Kana, the mother to Sokka and Katara, ran painstakingly fast toward her home. As she got closer to the small familiar hut, Kana saw two figures walk out. One was the known person that was her daughter in her blue winter parka, and the other figure almost made her heart stop. It looked just like Ichiro, her husband whose death had fallen on their family long ago. The armor, the eyes, the quick grace of his steps, it all made tears blur her vision.
"Mother!" the man called out. "It's just Sokka…but he is so much like Ichiro..".
As Sokka and Katara stopped in front of their mother, Kana desperately hugged Sokka.
"What are you doing you fools? It is not safe to be out! The Fire Nation is advancing!" she scolded in a weak voice.
Katara saw her mother's grip tighten around Sokka with the weakness of fatigue. She was hurt, for Katara saw cuts and bruises among her mothers face. Even dents in the armor that she wore feebly. Kana pulled her child away from her and looked over her shoulder at the red blur of the enemy.
She then looked back at her children with meaningful eyes and yelled, "Get to safety! They're coming! Hide! Live!"
Katara took a small step back and glanced at her brother who only moved in front of his mother.
"No." he said, "I will stay and fight for the sake of our father." From behind Kana, Katara could see her trembling with sadness at Sokka's bravery.
The army was approaching fast, but nobody moved. Sokka stood his ground in a fighting stance, Kana stood next to her son, her sword low to the ground. Katara let the cold winds sink into her as she breathed deeply, bracing herself for the collision.
As the army got closer so that the battle cries could be heard clearly, Kana turned to Katara and said in a low voice, "Run..".
Katara's eyes welled up with hot tears as she dove behind a rock a few yards away from her family. Blue and red clashed together in a violent upswing. She watched carefully from the rock in total aghast. Sokka wove himself around the army of 60 or so men and swung his sword violently at the legs of his enemy. The snow was stained with blood as was her family.
Kana stood behind Sokka and neatly sliced the throats of the Fire Nation warriors. The weakened mother was stabbed in the arm from behind and screamed out in more pain. The blood dripped from her fingertips like water. Instantly turning around, she pierced the neck of her enemy, the other end of the sword clean through the neck. Sokka whipped around at the sound of his mothers pain as mother and son locked gazes.
The sound of breaking metal filled the battlefield. Sokka stared at his mother with glazed eyes, a slow drop of blood made a path down his face from his mouth. The snow beneath him was soon a puddle of blood as he paled considerably. In one movement, he dropped his fathers' bloodstained sword and fell backwards, nearest to Kana.
Kana cried aloud and tears fell from her pale face. Her knees gave out as she collapsed onto her stomach into the cold bloody snow. Katara watched in pain as her mother used her elbows to reach Sokka, who was lying on his back. His body was limp and pale, except for his deep gash from shoulder to shoulder. The chocolate brown eyes that were always eager, now peacefully closed, never to be opened again.