The Split
By: Iroh's Tea Shoppe Girls
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender is not ours. Iroh owns us.
With a heavy heart the chieftain signed the papers, ten ships would leave the next day. Twenty people per ship, two-hundred people total would leave to find greener pastures. If they found a more bountiful land, and if things didn't get better, more would follow. The old man sighed, wondering what his father or grandfather would do if they were alive, there was really nothing else they could've done.
The Chieftain always had to do what was best for his people, even if it was difficult. The Water Tribe knew its immediate neighbors, who were on hard times. He figured the best bet was the South Pole. It was uninhabited, and similar. Some of his people could find a new home there and lessen the number of mouths that needed to be fed.
Almost all of the refuges leaving were poor, mostly craftspeople and fishers. A few officials had gone along, to help the new colony set up their government and such. The Chieftain watched as the ships departed. It was hard, he lost three good men, and about two-hundred of his people. He hoped some good of it would come. He hoped they'd make it.