totems that stood on either side of the field casted no shadow as the sun had died behind the rolling black clouds that over took the sky. To many, death had swallowed the life of the Northern Water Tribe's home; but others feared that 'death' had no business here, but a greater destination. Halfway down the training field, an abrupt halt came to him as he seemed to look onward. Before the flight of stairs that lead to the marvelous palace that the North Pole was known for where many strong looking and armor clad Tribesman; but what caught his eye was not them. Dead center of them was a casually dressed Tribesman with faded black hair, his face heavy with the strains of leadership and blue eyes that told a story of anguish. The Tribesman due center took a few steps forward, arms folded behind his back. "Spirits be willing, you are here for nothing against the people here," he spoke, his voice echoing over the near vacant field.

"Why would I bring harm?" many cringed as the robed figure spoke, his voice clear with submission; but a wry undertone that betrayed what kindness he tried to give off. "You of all people know that the Spirits' wishes are why I stand before you. The moon has set, Arnook. You know why I'm here…"

Chief Arnook, leader of the Northern Water Tribe pressed a grizzled palm to his aged face, stroking down his whitened beard. "Harike of the Northern Water Tribe… The Avatar is no longer here." Arnook hesitated on his final statement as soldiers and Tribesman visibly stiffened.

"Aang is not here? Well… Where is he then?" a thundering crackle through the air, bringing with it a howling change in wind and a blinding flash as the clouds sent a jut of lightning through its curved surfaces.

How was that? do tell, do tell. If you have issues with this or anything, tell me before any characters get some EXPLOSIVE action done on them. This story is going to take a long time so I need to plan ahead as quickly as I can! I hope to see you all later.

Now, we will take a quick moment to tell you about those OCs that have joined us today on the stage this chapter:

Laya: age 16. A powerful healer that lost her parents before she could tragically know them. None the less, that hasn't dampened her spirit, she's our regular Water Bender fire cracker. Also so, she's a self taught Water Bender in the form of attack, but don't tell mommy!

Dylanna: age 14. A born aristocrat destined for elegance she spits on the high society life style and prefers getting down and dirty with the boys. She hates being under anyone's thumb and lives to run free and be her own. But under it all, she has a craving to sometimes, just maybe, be seen as a girl.

Varun: age 15. Coming a family of three boys, he's been the one to shine out as the most talented in Water Bending. Don't let his thoughtful and stratigic outlook fool you, he's a regular hound when it comes to the ladies; but don't tell his close friend Dylanna, he can't handle anymore hits!

Elodie: age 15. Found drifting in the chilled waters of the Northern Water Tribe after her parents where senselessly murdered, she was seen as a child of great potential and was put to training the moment she could be. Fairly unshaken by her loss, she's a sweet and lighthearted girl.

Harike: age 19. Born and raised in the Northern Water Tribe, he left home at age 10 to perfect his art of bending. Those that meet him call him a caring and gentle boy, while those that hear of him think him a monster with a sick mind. Though never prone to use his bending, he's thought to have amazing bending.

See you in the big times

-Overlord