Hello and welcome. Before I start, I want to let everyone know that this is Fan Fiction and not canon at all. However, this work is pretty much rewriting Avatar from Books 1-3 and adding Book 4 in here. Most of the story is about Zuko and Katara as they go through books 1-3 with this version. I will implement canon things from the TV only. I have not read the comics nor do I plan to.

This story will be long because we are rewriting a lot of the canon and updates will take a while. After all, I'm a college student. This book should be around 200 chapters but that truly depends on how fast I get through this plot and I don't plan on it being fast. I hope this all makes sense.

I don't have a Beta-Reader. Sorry for the Errors, I miss things. Alas, I am human.

Snow in the South Pole was anything but rare. Katara was used to the harsh winters that led to her cuddling up with her father in their massive Igloo. She wasn't exactly sure what her father did or why her family was so important but she knew that they were special. In fact, Katara was so special that she had to keep her powers hidden from the Tribe. It was easy at first but as the girl grew to five, she started to practice on her own, it didn't matter if it was making a snowball to throw at her brother or trying to catch fish with her father.

However, this snow was different today. The black flurry landed on Katara copper skin and she wondered what it was. Reaching out, she let the substance fall into her hands and rubbed them together, the onyx pigment staining her hands. Dropping her head, Katara looked to her older brother, who stared at her wide-eyed.

"I'm going to find mom," Katara said.

The little girl didn't wait for an answer from her brother, they had this unspoken communication. Katara would always look for her mother and Sokka would soon reach the girls with their father following behind them.

Katara dashed through the snow, her feet crunching under the black snow. Panting, the chill of the air invading her lungs, Katara sprinted to her house. She would see it now, her Igloo that remained in the center of their tribe. Brushing through the curtains, Katara stopped once she saw a man in black standing over her mother.

"Mom…" Katara whimpered the only words that could come to her mind and out of her mouth.

"Everything is alright, sweetie," Kya said softly, smiling at her daughter. "Go find your father."

Something in Katara's mind told her that nothing was fine. The man that stood above her was cloaked in black clothing with red that lined every inch. He was not like her or the rest of the people in her village. She couldn't possibly leave her mother with this man, not when she could help. She was special, she had the power to fix this and make him go away.

"Run along, kid." The man growled.

"Mom…" Katara whimpered, hoping that she could buy enough time for Sokka and her father to arrive.

"I'm losing my patience." The man hissed, his hand now holding fire.

Katara froze upon seeing the man, he was just like her. He was special and though Katara had to hide her powers, here he was out in the open. But he wasn't here to comfort them, that much Katara could tell. No, he was here to hurt their family and Katara couldn't let that happen.

"Please…" Kya pleaded at Katara, their blue eyes crying out for each other. "Go."

"Tell me!" the man shouted. "Who is it? Who is the Waterbender?"

"Waterbender?"Katara thought to herself. She hadn't heard that word before and yet affected her mother.

Katara watched as her mother flinched at the questions the man was asking. This man wanted someone that she had never heard of and by the looks of it, he wasn't going to leave until he got the answer. Katara had no idea what it was or who it was but she knew that she had to act. If she didn't then her mother would be in danger and so would the rest of the tribe. Katara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Moving her hands, Katara wielded the snow as it hit the man in the back.

"Ahh!" the man groaned.

"Katara, No!" Kya shouted.

"It's you." The man turned around and lunged for her. Katara jumped back and ran towards the curtains and out of the house. Looking behind her, she should see the man coming for her along with other men dressed just like him. As long as they left her mother along she didn't care, she would be safe. Katara would be safe as long as she found her father and the other warriors.

Katara ran through the village, the men shooting fire at her almost burning her. She didn't have enough practice with her magic but she had thrown a few pieces of snow behind her, hoping to slow them down. She could see the horizon, her father and the other warriors were fighting men who dressed like the ones chasing her.

"Dad!" Katara shouted.

"Katara!" Hakoda shouted, punching a random man and then raced towards her.

