Author's Notes: I've been looking for this section forever, and I finally found it! I can't believe I missed it this whole time!

So, this is my version of The Avatar. It starts out basically at the first episode, except I write it my way. I won't be following the storyline completely, or...at all really, lol, So, enjoy! I'd really appreciate some feedback as well please, thanks!

Sokka fumbled aimlessly with the leather strands that held his flimsy tent together. He knotted them over and over, only to have them unravel completely, and have the entire sheet of canvas collapse on his head. Each time it happened, he gave an annoyed sigh, and scrambled out from underneath the tarp to try again.

Katara watched him with mild interest. Why he refused to sleep in the huts the tribe elders had put up was behind her. Actually, no, it wasn't. It was that thick-headed personality of his that always got him into things like this. Whether it was compiling an army of children, trying to catch enough fish for the whole tribe, or now learn how to survive on his own, he always had some half-baked idea. Sometimes, he really wondered how he ever got the mark of wisdom.

He had been slightly upset when his younger sister got the mark of bravery and not him, albeit his opinion quickly changed when he realized it was the same marking his father had gotten. He was proud of it now, and although sometimes he really proved himself to be up to it, he often showed the common sense of a young child; like now.

Katara rolled her eyes when he became entangled in his tent, and she approached the rolling mass to help him out. "Sokka, stop twisting it around so much," she stated when she reached him. The canvas was immediately still. She could just see his face: she had caught him by surprise, and he didn't want her help. His muffled reply, made her cover her mouth to hold in a laugh.

"I don't need your help Katara." He was barely audible through the thick material, so she used this against him.

"What's that Sokka? Let me untangle you so that I can understand you." She spoke loudly, as if she thought he couldn't here her. His stifled protests continued until she finally had him out in the open.

"Katara," he said now that she could hear him better. "I said I didn't need your help!" He held his hands out in front of him, palms up once he was on his feet. She rolled her eyes and turned away.

"Fine, next time you can stay in your tent. At least you'll be nice and warm, no air can get in there." Her back was to him, and she continued walking, making her way back to the center of the tribe's land. The snow crunched beneath her covered feet, and she smiled at the children that rushed past her towards Sokka. She turned her head slightly to watch them for a moment, but continued walking.

Since her brother was the oldest man in the tribe now, the small children looked up to him. He took this position very seriously, sometimes too seriously. Although she had to admit, he had every right to. She knew how he had looked up to their father. It pained her now, to think of him. She cleared her mind of the night that they all left, and looked straight ahead again, making her way back to her hut.

Her hand absent-mindedly reached towards her neck and she rubbed the necklace that hung there. It was all she had left of her mother. She was still bitter towards the Fire Nation for that incident. Her people had suffered greatly during that attack. She looked upwards towards the heavens and smiled.

"Mother," she said softly. "Someday, I just know the Fire Nation is going to get what's coming to them." She felt better when she talked to her up there. She had made herself believe that her mother could really hear her. In her mind, her mother was smiling down at her now, a note of pride in her familiar, friendly smile. "Watch over Father, so that he may return safely," she added. She just hoped he wasn't up there already. Heaven forbid that he was, but if that ever happened to be the case, she hoped they would find each other again. Her parents loved each other greatly. After Katara's mother's death, her father had grown angry, but not towards his children. He had finally summoned together the tribe's warriors, and before they knew it, they were sailing to war. That was the last her people saw of them, but they all prayed that they'd see them again soon.

She pushed the flap of canvas that served as a door to the side and stepped into the hut, where it was considerably warmer. She neatly folded the furs she slept on into a pile and placed them in the corner. She went to the place she always put her bag, and picked it up, slinging it over her shoulder. She then headed back outside to Sokka's hut, where she grabbed his pack as well. She then proceeded to find her brother again, so that they could do what she planned.

