-500 years ago-
Off the cost of the South Pole, a large Island, about half the size of the South Pole, is under siege by Water Tribe benders and warriors. The siege stretches for weeks, and finally, the South Pole has breached into the center of the Island, where a large city surrounds an even larger Ice Palace. The streets are filled with battles of benders against benders, warrior against warrior, Tribesmen against Tribesmen. After the moon rises, and the fighting intensifies, it finally appears the invading Water Tribesmen will win. Inside the mysterious palace, a confrontation is already accruing between the Queen Miloki, and a water bending master named Kunduro.
"Miloki, you have fallen, surrender and pay for you crimes!" demanded Kunduro, holding his helmet in his arms.
"You were a fool that night and you are a fool now, Kunduro, and I will destroy this island before I surrender it to you. I will kill you!"
They fought in that palace for oven an hour. His blade of shining silver, and her magnificent staff of gold confronted each other, neither giving in. They were both skilled warriors, but Miloki had something that Kunduro did not, the skill of waterbending. In one fierce move – when it appeared Kunduro would win – Miloki melted the ice around her, melted her entire palace, and collected the water above her head, above the city, above the island. The fighting stopped as the two warriors were exposed to everyone, and silence fell as Miloki commanded to all of them.
"I may not be able to defeat you now," she roared, "But I will have my revenge on the Water Tribe, I will have my Revenge." The island now began to break away, and the ice changed to water and gathered above her head with the water from the palace.
"Miloki," screamed Kunduro," no!"
The water shot into the air, and the clouds disappeared, and then the moon disappeared. The water fell down on the island, but did not hit the ground. It curved around, like magic rain, and the island froze in a dome of magic and water. It sunk into the Ocean that day, and the resulting title wave wiped out the great costal cities of the South Pole. The Water Tribe agreed to not rebuild the cities along the northern cost, as a reminder, of Miloki and the lesson she taught us.
-Present Day-
The children clapped, and the story teller smiled. The fire cracked loudly, and the drumming began. Women in blue dresses danced around the fire, dragging their husbands, boyfriends, and friends of the male kind along with them. The beat of the drums was slow and then fast, picking up ace and pounding into the souls of those all around the North Pole.