The cold South Pole wind rushed through my hair, as I canoed with my older siblings-Sokka and Katara-across the ocean that was glazed with breaking ice. We were hoping to catch tonight's dinner, and if that didn't work out-well, then we had to wait until next season-whenever that would be. It was hard to find fish because of the freezing temperatures. They usually came around when the sun's rays were able to touch the rippling water.

I spread my arms and legs against the little corner of my canoe that I shared. Being the youngest of twelve years old in a family like mine helped me gain the advantage of not doing much. Yes; as a girl I did help around, but I yearned the adventure that hunting brought. Most of the time I was in charge of the younger children until my brother trained them to be "warriors". Sokka was officially the oldest male in our village ever since the raid, so that left even more pressure on his hands.

"It's not getting away from me this time," he said in a boastful voice. "Watch and learn, girls. This is how you catch a fish."

I smirked. The last time he went fishing was with Dad, and Dad caught the fish for him and pretended that it was Sokka who caught the fish. To prove that girls can be good just as good at hunting as boys, Katara dragged me along with him to prove him wrong. If only she knew hunting wasn't the same as fishing.

"How about you actually catch a fish this time, Fish Catching Master," I remarked, my voice dull and dry.

Sokka covered my mouth with his hand. "Don't say anything Kyra, or else you'll scare it away and it'll be your fault we won't have dinner."

"Mmhmm. I can already smell it cookin," he continued. I rolled my eyes as he stared dreamily at the fish. I made a fist; he annoyed me so much whenever he tried acting all confident. I wanted to get back at him for taunting me, but I didn't know what to do. By the looks of it, Katara seemed to find the perfect distraction.

She took off her gloves and moved her hand in the motion of a small circle. A little bubble started to form. From its wobbling, it took me a few seconds to notice that there was a fish floating inside. Hey, she caught dinner! Now we could all go home if Sokka cooperates! I thought. She also had the ability to control water, but I wasn't as eager to practice as she was. All I wanted to do with my abilities was mess around.

"I caught one!" she announced, not turning her eyes away from the target.

"Bet that would show Sokka," I muttered.

"Be quiet Katara!" Sokka scolded our sister.

"But look! Katara caught one!" I repeated, pointing at her floating water bubble. I pursed my lips to prevent any other retort from coming out of my mouth.

"Kyra!" Katara called out. "Bending practice!"

I slipped off the glove from my hand, letting the cold air numb it slightly. Concentrating on my hand motions, I carefully tried to feel the water's movements. In no time I joined Katara in trying to keep the bubble alive, but it didn't last long. My movements started getting out of control as Katara's went in a different direction.

It only took a few seconds for Sokka's spear to pop the bubble. The fish plopped itself back in the water; it was also safe to say that my brother was mad. He turned at us with furred eyebrows, glaring.

"Oops..." I said, guilty.

"Hey!" Katara protested.

"Ugh! Why is it every time you two play with magic water, I get soaked?" Sokka complained.

"It's not magic, it's Waterbending!" Katara explained (for the millionth time), "and it's-"

"Yeah, yeah!" he interrupted. "An ancient art unique to are culture, blah, blah, blah. Look, I'm I'm just saying that if I had weird powers, I'd keep my weirdness to myself."

"Sokka, we're not weird," I started, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We're special. You're one that's weird."

Katara and I just stared at him with our arms folded. I noticed at this moment that I looked strikingly similar to my sister, aside from our hair styles. While her's was long and braided, I wore my hair in two braids that were bonded by traditional Water tribe beads. They reminded me that I had a special connection to the water.

"Hey! I'm not weird," Sokka argued, folding his arms.

"Yeah, you're not." I lied (intentionally).

"Thank you," he replied, cluelessly.

"You're the one that makes muscles whenever you see your reflection," Katara smirked.

I rolled my eyes as Sokka stared at his reflection with a smug smile. His sleeves were rolled up, and he was pretending to make muscles with his bony arms; what a joke. That was my older brother we're talking about!