Katara moved faster, knowing that once she reached her father's arms she would be safe. The men of her tribe readied themselves as the soldiers ran towards them. Hadoka ran towards his daughter, weaving and dodging every intruder that tried to come between them. Katara was so close, she could smell the herbal musk that her mother made for her father. He was only a moment away and then Katara screamed, heat brushing against her face. Jumping back, Katara watched as fire danced around her, the men who chased after her were now protecting her from her father. She didn't need their help, she needed to go to her father, he was the only one who could help her.

"Dad!" Katara cried, her hands gripping the snow hoping that it would protect her.

"Ka-ugh" Hadoka screamed for his daughter but was met with opposition, a punch to face, and then a kick to his chest.

Katara was lifted off the ground and screamed. In a final attempt, Katara moved her arms, hoping that the spirits they worshiped would aid her in this fight. Alas, with every move she made, the snow was unmoving and tears rolled down the girl's cheeks. She didn't know how long she was screaming and crying for, only that with every wail, her family was slowly out of reach. She pounded the man's head, punching, slapping, and shaking her body, trying to get away from him but she couldn't. He was too strong and nothing she did worked for her.

Katara watched as the men of her tribe were beaten mercilessly, some blast of fire leaving burns on the warriors and her tribe. Katara cried for her mother, her father, and brother, for her Gran Gran that promised to show her how to make Sea-Prunes. But most of all, Katara cried for her home, which she would never see again.

As the man dragged her into the metal beast, Katara's cries didn't stop. She was thrown into a dry room, the air too shallow for the rats to breathe. Katara wrapped her arms around her chest and coughed, trying to calm herself down and breathe. The contraption moved and Katara was thrown onto her hands and knees, her tears falling onto the metal floor.

A weight fell upon the girl, a weight too heavy and foreign to a girl of her age. She wasn't sure what it was or what she could do with it. So, Katara fell to the ground, clutched her knees, and cried.

Katara wasn't sure how many days had passed and she didn't care. The room started to close in as the days went on, blurring into movements that she would never get back. She was tired, her body had convulsed as she cried herself to sleep every passing day. The stale bread that they served her was suitable and when she tried giving it to the rats, they scurried away. They couldn't dehydrate her though, so like clockwork, two men came in, binding her hands and letting her drink water from a bucket and spoon-like an animal.

Katara rested her head against the hard metal and closed her eyes. She would rather not see the men who passed by her daily, their freedom was taunting her. The girl didn't worry about where they were taking her, it didn't matter. She could only think of her family, how they were doing after all of this. She missed her mother, teaching Katara how to sew and making new clothing. Gran-Gran would let Katara help in the kitchen and her father would tell her that she was the prettiest girl in the world. Katara even missed her brother with his bad jokes and boomerang that he quite didn't get the hang of. Her the South Pole, the icy Tundra that came to life when all others were thought to be sleeping. It was then under the full moon that Katara would sneak out and practice some of her magic.

"Waterbender."

The word had haunted Katara's mind every single day. The man that invaded her house had shouted those words to her mother. She wasn't sure what it meant but she had to protect her mother and then that's when everything changed. That's when the man had come for her, for her power, for her magic, for her...bending.

She remembered when she first used her bending, the excitement that quickly turned to fear on her mother's and father's faces. Katara had no idea what it meant but once she discovered she could do this, she was happy and it felt calm as if this magic gift was meant for her. However, it quickly became something she had to hide and couldn't speak about. At home, Katara would play with the water in the bath and it was fine in private but outside was another story. When the children she would play with threw snow at her, she could easily defeat them but she didn't. Katara, like a good kid, played fair and sometimes would glance at her mother, knowing that Katara needed to hold back even more. She didn't understand why she had to keep her gift hidden but it started to make sense these past few days.

Of course, a five-year-old couldn't understand all the complexities that came with her bending nor the power it truly held but she understood it got her here. It trapped her on this metal contraption and the water and ice that once surrounded her was now given to her at a distance and only when she was bound.

How could something so beautiful and peaceful cause this much harm?

Katara felt the tears welling up in her again and she took a deep breath, shutting down the crying fest. She couldn't cry again, the soldiers would bang on the bar and scream at her only causing more tears. So, Katara stayed silent for the next few days only thinking to herself about something, anything other than the terrible situation she got herself into.

