I've been told by my mother that many moons ago, the Fire Nation attacked. The great Northern Water tribe had been under siege from catapults and blockade for two days and nights, before they launched their invasion on the third. The Firebenders had the upper hand for much of the day until nightfall, and that is when our tribesmen struck back.
With the aid of the ocean and moon spirits, our warriors along with my father fiercely fought back against the tyrannical Fire Nation. And then, my mother told me that just as the tide was turning in our favor, everything turned red, and the water lost all of its magical properties. Even though the Avatar himself had been in the city, there seemed to be no hope at all for our civilization's survival. Just then, everyone's Waterbending had returned to help us in our time of need, and the warriors were given a renewed sense of fervor. Of course, it was a devious trick perpetrated by the Fire Nation and their evil spirits…because my father died honorably protecting his brothers when the moon disappeared from the sky.
The spirits themselves wept over his brave sacrifice, as my mother recalls that the Ocean itself cried out in anguish. The great spirit of the ocean fell down upon those that defiled his people, who took away the gift of life that he and the moon had bestowed upon us, and then attacked those who had selfishly taken my father's life. That is why my name is Tui, in honor of the Great Spirit who felt sadness over my father's forfeit. Today marks the anniversary of that fabled battle , as well as the sixteenth season since my birth. Today, the elders have requested an audience with me.
I wonder why…
Just a quaint little story for the winter season...Happy Turkey Day!