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Kendall POV

"Kendall, why aren't you catching anything?" My fourteen year old sister Katie moaned besides me. We sat on shore of the small lake in our village that was usually frozen, but today was not, and I had taken the opportunity to go fishing. I hadn't been fishing in so long….

I smiled a small smile before answering my sister. She was my best friend; even though she was six three younger than I. we did everything together, after…that day. "Maybe the fish don't feel like being taught today." I suggested, closing my eyes and blocking everything out. I enjoyed days like this, when I didn't have work to do at home and could sit at the pond as I used to. Since my father died, I've been the man of the house, though, so there is always work to be done.

I smiled again, this time a real smile, showing my dimples and everything, as an idea grew in my head. I was one known for always having ideas, an idea for everything, and a plan. I leaned forward towards the water, sneaking a glance back towards my sister, who was frowning at the bone needle and hood of the new parka that she was sewing. Actually, mom had pretty much done the whole thing for her, but Katie had to finish the hood. No buts about it.

We live down in the South Pole, where things are pretty cold. My sister had her hair back in a thick braid, because she says in conserves warmth. Whatever.

We wore heavy pants and long shirts, or sometimes dresses for the girls and women, under our large parkas, usually in blue or purple. Those were the colors of the South and North Poles, as well as our tribe, and water bending.

Katie wasn't the best at sewing, because she didn't care. She wasn't good at any of the work that women were supposed to do, but she didn't care. That was one of the reasons why my sister rocked. She's different and she doesn't care what anyone else thinks of her.

I know that when she is older, maybe in a year or so, she wants to leave our tribe and travel to one of the warmer nations, maybe to the Northern or Southern Air Temples or maybe the Earth Kingdom. None of us would ever set foot in the fire nation, not since the war began and especially not after what happened to our father.

I smiled as I thrust my flat hand out towards the water, making a circular motion, and then raising my hand, revealing a large bubble filled with water- and a fish. Here was our dinner for tonight.

I tried to concentrate on my water bending, but also tried to get my sister's attention at the same time. "Hey, Katie. Look, I caught a fish!" I said in a singsong voice, trying to cheer her up. Her milk chocolate eyes traveled up slowly, staring at the fish bubble in front of her.

A smile broke across her face, just as I had hoped. "Kendall, that is so cool."
I laughed as I flung the fish onto the land with us, letting the water fall back into the lake. I defiantly owed my water bending to the sprits- if not I would've been dead.

It is kind of an odd story. I was born, well, dead. And no one knew what to do. My mom tells me that I did take one breath, but none after that.

So she went into temple and prayed and prayed, even though nothing happened. My dad wrapped me up in a blanket and the placed my in the lake – this lake, actually, late one night, and as soon as my body touched the water, my brown hair turned blonde and my eyes opened. They were green.

Pretty weird, seeing as my mom and dad both have brown hair and brown eyes, like Katie. I kind of feel bad for her sometimes. Neither of our parents were benders and none of our ancestors either, so it wouldn't make sense that she would be a bender, but it still would've been cool for her.

Even the stories from when I was a baby are...well, way more involved than hers! The best thing that she's got is that she saved a baby seal cub from drowning when she was two by screaming, so that men from our tribe would come to help.

That wasn't even her story. It was, like, the seal cub's story. Sigh.

I patted my sister's knee. "Come on, let's head back and check on Mom. We should get dinner started for her or something."

"It is so much warmer in here than it is outside. God, I was afraid that my feet would freeze to death!" Katie complained, gesturing towards her moccasins. Kendall sighed and looked down at the book he was reading. It was pretty much the only real book that the Knight family still owned, after their home was invaded years before.

Katie looked over at the book I was reading and her gaze softened. "Again, Kendall?" She asked softly. She knew why I had read it so many times; it made me feel as if I were closer to my father. I shrugged, looking up at her. Before she could say anything else I got up out of my seat. "Man, is it just me, or is it really hot in here?" I asked, pulling on my parka and walking out of our home.

I had only taken a few footsteps when I heard Katie run up behind me. Of course; Katie would never let me leave alone after that. We walked aimlessly together in silence before Katie spoke. "At least you remember him. I was six when it happened; you were nine." She reminded me. I nodded, closing my eyes.