"That's weird," I reasoned. Katara and I gave him a knowing smile. Even though we had our differences, we joined forces in order to get back at our brother. It was Katara who took care of us; she was the responsible one. I'm the fun one.

However, our victory was short lived. When I felt a wave push our little boat, I looked ahead and a gasp escaped my throat. We were heading for a tight packed area of brash ice! How were we going to get passed that?!

With my heart pounding against my chest, I grabbed a paddle on instinct as Sokka grabbed the other. The two of us steered and tried to make sure we didn't get in any dead ends, avoiding different sized pieces of the broken ice. They all lead through a narrow gateway. Somehow, Katara thought we were going to make it through with her commands.

"Watch it!" she cried. "Go left! Go left!"

"We're trying!" I shouted.

The thing was, I was going left. Sokka on the other hand, was going right. The fact that we paddled on two opposite sides didn't really help us. We kept bumping into bigger and bigger pieces! Some even sent us flying in another direction! Those weren't helping either!

Our canoe got stuck in between a dead end formed between two chunks of ice. I felt myself sliding into a brash of ice head first. At least the snow let us have a soft landing, the bad part being we were pushed by another wave. Ice-cold water dripped onto my face, but I didn't have to worry. If you grew up in a village that was mainly built of ice, you got use to it.

Great. We were in the middle of no where, and then there was Sokka.

"Welcome to Far Away From Home Village," I stated, gloomily. "Population: us."

"Thank Sokka," Katara said, bitterly. "You call that left?"

"You two don't like my steering?" Sokka started.

"You don't know how to steer!" I interrupted.

"Well then, maybe you two should've Waterbended us out of the ice," Sokka continued, mocking gestures with his hand.

"So it's our fault?" Katara asked, irritated.

"Ugh, I knew I should've left you two home. Leave it to girls to screw this up," he complained.

I would've interrupted, but getting involved in an argument with them would mean bad news for me. That was why I always tried to be neutral. My sister always got frustrated over Sokka's views of feminism and masculinity. So this time, I just enjoyed the show.

Katara flailed her arms wildly, her furred eyebrows forming wrinkles above them. When she was mad, there was no end.

"It was nice knowing you Sokka," I mumbled for him to hear.

"You are the most sexist, immature, nut brained..." she started to ramble, her voice firm and loud. As she let go of her temper the iceberg started to heave slowly. I didn't think it was such a big deal. Just a little crack, that's all. "Ugh! I'm embarrassed to be related to you! And I bet Kyra is too! Ever since Mom died I've been doing all the work around camp while you've been off playing soldier!"

It was the second crack that grabbed our attention. If it was going to break, we were going to fly off this iceberg!

"Uh... Katara?" Sokka asked, his voice shaking.

"You took Kyra's childhood away from her!" she continued. "She was the only one who had the chance to run around outside, but instead she was stuck in our igloo helping me! She's the only one who has enough consideration to help me out!"

Another crack created a little dent on the glacier. I winced at the sound; I hoped she wouldn't go too far. "Um-I'm glad that you think more highly of me than Sokka..." I stuttered, "but I'd advise for you to..."

"Katara, settle down!" Sokka interrupted for me.

"We even had to wash your clothes! Have you smelled your dirty socks? Well let me tell you... Not pleasant!"

"She's not wrong, Sokka," I backed her up, pinching my nose with my fingers, "they stink."

"Katara!" Sokka repeated.

"No, that's it! I'm done helping you! Come on, Kyra," Katara paused to grab my hand, "from now on, you're on your own!"

A loud rip made me jolt. The iceberg that determined whether we'd live or die split open entirely. The pieces disintegrated into giant pieces of ice. Sokka wrapped his arm protectively around me as our glacier was pushed by a wave. The icy wind sent chills down my spine, but before I knew it we settled down again.

"Woah..." was the only sound that came from my mouth.

"You've gone from weird to freakish, Katara!" Sokka spat.

"You mean, I did that?" Katara gasped in shock.

