TWIST OF FATE

Here, then, we start our story in this big ice palace own by King of the Water Tribe, King Hakoda with a princess named Katara, who was born with a gift of water bending.

Katara , a 16 year old princess, had a dark exotic skin with lovely bright brown hair. Her eyes was as blue as it can be even though it was filled with much sadness and pain. She like to think of herself as an ordinary girl living an ordinary life but she knew it can never be. Not with the war between the nations are going on, not without a mother by her side, not as her carrying a big responsibility as a princess. No, Katara can never had an ordinary life.

She swung the water she was bend, side to side in her little chamber. Try to imagine the image of her mother because day by day, the image of her mother was starting to fade away. She tried again, and again. Her mother, Kya was a loving wife and mother who is willing to sacrifice herself for her family. The most genuine person Katara had ever seen or even met and now, she couldn't remember her face! Oh, how angry Katara felt about herself. A tear roll down her cheek, her hand started shaking and the water she bended started to spill slowly.

Finally, she let the water spill all over the floor.

Katara was about to fell and cried her eyes out to the ground when someone finally caught her. She gasped in surprised and quickly turn around to face a familiar face.

"Sokka," she breathed his name with a glad sigh.

Sokka, 17, is the prince of the Water Tribe. He, too had a dark skin and brown hair. He was well-known by his jokes and , so what people had called, 'sense of humor'. To Katara, her brother was nothing but a lame joker. He was clumsy, untidy, lazy and loves to eat. Sokka simply smile at his little sister and slowly drag her to her bed.

"Thanks," Katara said, embarrassed to be caught crying by her own brother.

"Yah, no problem," Sokka said as he sit on the edge of the princess's bed.

There was a complete silence for a while. Katara was looking down and playing with her hair while Sokka rub his finger, they both practically didn't know what to say to each other.

"Is it about 'ma?" Sokka ask, not looking at Katara.

Katara stare at his brother and think for a while. She sigh, looking down, answered, "Yah," with a small nod.

Sokka sigh, "You shouldn't-,"

"Well, why not?" Katara's voice raise up. "She's our mother , Sokka! Why shouldn't I remember her?" Tears building up in her eyes.

"Because-,"

"Because what, Sokka? Tell me! Because of wh-,"

"Because it tortures you!" Sokka scream back, not holding the anger inside of him, "You kill yourself slowly with the memories of 'ma, Katara! How many times should I tell you, It wasn't your fault! It was never anyone's fault!" Sokka said, looking straight through Katara's teary eyes. Katara knew it wasn't her fault. It was Fire Nation's fault!

Katara look away, "It was Fire Folks that kill her," Her face was now as red as blood, "Shouldn't we catch the real killer?" Katara protest once more but only to be replied by a slap from Sokka. Katara fell on her knee, her fingers on her cheek. Sokka lean down a little closer, "No, Katara," he said, "We are not going to start another war. No, I'm not going see another soul to be taken form it's body. Not another family separates from each other, not a blood to spill," Sokka said.

Katara, who heard this, cried slowly.

A fresh tear roll down on Sokka's cheek, "So, I'm begging you," Sokka stuttered, "Let's make some peace,"

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