He was surrounded by the younger children, and his expression showed he was exasperated by the actions of the kids. She vaguely heard him shout something about warriors not needing potty breaks, and she laughed to herself. She approached him, and held out his leather pack to him. "Sokka," she said while tossing it to him. "Come on, we're gonna go exploring again."

He caught it, and slung it over his shoulder as his sister had, andstepped around the children carefully. He seemed eager to get away from them for now, and followed Katara to one of their canoes. "Why the need to go now," he questioned.

She shrugged her shoulders as they walked. "I dunno, I just want to." He mimicked her movement and shrugged his own shoulders at her response. He had learned that sometimes you just couldn't question Katara. Her answer probably wouldn't have made sense anyway.

"Well okay." He didn't complain about having to go along though. In fact, he seemed to rather enjoy going out on the icy waters with her. Katara thought it had something to do with the fact that he often got to display some of his "manly strengths."

She helped him heave the large canoe into the water, grabbed two oars, and soon enough, they were out on the water. It was rather refreshing really to be out on the open waters. They continued down the path they usually went down, which offered smooth sailing. The waves weren't too violent, just got a tad bumpy, but that was something every adventure needed.

"Let's go that way." Katara pointed with her gloved hand at the path they never took. They didn't know what was down there, but Katara wanted to check it out.

"What? No way." Sokka answered her in his typical fashion. Very expressive, and he talked to her as if she was crazy. "We don't know what's down there."

"But we know what's down there," she said while gesturing to their usual way of travel. "And I want to find out what's this way." She didn't explain further, just stared excitedly at the way she wished to take. Something just told her to go that way...

"If we get killed..." came his grumbling reply. He however, steered their canoe so that they headed in the direction that Katara had pointed in. They usually went to the left of the gigantic glacier, and now they went to the right. Something seemed strange about it though, but he ignored his feelings for now.

Katara's eyes were lit up with excitement, and she paddled faster than Sokka did. He glanced back at her, rolled his eyes, and continued going at his own speed without commenting. He did however, say something when her paddling began to affect the direction the canoe was going.

"Katara, you're turning the canoe," he said mildly irritated.

"Am not, you just can't steer straight."

"What? I can't steer straight?" He then made the mistake of withdrawing his paddle to turn around and raise a finger at Katara as if lecturing her. "I'll have you know, this canoe would be going straight as an arrow, if it weren't for you back there, trying to be Mrs. Adventure."

"Sokka-"

"Let me finish," he said while closing his eyes and holding his head upwards arrogantly.

"But Sokka! Turn around and steer!" She shouted loudly, frantically trying to get it going straight again. Sokka had finally opened his eyes, only for them to grow twice their normal size as he did the same as Katara. Their attempts were too late however, and their canoe was traveling down the narrow ravine sideways. They were stuck between two massive icebergs, and the waters were growing increasingly rough. Both of the paddles suddenly snapped off, and the two were forced to let go of the sticks and hold onto the side of the canoe tightly.

"Oh yeah, nice choice Katara," Sokka shouted over the loud waters. They were getting pretty wet as well.

Katara was squinting to avoid getting water in her eyes, but shouted back at her brother clearly. "Shut up Sokka, now is not the time!"

His next statement was drowned out however, and the two of them spotted a large piece of ice jutting out in the middle of the icy canyon Just slightly ahead of that, there was open water, and several large pieces of ice floated around.

"Oh man," came Sokka's voice. He gripped the side of the canoe even harder now and checked to make sure Katara did the same. Her eyes were wide, and suddenly closed, squeezed shut while she held onto the side tightly.

There was a loud 'crack' as soon as the wooden canoe made impact with the frozen water. It began to crack in half, but Katara and Sokka didn't see this. They were suddenly thrown from the canoe and hurled through the air before landing on a medium sized chunk of floating ice. They made their landing with a 'thud'. Katara and Sokka both looked up to see their canoe in splinters, and Sokka glared at his sister.

"Great, this is wonderful."