The metal cage lurched forward and Katara stilled herself. She wasn't sure what the squealing sounds meant but soon, she heard the shuffling of feet. Looking up, Katara watched as the odd door opened and two men came into the room. Backing away, Katara backed against the metal wall and screamed. One man grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. Clenching her fist, Katara swung forward punching one of the men. He groaned and then turned his head to her once more. He let go of her hands and fire now burst from them. Katara flinched, no words needed to be said. She knew exactly what would happen to her if she refused him any longer. The girl relaxed, her arms quickly put into a metal chain that tightened on her wrist.

They walked through the prison hold, other cells empty and dry like the men who had taken her. They walked until Katara could smell the salty air of the sea and her heart cried for it. She had missed the sea, the fresh air, and the sun that touched her copper skin. They walked out of the door onto the deck of the ship and Katara squinted, her eyes not adjusted to the sunlight she once loved. The birds chirped and the sound of the crashing waves gave Katara some calm that she needed the past few days. It was all taken away once they walked off the ship and down to the pier. Katara stayed silent as warriors painted in black and red marched towards her.

Katara took notice of her surroundings, nothing like the South Pole. The place had buildings made of things way sturdier than ice and their snow was yellow and grainy. She had seen plants at one point but nothing could compare to the forest that sat behind the buildings and though she was terrified, she was also astounded. It was nothing like her home and yet it was beautiful.

Katar didn't pay attention until she noticed a woman walking towards her. The woman was dressed in red and her hair was pulled up. The woman had grey streaks in her hair but what Katara noticed that kept her attention was the woman's eyes. They were blue just like hers and she hoped that this woman could help, free her and send her back to her home.

The woman stopped in front of Katara and bent down.

"Hello, sweetie." The woman said, her nails playing with the loops of Katara's hair. "I am Hama."

Katara didn't know what to expect when the woman, Hama, had come for her at the docs. She didn't expect to be taken in a box attached to a horse that took her to a house. Hama said it was a house but the place didn't look like the Igloos that were in the South Pole. Maybe they named things differently Katara was sure of that as everything was different within this place. Her clothes were heavy and the heat that resonated in this place had her clothes sticking to her. However, Katara kept quiet not asking any questions as they arrived at the house.

The carriage stopped and Katara was led into the house. Looking around, it was nothing like her place at the South Pole. The walls were bare with wood and red cushions aligned the floor. Candles were lit but they were not in lanterns like Katara had seen them.

"Remove the cuffs," Hama ordered and the man that had put the chains on her removed them at her words.

Katara hissed and rubbed her wrist.

"Idiots." Hama spat. "How am I to use her if you ruin her wrist with those damned things?"

The men behind Katara glared at the woman and quickly let, slapping the door behind them. Katara looked at Hama and the woman smiled at her.

"We will get you cleaned up, dressed, and fed," Hama said and offered her hand to Katara.

Katara didn't take her hand, she couldn't trust anyone at this moment, no matter if the woman had saved her. Katara was told to trust her tribe and within that only a certain amount of people and of course her family. But they were nowhere to be found and yet Katara would follow their rules.

"I understand," Hama said, moving her hand away from Katara. "You are scared I understand. I will not let anyone hurt you from now on. Think of me as your Grandmother if you will."

"NO!" Katara shouted, her mouth speaking before she could even think.

It didn't matter now, this woman wasn't her grandmother. Gran-Gran was different and in the South Pole with the rest of her family.

Hama took a deep breath and nodded. "I didn't mean to offend you, I only mean to give you comfort that has been taken from you. Nonetheless, I will let you settle in. Hwasa!"

A girl ran out of the room, dressed in the red robes again. The girl seemed to be no older than Katara and she also had blue eyes. The girl was fair-skinned and had dark hair, almost a younger version of Hama. The little girl bowed and smiled at Katara.

"I am Hwasa and it's nice to meet you," Hwasa said softly. "Come with me."