"Yup, congratulations," he answered dryly.

That was when something extremely strange happened. A blue, luminous glow peaked from beneath the ocean. I had to get a closer look, but Sokka pulled me back by my hood. My eyes widened as this huge, glowing sphere of ice broke free from the water. I held onto our ice raft as we were forced backward to give room for the strange iceberg to settle.

I widened my eyes to get fully see what was inside. It took me a few seconds to look through the glossy sphere of ice and spot a bald figure in a meditation phase; a boy! I stepped back and gasped when his eyes started to glow white. His strange arrow marking glowed glowed too.

"He's alive! We have to help!" Katara exclaimed. Before I could say iceberg, she grabbed Sokka's boomerang that he hid behind his hood. She skipped across the pieces of brash ice without hesitation.

"Of course, since he's glowing," I said, dryly.

"Katara, get back here!" Sokka protested. "We don't know what that thing is!"

I followed behind him, skipping on the row of ice as he tried to stop our sister from doing anything stupid. He was too late, since she got his club and started hitting the big ice sphere...

One.

Two.

Three, not even a big dent.

Four.

"Can we go home now?" I asked.

Five. That was when the sphere slowly teared itself apart, sending an incredible beam of light. It stretched all the way to the sky, and it got too bright that I had to shield myself from it. Sokka and Katara covered themselves like I did, and we all looked up just as the smoke died out.

The boy's body was still aglow; his eyes were glowing a rather eerie white.

"Stop!" Sokka commanded, raising his spear.

As the boy's color faded, he closed his eyes and gently slipped from the newly formed glacier. Katara rushed over to catch him, an he landed in her arms. The boy revealed to wear very strange clothes: a bright orange top and yellow pants. They were very light for someone around the Water Tribe.

Sokka started poking him with the tip of his spear, as if that would've done anything. Katara furred his eyebrows at our brother. "Stop it!" She pushed his weapon away, turning the body over. I sighed in relief to know that he was alive when I heard a small groan.

"I need to ask you something," the boy said, weakly.

"What?" Katara asked.

"Please, come closer," he persisted.

"What is it?"

The next response was kind of a shock: "Will you go penguin sledding with me?" His eyes lit up and he said all this way to fast.

"Uh... sure," even Katara was lost for words. There was something off about him; one fact being how eager he was after he just fell from a ten story ice glacier, "fainting".

"So you just got freed from being frozen in an iceberg, and all you can think about now is penguin sledding?" I questioned.

"Yep!" he exclaimed.

"Can I come?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Sure..." the boy answered, lifting himself in the air. Without. Moving. A. Muscle! He started rubbing the back of his head cluelessly, looking around at our little kingdom of ice. Sokka was just as surprised too, but he didn't take it lightly. He backed away from the boy and aimed his spear at him.

"Really?"

"Aaaah!"

"What's going on here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. It was as if he didn't notice that Sokka and I were staring at him in complete disbelief! That was mostly because we never had any phenomenon like this happen around our quiet, little village.

"You tell us! How'd you get in the ice?" Sokka stepped forward, poking the boy with his spear again. "And why aren't you frozen?"

The boy calmly pushed Sokka's weapon away. "I'm not sure."

We stopped in our tracks as we heard a low, (but loud) grunt come from the other side of the glacier. The boy lifts himself into the air-again, to our surprise-and follows the sound of the strange voice. My siblings and I looked at each other, raising our eyebrows in question. What could've possibly made a sound like that? Other than my Sokka's stomach.

"Appa, you're alright!" I heard the boy laugh, rather enthusiastically. When we followed him, my mouth instantly dried and dropped open. It was a huge animal with horns and he had the same type of tattoo that started from its back. I never saw a creature with six legs and two horns sticking out from its arrowed head.

"What is that thing?" Sokka mused.

"And what's an Appa?" I followed.

"Not what, but who," the boy fixed. "This is Appa, my flying bison."

"Flying bisons aren't usually found near the South Pole," I voiced my thoughts.

