-Present Day/\North Pole/\Capital City-
"So Aang, when exactly are we going to leave the North Pole? I mean, it's been over a week, let's get going," asked Sokka, yawning as he leaned against Appa. In front of him, Katara and Aang were sparring and apparently, Katara was winning.
The battle field was battered, and frozen spikes and gaps littered the ground, and the two friends stood there, panting. Katara swung her hands back and forth, and the Ice began to melt to water. She stopped the wave motion and pulled her hands back, and the water twirled around her body. She punched at the air and the water shot towards Aang. It took merely three seconds for Aang to swing his staff and a huge gust of wind engulfed the wave, and soon Katara. She was pushed back against a huge boulder of Ice, and Aang charged forward.
Aang ran faster than the wind, but as soon as he had come close enough to Katara, a tall slate of ice rose from the ground, and a crashing sound was heard. Aang ran strait into the thin wall. "Owe, Katara that hurt."
"Sorry Aang," smiled Katara, lowering the Ice and talking to Aang, "So, seriously, when are we going to leave the North Pole, you still need to learn Earth Bending."
"Yeah, Yeah I guess you're right, Katara. Okay Sokka, get ready!" he shouted to the sleeping Sokka – who woke up and climbed on Appa, the two ton bison.
The two friends walked to Appa, and Katara pulled her coat over her. They spent the next couple of minutes packing their belongings on top of Appa, when a man riding a large animal arrived at their camp and he stepped down. The animal growled at Appa.
"Excuse me, which one of you is Sokka?" asked the tall messenger.
Sokka jumped down from Appa, slipped on some ice, and slid all the way to the messenger's feet. "I'm Sokka… owe" he said rubbing his lower back.
"This message is yours, I will be going now." He reached into his animal skin bag and pulled out a small envelope with the water seal on its opening. Sokka took the envelope and turned back to Aang, Katara, and Appa. The messenger got back onto his animal, which was still growling at Appa, and rode away.
"So who's the message from Sokka," asked Katara eyeing the envelope.
"Who knows, let's see." Appa opened the envelope, turned it upside-down and a piece of parchment fell out. He picked it up and read it out loud.
Dear Sokka and Katara,
You're Grandmother is sick, extremely sick, and we do not think she will survive much longer. She has caught some kind of virus and no medicine we have is working. She has… made a final request to see you two. We can only hope that you have reached the North Pole by now, and we hope that you will get this message. At the fastest time, you will receive this message three weeks after it is written. Hurry.
The Village and your Home