"Are you blaming this on me?" She was lying flat on her stomach, as was Sokka, afraid to upset the balance of the ice and tip over.

"Maybe I am. You didn't see me trying to satisfy my needs for adventure and go down a path we've never gone down before."

"You stopped paddling! We could have kept going straight, but no!"

"It was going crooked anyway!"

Katara let out an irritated sound, which was a mix of a scream and a sigh. "I don't want to fight with you about this. It's not going to help us."

Sokka made to answer her with another sarcastic remark, but kept his mouth shut when he too realized it wouldn't get them anywhere. It would help to know though, who really was at fault...

About an hour passed, and they both stared at the open water with bleak looks on their faces.

"We haven't moved," Sokka suddenly ground out slowly, breaking the long silence. "Not an inch."

Katara sighed. It looked like their hopes of drifting towards another more solid piece of ice weren't going to happen. Nor were they going to float back to the shore of their tribe.

"You know, I'm really glad we landed on this magical island of ice," he said again. "Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to slowly die of boredom and hunger." He rested his chin on his palm now, and occupied himself by flicking miniature snowballs into the water.

"You're terrible," Katara answered. Her gaze returned to the water, her eyes watching the ripples Sokka's snowballs made in the water. "Hey..." She stood up silently, causing the ice to shake slightly. Sokka shot her an evil look for messing up his balance, even for just a moment, but stood up as well. It was surprisingly more steady than they thought.

"Oh, so I've let my muscles cramp up for nothing."

Katara ignored him and focused on the water in front of her. It was her turn to save the day. She held her hands out in front of her, and began making those familiar circular motions. Sokka watched her, not commenting on her "freaky abilities" just yet, but one could tell he didn't look too thrilled. She was still, except for her hands, and she finally opened them to see small waves forming beside their piece of ice. However, it wasn't enough to get them moving, so she concentrated on making the slight waves even bigger. Each time, they did nothing, and she slowly increased their size and power. It seemed the change was gradual, too gradual, and she soon found out why.

Thinking it was safe to do so, she threw a surge of power in there...but nothing happened. The waves stopped completely and Sokka sighed.

"Nice, that was helpful, thanks."

She stared almost sadly at the place where her waves had been, the water being completely still. What had caused that? She hadn't stopped. If anything, the waves should be huge now, not gone without a trace. She sighed and stared at her hands. Was it possible to lose one's waterbending abilities? No, that couldn't be. Right? Katara really hoped so. But what else could explain the sudden lack of power? Should she try again?

She didn't get a chance to, and her eyes widened when she saw the glowing light coming from the depths of the ocean. Both her and Sokka instinctively took a few steps back, and watched closely as it grew larger in it's radius, and brighter as well. The water grew wavy once again, and Sokka's eyes shot to Katara. She shook her head to show it wasn't her. The water suddenly parted, and a large iceberg shot out from the middle of nowhere. The massive wave that followed caused Katara and Sokka's little island to lurch backwards quite a ways. They both fell to their stomachs again, and Sokka grabbed his sister's arm sleeve, in fear of her sliding off with the momentum. It was a lucky thing he did too, for she would have slid right into the water if he hadn't been holding onto her tightly. His other hand was curled around the edge of the ice, holding them both onto it. She grabbed his arm when she got the chance, and dragged herself forward so that she cold hold onto the edge of the ice as well.

Everything was still now. It was as if nothing had happened. The waters were settling, and the massive iceberg was not far away. There were now several other pieces of floating ice nearby. Katara and Sokka's eyes traveled upwards, and she was the first one to spot the boy inside of it. Her eyes widened, and she jumped up, leaping across the ice until she stood at the bank of the iceberg. It was more like an island really... It was flat enough to stand on, until it jutted upwards several feet in. Sokka was close behind.