Hwasa turned on her heels and began to walk. Katara looked at Hama who nodded her head and Katara sighed, taking a step.

The house was not little at all as the girls walked past many doors. Soon, they arrived in the bathing chamber and Katara couldn't believe her eyes. The bath was a yellow color and was filled with hot water. The smell of something sweet infiltrated her nose and Katara shed a tear, remembering her father's scent.

"Your clothes are on the chair, please take your time. Dinner will be ready soon." Hwasa said and closed the door behind her.

Katara flinched at the sound, this place and all its objects so foreign to her. Katara took off her clothes, they reeked of someone who hadn't bathed for months. Walking towards the bath, Katara touched the water and pulled her hand back, the water warm and strange. Nonetheless, Katara slowly got into the bath and washed her body. Looking at her reflection in the water, Katara spotted the pendant around her neck. It fit looser than she remembered but she was also different now looking at herself. Her eyes were sunken in and her collar bones were now protruding. Katara's pink lips were now pale and her hair looked like Sokka's when he failed in warrior practice. The blue eyes, the eye of her people haunted her as she remembered that she would never see her family again. She then looked at the pendant again, the pendant her mother had given to her and the same one Gran-Gran had given to her mother. It was the only thing Katara had left of her family and she clutched it tightly letting the tears flow.

Katara sat in the chair as Hama and Hwasa moved around the place. Hwasa placed down a plate for the three of them while Hama put the food in the middle. Katara perked up, the smell was so familiar to her. Hama caught the smile and looked at Katara.

"Sea-Prunes," Hama said softly. "We eat the food of our people so we don't forget."

Katara nodded and sighed, at least she knew the food. Hama grabbed a bucket of water and sat next to Katara. Feeling weird, Katara rubbed her wrist and then hissed, the metal chains had left their mark on her.

"Can I do it, Hama?" Hwasa asked, the girl beaming with excitement.

"Why not, you should practice," Hama said smiling at the girl.

Katara wasn't sure what the two women meant so she watched. Hwasa smiled and rubbed her hands together and then spread her arms wide. The Sea-Prune stew levitated out of the pot. Hwasa then places her right arm over the elf and the stew follows, moving and separating into the bowls.

"Waterbender…" Katara whispered, her eyes welling with theirs, she wasn't alone. Hwasa was someone like her, someone with magic, a waterbender that didn't have to hide. Katara smiled and then looked at Hamam, unsure of what her reaction would be. She wondered if Hwasa would be yelled at for using her bending like Katara was at some points. However, Hama smiled and patted Hwasa on the head. Katara didn't know that feeling of someone being proud of her bending.

"We are all benders, little one," Hama said as he manipulated the water in the bucket, it covered her hands and began to glow. Katara's mouth fell open, she had never seen any bending like Hwasa or Hama's and she wanted to know more. She wanted to learn about her powers, the powers that got her taken away.

"Give me your hands," Hama said and Katara obeyed. "Poor thing," Hama said, looking at Katara's bruised wrist.

Hama placed her hands on top of Katara's wrist and she watched as the water glowed even brighter and took the pain away. Katara smiled and rubbed her wrist, the pain was gone in a short few minutes.

Katara looked at the water then back at Hama, asking for permission. Hama nodded and Katara closed her palm and lifted the water from the bucket. Ecstatic beyond compare, Katara lost focus and the bucket fell over. Before Katara could clean it up, Hwasa bent the water back into the bucket.

"Sorry," Katara said, embarrassment red on her cheeks.

"Do not apologize, you have a gift and it must be practiced," Hama said.

"Will you teach me?" Katara asked, her blue eyes finding the light that was almost snuffed out of them. Hama smiled and cupped the young girl's cheek nodding.

"We will do many things, my love."

So before someone comments about my writing or details and stuff, it's simple right now because Katara is 5. She was taken from her home and can barely grasp anything so we are starting at baby steps. I promise once she gets older, Katara's grammar, description, and ideas of the world will change. It'd be weird if she knew what a horse was if she'd never seen one. Same thing with carriages, gold bathtubs, and Fire Nation ships.

I think I've clear everything up now.