"Maybe it's worse that way. I can still remember him, and it haunts me every day. I could've done something. If I hadn't been playing with those stupid paints, maybe…"

Katie POV

I sighed. Kendall got like this all of the time, and I was beginning to run out of things to say. Of course I missed my father too; I loved him more than anything, but he and Kendall had always had this close bond with each other that I'm sure I will never really get.

Katie had been six years old, playing outside with all of the snow. There was so much this year, and it was defiantly softer than it had been last year. Katie was sure of it. Whenever she fell into a giant pile of it, she didn't get hurt as bad.

White snowflakes fell all around Katie, and the girl stuck her tongue out to catch them. She quickly closed her mouth when she noticed that the wet white dots were instead turning the color black. Snow wasn't supposed to be that color.

Katie noticed a large black metal ship, some outlines of red, with a giant flag that had a black picture of a flame. Black smoke blew up from giant tubes atop the boat that looked like the chimney that was on top of Katie's house, only the one she had didn't make black snow. Katie couldn't help but feel panicked when she saw women standing wide eyed at the ship and grabbing their children; men from the army running towards the dock with weapons.

"Daddy!" Katie exclaimed, noticing her father in the midst of all of the men. He had brown hair and brown eyes just like Katie. He pulled his daughter to the side and bent down in front of her. "Katie, honey, I need you to go get and get Kendall, make sure that he comes home right away, okay?" He spoke in a soft voice, stroking the black snowflakes out of Katie's hair as he spoke.

"Okay, Daddy. What's going on? I was playing and then the snow turned dark." She said, her wide brown eyes taking in everything that was going on around her. Her father sighed, and then hugged his daughter close. "I love you, Katie. Tell your mommy that I love her, too." He planted a kiss on her forehead before running back to their home.

"As you know, my men and I have heard from our sources that there is a last water bender in this village." The man stared at Kendall's father, who narrowed his eyes. "There aren't any left in our village. You took them all twenty years ago, remember?" He asked bitterly. Kevin Knight had only been twelve years of age when the last fire nation raid had occurred.

The solider rolled his eyes, slamming his fists on the dining table in the middle of the room. "I know that you have information. Tell me who the waterbender is." He growled.

"Dad, Katie said you wanted me to come home. There are some scary boats outside -" Kendall swung off his jacket while walking into the house. He froze when he saw the man dressed in heavy black and red armor, who gave him a creepy smile, staring at the tattoo with strange blue writing on his arm. "The sign of a water bender, isn't that?" He asked, taking a step closer to Kendall, who tentatively took a step back. "Dad?" He squeaked. What was the man talking about?

Kevin spoke calmly, removing his jacket and showing the tattoo on his shoulder. Kevin wasn't a waterbender like Kendall, but the man's son had been messing around with blue ink the other day, creating a tattoo on Kevin's arm that looked similar to his son's.

"We were just messing around with paints yesterday, weren't we, son?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of the flame shaped mask that the solder wore. Kendall nodded; his body trembling. Kevin smiled a small smile while the solder's eyebrows rose. "Just go back outside and find your mother and sister, okay, Kendall?" He said.

"But Dad- " Kendall started. He didn't want to leave his father alone with this scary man. The man smiled, staring at Kendall's father. "You heard your father, boy. Run along now."

That had been the last time that Kendall had seen his father.

There was Kendall's intro. Carlos is next, and he is fire, but I don't want him to be bad, but I don't want him to have to go through a whole transformation like Zuko either, so that is why his chapter is taking the longest to write. Home sick today, so I figured I would upload this.

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I heart Logan and Carlos: I'm sorry! I feel weird writing his- I don't want it to sound bad compared to all of the other guys :/

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The Writing Machine'97: LOL. Thank you for your review, because I don't feel like I add enough description… And I thought that Carlos should be fire, too! But again, thanks :)

Rhett9: So you got Kendall in this chapter! And since later in the story Katie will be involved with the guys as well, then I tried to involve her in this chapter as much as I did with Kendall…

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