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A loud horn sounded through the tiny village in the early hours of morning. People stirred from their huts as the horn sounded repeatedly. Elders awoke with a fright and rose to awaken their youngers at the terrifying sound. A woman was automatically up at the first sounding and swiftly put on basic armor made only in the Southern Water Tribe. Crouching low, she shook her two children gently. "Sokka..Katara..get up. The time has come." A pair of brown eyes shot up with a jolt and sat up straight. The teenage boy nodded at his mother and shook his sister once again. Slowly, a pair of cobalt blue eyes opened to the first of the sun's rays. "Katara, it's time. Get up." Sokka said sternly as Katara rubbed her eyes groggily.
After a few seconds of morning subconscious, realization kicked in. Katara stared at her mother with a worried expression and almost pleaded, "Mother?". The woman's blue gaze darted between her children and she bidded, "Stand up my children." Both of the teenagers stood up slowly but in full attention. Their mother stood in front of Sokka and cupped his cheeks with his soft hands. "You're the warrior of the village. Please take care of Katara." She then kissed both his cheeks as he stood, trembling slightly. He solemnly nodded to her as she moved to Katara. For a few moments, the mother and the daughter looked into each others eyes. Finally, the armor clad soldier lifted her arms and undid her betrothed necklace. She looked hard at the black ribbon and rose it to tie it about her daughter's neck. While tying the ribbon, she whispered in Katara's ear, "My beautiful Katara, I want you to get married and give yourself a family, a life. This necklace is now yours, make me more proud then I have ever been of you."
After finishing this statement, she embraced her daughter and trembled. Sokka slowly walked over and embraced his female relatives in a warm hug. The mother trembled as hot tears dripped onto Katara. "Mother…" she pleaded again. Just then, the village commander ran through the village shouting, "The Fire Nation has landed! The Fire Nation has…" and soon his words died out as he ran past the tiny hut. Hesitantly, the soldier let go and ran to the doorway. And with one last look at her teenage children, she ran out of the door.
Many large steel ships slowed at the slushy shores of the tiny village. From beyond the docks, no more then fifty soldiers were lined along the unofficial entrance to the village. The large ships came to a full stop as another shrill wind blew across the tundra. On both sides of the ship, long runways were dropped at a slope from the deck. Neat lines of soldiers marched down the runways and lined up facing the water tribe warriors.
In a few long minutes, more then two-hundred red soldiers stood facing the village, in full attention. "State your business, Fire Nation." The water tribe fleet commander shouted across the small distance. A single man took a step out of the red line, his commander badges shining evidently. "The Fire Lord requests your submission to his reign." Scowling, the water tribe leader called out, "We will not submit to such immoral ways. Please leave and take your business elsewhere."
The Fire Nation commander laughed coldly and looked over his shoulder. All the soldiers laughed harshly, their movements made them look like a moving mass of red. "It looks like we'll have to try another place, men." The commander yelled sarcastically. Abruptly, he stopped laughing and was shortly followed by the mass of soldiers. "Prepare to attack men." Once again, the soldiers stood at full attention. "Soldiers…we must fight. We have trained for this day since the war was declared. Fight for your village, fight for your village, fight for your honor, fight for your families." The water tribe commander stated sternly. In the frontier, a mother silently weeps.
Beyond the battlegrounds into the fearful city, the sound of violence filled the innocent ears of the young. In the tiny hut of Katara and Sokka, an eerie silence fell. Above the noise of clashing metal and screams of agony, Katara looked at her brother. She asked in a hushed voice, "Do you think mother will be okay?". Sokka peered through a hole in a wall that served as a window. Hesitantly Sokka replied, "Honestly, I don't know. This is the Fire Nation.". Katara knew the only reason Sokka was serious for once was because he wanted to fight. His age of sixteen made him experience with skills as a warrior. In their small village, women weren't taught as much as the men. Katara was only fourteen years of age but already had the same amount of practice as Sokka himself.
"I'm going out there." Sokka said after gazing out of the window. "Sokka no! You'll be killed!" Katara blurted out. Sokka had placed thin armor on himself and grabbed his fathers' prized samurai sword. "Sokka! You ca-" Sokka calmly hugged his ranting sister. "Please Katara, try to understand. I need to help our people fight against the Fire Nation. Our father isn't here-"he looked down "so I need to be there to take his place." With this, he looked directly into Katara's blue eyes with his chocolate brown eyes. Katara took one last look at her brother, his tan skin, his brown eyes and hair, his tall skinny build. She blinked back swelling tears as he released her stood stiffly. He stared behind her in deep thought. "Sokka? What-" once again Katara was cut off as he raised his hand in a halt gesture. A few seconds passed before Katara realized something. It was quiet, the noises from the battle had stopped.
Tis the end of Chapter 1! Sorry if i dont talk a lot or something. Its my first fanfic and if u guys have anything to suggest just tell me an' ill see to it.
Serenity