"We have to help him," she shouted. She grabbed his knife, and climbed to where he sat, his eyes closed. His legs were folded, and his expression looked peaceful. As hard as she could, she jabbed at the hard ice, but to her dismay, barely made a dent. She repeated this action, until the boy's eyes snapped open suddenly without any warning at all. She let go in shock, and slid down the gradual slope and sat on her knees and hands whole looking upwards again. Sokka watched with equal awe and fascination.

The ice began to crack, and it glowed with the same light that it had before. Ice burst everywhere, and Katara covered her head quickly. Sokka dropped to his knees and did the same. When everything was still once more, they peeked out from under their arms and saw a boy sitting their, his eyes glowing an eerie white color, just like the water had done. Katara furrowed her brow, but stood up and rushed up to him.

"Katara," Sokka shouted out in warning. The sudden noise seemed to 'wake' the boy however, for he jerked slightly and his eyes lost their eerie glow. He now looked dazed and confused, and stood up, scratching at the back of his head. Katara watched him until she reached out a hand slowly. Now he noticed her, and he looked her over before a goofy grin bestowed his face.

"I'm Aang," he said, catching the two siblings completely off guard. Sokka's jaw dropped, and Katara blinked. The boy looked around him, wondering if he'd done something wrong.

"I'm...Katara," she finally said. She offered a smile, and then added curiously. "How long have you been trapped in there?"

"I dunno, a few days maybe?" He stared at Katara for a moment longer, but looked away quickly. She was pretty... "But I wasn't really trapped, it saved me and Appa. I don't really know how I did it though." A look came upon his face as if he'd suddenly remembered something. "Appa!"

He jumped up in the air, doing a back flip over the top of the iceberg. Katara watched in amazement, and took a moment before scrambled after him. Appa? He was a strange boy so far. He'd made an iceberg? Of this size? He must have been a waterbender then. But from where, the north pole? She'd never seen him before...or his style of clothing. But the arrow on his head and hands...they weren't symbols of the water tribe...

She finally caught sight of him again, and saw him petting a rather large...large what? What was that thing? She guessed the look of confusion, and perhaps fright was obvious, for Aang suddenly spoke again.

"This is Appa," he said knowingly. The massive, white, furred beast also had a similar marking on his one, that of a blue arrow. When the boy suddenly jumped again and maneuvered his body so that he landed on top of Appa, Katara got it.

"Of course! You're an airbender," she said excitedly.

Aang grinned and patted Appa on the head. "Yup!"

Sokka had caught up with them now, and pointed accusingly at Appa. "What...is that?"

He was ignored however, when Katara made an odd face. "But...I thought the airbenders were all gone."

Aang looked up then curiously. "Gone? All of them? Nah."

"No one has seen or heard from an airbender in over 100 years."

"Well that doesn't make sense," Aang replied. "I was just with them all, in the Southern Air Temple."

Katara furrowed her brow yet again. That didn't sound right. Something was going on here. Either he was lying, which for some reason she highly doubted, the airbenders had gone into a state total seclusion, or this boy had been in that ice longer than he'd though. She figured now wasn't the time though, and smiled when the large Appa gave a rumbling grunt.

"He's hungry," Aang notified them.

Katara found herself giggling slightly. "Can I pet him?" She didn't know why, but she really wanted to pet this...Appa.

"Sure!" Aang seemed excited that she wanted to do so. That same goofy grin was plastered on his face again.

Katara approached him, and slid one glove off of her hand, while Sokka kept his distance from Appa. His fur was very thick, and she patted him lightly. His whole body vibrated when he gave a low satisfied grumble.

"He likes you," Aang told her. He watched her closely for a moment before turning his attention back to the massive furry animal that demanded it.

She laughed and petted him some more, not quite so hesitant this time. So far she liked this Appa fellow.

Author's Notes: Kind of a weird ending I know, but...that's okay, hm? The chapter is sort of similar to the first episode, too similar, but I can't go back and redo everything now. That's just how it turned out. Next chapters will hopefully be different!

Like I said, feedback is greatly appreciated! Thanks in advance guys!

-KENshinJI