"Right," Sokka doubted. "And this is Katara, my flying sister-and her flying sidekick sister, Kyra."

"How about I make you my sidekick, sidekick?" I retorted.

The boy opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by a loud grunt. Suddenly, a huge blob of goo shot out from its nose! The boy ducked just in time, but it landed on my brother! Green snot covered his clothes and his head! I smugly placed my hands on my hipster and a huge smirk like sneer formed on my face. Katara couldn't help but smile too!

"Aaaaahhhh!" Sokka shrieked. He first tried to shoo it away with his hands, but eventually he knelt down on the floor and rubbed his head against the snow! I couldn't help but point at him and laugh!

"Don't worry, it'll wash out," the boy reassured.

"Ugh!" Sokka continued to complain.

"So, do you guys live around here?" the boy asked.

"Don't answer that!" My brother stood up, still covered in snot. "Did you see that crazy bolt of light? He was probably trying to signal the Fire Navy."

"You're just mad because you got snot all over," I teased. However, part of me did reason for him. We were so far away from the rest of the world, that any foreign traveler could've been an enemy. It just seemed a little befuddling that a kid would be a spy.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure he's a spy for the Fire Navy," Katara said, mockingly. "You can tell by the evil look in his eye."

That was when the boy raised his eyebrows and tried to smile innocently. Okay, he got me there. No Fire Nation spy was lurking around in our wilderness of ice.

"The paranoid one is our brother, Sokka," Katara introduced. "You never told us your name."

"I'm A-ahh-ahhh-ahhhhh-AAAAACHHOOO!" The boy-who was about to tell us his name-skyrocketed so far, that I had to lift my head and stand on my tippy toes to spot him. It was only until he reached a point as a tiny speck in the air, that he came back down and slid across the ice. "I'm Aang!"

"That was..." I couldn't find the right words, "weird."

"You just sneezed!" Sokka exclaimed. "And flew ten feet into the air!"

"Really?" Aang scratched his head, "it seemed higher than that."

I couldn't peal my eyes off him. My jaw dropped... there was no possible way he was able to fly so high into the air... unless he was...

No. He couldn't be-they were extinct. The bison, and those weird tricks made perfect sense.

"You're an Airbender!" Katara gasped.

"Sure am!" Aang said.

"I was a little unsure at first, but you are wearing the typical Airbender wear," I acknowledged.

This caused him to look down and check himself out, "yep, you're right."

"Giant light beams... flying bison... Airbenders..." Sokka sighed, "I think I have Midnight Sun Madness. I'm going home to where stuff makes sense."

"How will you get home without us?" I questioned.

Sokka stood in a defensive manor, raising his fist in protest. "I can get home by myself! I'm not twelve!"

"Oh yeah?" I smirked. "Do you go Northwest or Northeast?"

He took a moment to realize that the only thing that separated us from home was a huge ocean and huge blocks of ice. I didn't know the way either, but I just wanted to prove him wrong once. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to taunt him.

"Well if you guys are stuck, Appa and I can give you a lift," Aang suggested, propelling himself onto the bison.

Now that sounded like a good idea; mostly because it made sense. How else were we going to get home?

"We'd love a ride! Thanks!" Katara eagerly ran to the bison, and Aang pulled her up. As I approached the two, Katara helped me onto the saddle. I liked the hard surface of it, because it made me feel safe and secured.

"Alright!" I exclaimed.

"Make yourself comfortable," Katara warned. "This will be a long trip."

"Oh no," Sokka said. "I am not getting on that fluffy snot monster."

"Are you hoping some other kind of monster will come along and give you a ride home?" Katara questioned. "You know... before you freeze to death?"

"I don't think there are any polar bear dogs around here," I added suggestively.

Sokka pointed his finger in the air and opened his mouth, but the only thing that came out of it was a loud grunt. He slouched his shoulders in defeat, unwillingly joining us.

