100 years ago the fire nation whipped out the air nomads, and Aang fled. He never became trapped in the iceberg, instead, with the help of his master Gyatso he teamed up with the white lotus, and mastered the four forms of bending. After his master died he became separated with the white lotus, and traveled the remainder of his years in hiding. Until, his past finally caught up to him. Fire Lord Ozia ended the avatar, and knowing that one would be born into the southern watertribe, killed all of their benders. However, the very same day Aang died, a girl was born in the desolate tundra. Her hair the color of chocolate and her skin the color of carmel. Her blue eyes as dangerous as the ocean herself. Her name was Katara, and she was the avatar.

This story was inspired by Call Me Katto, because it got me wondering, what if Katara actually was the Avatar?

Book One: Water

Chapter One: The Girl On The Iceberg

Katara's hands worked quickly, scrubbing the clothes in her bin. All the tribal women around her were talking and laughing within themselves, but Katara didn't have time. The ship left with her brother and father in an hour, giving her little time to spring the question. Of course, this was her fault, as she had been procrastinating for the past two weeks they were back. But, she had to make sure her argument was perfect or she knew he wouldn't be persuaded.

And, to her credit, it was. First she was going to bring up the fact that she was his daughter and had been running this tribe with Sokka while he was gone. Secondly she would state the importance of her title as the last waterbender of the southern watertribe. And third, she would beg him to allow her to go with him and Sokka to the north. What father could resist their daughter begging.

Finished hanging her last robe, she rushed to her family's hut. When she got there she instantly saw her gran gran and father embracing. So, it was time then. She gulped going into the hut and grabbing the bag of things she would be taking. As she exited the hut she began chickening out. But, not the going part. Simply the asking. So, she decided it was better to ask forgiveness than permission. She took her bag and walked past them pretending not to notice they were standing there.

"Where are you going with that young lady?" Hekoda raised a questioning eyebrow towards her. He knew where she was going, and she knew it was not allowed.

She looked at him questioningly, and then pretended to realize what he just noticed. "Oh, I was just gonna wait on the ship for you since you guys were taking so long," she smiled and turned back around, continuing at her pace. However, she got no more than two steps when she felt a hand grip her arm.

"Katara, we have discussed this before, you are not going with us." he forced her to turn around and stare into her blue eyes. Her eyes were flames, but his cold ones remained unaffected by them.

"Yeah Tara, girls cant fight," Sokka said, poking her in her side and jearing at her. She turned to him, her eyes ablaze with anger.

This was all a joke to him wasn't it. He thought just because of his gender he was better than her. Katara gritted her teeth and shrugged off her fathers grip. "Neither can you Sokka, but your still going." she pointed out angrily. Truth be told, he could fight. If she was honest much better than her. But, she wouldn't let him know that, his ego was big enough as it was.

His joking face became angry as he looked at her. "Sorry you were born a girl, it's not my fault." He seethed at her.

"Well I'm sorry you were born such a brainless idiot!" she yelled back at him. People around their hut looked at the scene and shook their heads. This Katara girl was always acting out one way or another.

Hokoda saw this, and he felt ashamed of his daughter's behavior. "Katara enough." He yelled at her to silence her.

However, that only made it worse. She bit her lip and angrily stared down both of them. "Me?!" She screamed, the whole tribe now witness to it. "I did nothing wrong!" She screamed angrily at them. "You know what dad, go to your La damn north, i'll find my own way." And with that, she was off, running through the snow faster than her legs had ever gone.

Her father stared after her, shaking his head. Everyone at the village gave him sympathetic looks and returned to their tasks.

"Hekoda!" He felt a hand slap his cheek roughly, sending pain throughout his face. It stung, but she managed to open his eyes at the women who had hit him. He stared up into the fierce aging eyes of Kyas mother, and instantly felt a pang of guilt for what he had said to his daughter.

"How dare you encourage Sokka to treat your daughter that way," She seethed angrily at him.

Hokoda didn't see what was wrong with it, Sokka had not lied or said anything wrong. Sure, he was harsh, but the truth hurt and Katara had to learn that eventually.

"Now you've gone and sent her into the middle of the tundra," Gran Gran said. But, she wasn't worried, Katara always came back.

Katara ran as fast as her legs would carry her. The burning in her thighs didn't stop her, instead it only made her run faster. She didn't know where she was running to, all she knew was she had to get away. Away from the small village she had spent her life trapped in. Away from the culture that chained her down. Away from the people who called themselves her family.

She walked for hours, unaware of where her feet were leading her. She wasn't aware of the sun, setting over the horizon or the pink colors it was sending through the frozen wasteland. All she was aware of was the ache, the ache caused by her brother's words. The anger at her tribes stupid traditions. The anger that overwhelmed her very being. The anger that kept building, building inside of her. And then, like an overused dam, it burst.

Katara screamed, releasing all of her building anger since the death of her mother, the one person who saw her for more than her gender. The first wave of emotions was the worst, shaking the very earth she stood on. But, she was done trying to control it, trying to manage it for the sake of other people.

The ground under her feet began to crack, the rock of the cliffs splitting apart and falling into the ocean. The water beneath the cliff began to surge, reacting to the ferocity of her anger, pain. The air around her began to become great winds, controlled by a force they didn't know. Fire ripped from her fingers, lighting on the snow of the ground as if it was gas.

The girl would have been shocked had she been able to comprehend anything, but her current state kept her from doing so. Instead, her emotions controlled her, sending a foreign glow behind her eyes and a beam into the sky.

And then it was over, all the pain, anguish, and sorrow. All the anger, it was gone. And suddenly katara was no more than a small girl, hunched over and eschasted. She looked around herself, seeing the devastation she unknowingly brought on. The cliff in which she was perched on became crumbling out of the girls control, much like her reality.

Miles away, a run down steam boat drifted through the cold waters of the south. At its helm stood a young man, just barely of age. He held a spyglass in his hands, looking out into the frozen nothingness and sighed. It was pointless. Five years had gone by since his banishment and he still hasn't found the avatar. The truth was, he was beginning to wonder if the avatar still existed. But, he wouldn't give up, for if he did, that would make him a failure, not only as a prince, but as a son. Failure was unacceptable. No, he would find the avatar and his honor would be restored to him, along with his rightful place on the throne.

"Nephew, would you care for some warm jasmine tea, it is quite cold out here." his uncle called from behind him where he was seated, no doubt playing Pai Sho and drinking his tea.

Prince Zuko dropped the spyglass, turning around to face his uncle with a scowl plastered on his face. "I'm a firebender uncle, I don't get cold." He growled before turning back to the open expanse of nothingness.

"Suit yourself prince Zuko, but it tastes magnificent," he said, further pressing the point.

Zuko however didn't respond. He didn't even roll his eyes or shrug. Instead he stared intently at the horizon where a beam of bright white light was shooting into the sky.

"Uncle," his voice was barely audible. Iroh looked up to see the beam of light and sighed.

"This means nothing prince Zuko, it is probably just the northern lights." the old man said, drinking another sip of tea.

Zuko growled, "were in the south!" he said angrily facing his uncle. Iroh chuckled, saying something about how his memory wasn't what it used to be. Then he turned back to face the light, something stirring in his chest. A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. "This means everything uncle," he paused, recognizing the feeling that overcame him. It was hope. "The avatar has returned."

Hope you enjoy, this idea just came to me. Don't worry, I have the updates for the other stories just gonna wait till after finals because yeah lol. But enjoy. Please review 3