This is my first story. Please be kind. The plot will get better I swear on all my friendships. Big thanks to my beta, iamtheblindbandit!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar the last Airbender, no mater how much I want it for Christmas…

"Twins."

The room was peaceful and quiet. The two children slept quietly in their parents' arms. The whole world seemed to hold its breath just to let them sleep. Their eyes only had just only closed minutes ago, slowly hiding their warm gray eyes. They were in a marble room, one that was usually bitingly cold in the winter, when the snow fell in gentle patterns, crusting the window with white crystals. Since the twins were born, the room had gotten considerably warmer. Being yet infants, they had not developed any protection from the cold, and thus were wrapped in thick, warm, woolen blankets.

Their mother had long, braided, black hair tied up in a bun. She was tall and slender, draped in a light blue bathrobe and silk pajamas. She was pale, with shy blue eyes. She was lying under the covers of her and her husband's bed with her daughter in her arms. Her husband was also tall and strong, with his dark hair pulled into a small bun that rested atop his head in the traditional

Airbender style. He was the source of the children's gray eyes, although his weren't as warm.

"A boy and a girl. We should name them soon. What should we name them?" he asked his wife quietly, so he didn't wake the sleeping twins. She thought for a moment and then replied, "We will name her Sora, after my grandmother.

You can choose his name."

He closed his eyes and lay back against the soft, warm pillows of their bed.

There were so many people in his life worth naming his first son after. He decided that he would come up with a name that would develop a meaning of its own. Something unusual, unlike Lee, as this, unfortunately, was his own name.

After a while, he slowly replied, "I'll sleep on it. I want it to be the perfect name for him."

"Okay swe-" she broke out into an uncontrollable fit of coughing, deep in her chest. When she stopped, she looked pale, and even more so just after birthing.

Her coughing had awoken the twins and scared them into tears. After a few minutes of soothing the infants, their crying subsided.

"Are you okay darling? That cough sounded terrible." He was concerned, his wife shouldn't be so sick after birthing twins. If she was truly sick, it might have had an effect on the health of his dear children, and she might be worse off afterwards.

"Oh, it was nothing, really. Just a little tickle," She started to cough again, causing his brow to furrow in concern and worry, though it was not as bad as before.

"We should have the nurse come and look at you again, just in case." He scooped his daughter from his wife's arms.

"No, really I'm fine! Don't worry, dear." Contradictory to her statements were the racking coughs that came afterwards.

He shook his head. "No, no. We shouldn't take our chances. These are our first children, so we should be gentle, and careful. I'm going to go find our doctor." Without awaiting her consent, he left the room in search for one who could help, a child in each arm. He did not leave without another long, loving look at his wife.

She was too sick to be saved. Not even the Northern Water Tribe's best, most experienced healers could help. She died two days after her first and only children were born. She was buried in the temple grounds just like every one else. She would never even know the name of her son.

"I'm so sorry, my sweet. Sora, Aang, and I will think of you every day." He promised her as he stood upon her grave, tears in his now dull gray eyes, which were once bright orbs of life in his face. Even the twins looked sullen, though they were much too young to understand that their mother would never awake again.