I sat in between Katara and Sokka. While my sister waited for the action with an eager smile, a frown was spread on my brother's face, his arms folded across his chest. I carefully rubbed my index finger against my chin; I was in an inner debate on whether or not Appa was a flying bison. I just hoped for the best and assumed we'd get home before our Grandmother would kill us.

"Okay. First time flyers hold on tight!" Aang instructed, enthusiastically. "Appa, yip yip!"

He pulled onto the bison's reigns, causing a little grunt to escape his mouth. It really looked like Appa was going to take off into the air as he lifted his tail-but he landed flat on the ocean with a splash.

"Come on Appa! Yip-yip!" Aang repeated, frustratedly swinging his reigns.

"Wow. That was truly amazing," Sokka said, sarcastically.

"Appa's just tired. A little rest and he'll be soaring through the sky," Aang made a gesture with his hand, "you'll see!"

A smile stitched onto his face as he stared in the direction of Katara. He smiled at her bright eyed, and I couldn't help but stifle a laugh as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" Katara asked.

"Oh," Aang blinked. "I was smiling?"

My brother sighed, "uuuuuuuuuugghhhh."

It was pretty obvious right then and there that Aang had a crush on my sister. I thought it was kind of cute, but Sokka always had to ruin the mood. All I wanted to focus on now, was finding our way back home.

The sun was setting, and the blue sky has gotten a bit darker. Dim rays of light still peaked out in the horizon, and the wind's breeze was cooler. We were all tired, and didn't talk to each other much. Sokka and I occasionally argued, since that was kind of our thing.

"I'm telling you, you do not need another watch tower!" I told him.

"Why not? Don't you think we need to keep ourselves protected?" he argued. "Besides, that huge bolt of light could have signaled intruders!"

"Another watch tower won't make you a warrior," I said. "You're just being paranoid!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Am not!"

"Yeah-Hey!"

I folded my arms and looked at him smugly. It was nice-feeling that sense of power, because it made me feel as if I wasn't just a twelve year old. But Sokka's glum face always got to me...

"Alright," I sighed. "Do you want some help with it?."

"That's a man's job," Sokka said.

"Building a tower?" I countered. "Out of snow?"

"It's not cooking or cleaning," he stated.

"You're just jealous mine will be better than yours," I challenged.

"Am not!"

"Wanna bet?"

He sighed again, slouching his shoulders in defeat. Someday he was going to need my help; he just didn't want to admit it.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Katara approach Aang. She leaned against the front of the saddle, where the wind was more likely to blow in your face.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," Aang answered. "Do they always argue like that?"

Katara looked over at us, probably noticing that Sokka and I were leaning against each other. When I looked at the darkish sky, my eyes were starting to close.

"Sometimes," she replied. "But at the end of the day, they still love each other."

"They must have it tough," Aang agreed. "So, what'cha thinking about?"

"I guess I was wondering-you being an Airbender and all-if you have any idea what happened to the Avatar?" Katara asked.

My optimistic sister, thinking that the Avatar could return and save the world ever since this stupid war. If the Avatar, - master of all four elements-didn't return in the last hundred years, what made her think that Aang could be him? There was no way! The Avatar must've died when the Airbenders were attacked. I gave up hope a long time ago, despite the small bit still lingering.

Aang looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Uuhhh... no. Didn't know him. I mean, I knew some people... but I didn't, sorry." His stuttering seemed suspicious, as if he was hiding something. Eh, we all knew the Avatar was dead anyway.

"Okay. Just curious," Katara replied. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight!" Aang answered.

I stood up a bit to face Katara. "Goodnight Katara."

"Goodnight Kyra," she replied.

I laid my head next to Sokka's, gazing at the sky. My eyes still peaked open, not closing until the first star illuminated the eerie, black night

A/N:

Hey! I'm a fanfiction author from a website called Quotev. I published this fanfic on here to see if others would like to read it. I'm using this as practice to develop my writing. If you don't like these type of Fanfics, you don't have to read it. Please enjoy and leave a comment!