When Katara and Hakoda walked into the tent after the Fire Nation army had left, she was not expecting to see her mothers lifeless body with burn marks all over her. Hakoda broke down as soon as he saw his wife and let himself fall to the floor on his knees. Katara began to cry and her father embraced her.

Katara wasn't expecting her mother to be gone. It was too sudden for her to go. Its not fair she thought. It was hard for her to breathe. Her mom was her best friend, and she felt so lost without her.

"You shouldn't be in here, Katara. This is too much for you to see," he let go of their embrace and had her facing him. His eyes were filled with sorrow and so much pain. Tears were still streaming down his face and so was Katara.

"I don't want to leave you, dad."

"Please go and get Gran-Gran. We need her right now." To his words, she nodded at her father and ran out the tent. She ran through the snow where her leg sank down to the ground. It was hard for her to pick up her feet and continue to run and was having trouble balancing herself. She reached to her grandmothers tent and tripped on the snow. Her Gran-Gran was outside helping other villagers and she looked at her fallen granddaughter.

"Katara? Whats wrong?" She asked. She approached closer to Katara and helped her up. Katara looked up at her grandmother and her lips began to tremble. She began sobbing and her grandmother grew concerned.

"Its my mom. Something happened to her." She finally said. Kanna's eyes widened and she let out a gasp. The women that were around Kanna grew worried.

"Kanna, we will go with you and help in whichever way we can," they said putting their hands on her shoulder. One woman picked up Katara and carried her in her arms and allowed the little girl to cry in her arms.

"Katara, you can stay here with me until your Gran-Gran comes back," the woman said. Katara didn't say a word, but she didn't reject to the offer. Her Gran-Gran and three other women went towards the tent.

Katara stayed with the woman and was still outside but was silent after she had finished crying. She was sitting on the ground and the woman had her arm around Katara and was letting her hand sooth against her shoulder. Her eyes were swollen due to her crying so much, and her eyes were red and tired from crying. Although she was had stopped crying, she tried to contain her sniffles and not to think about her moms body. Katara had heard snow crunching near her. She looked up from the ground and saw Sokka approaching her.

"Hey little sis, why are you here with this lady?" He asked. Sokka had arrived back home after his effort on saving the tribe with the warriors. He was proud of himself after all and felt like he was becoming the warrior he had always wanted to be. She looked at him and he noticed how sad she had looked.

"Why were you crying?" He asked. She tried not to think about it, but the question he had asked had only made it worse. She began to cry again and he grew even more concerned.

"Its mom. She— died," she began to sob. Sokka backed away from her in disbelief.

"No. It can't be," he muttered and turned around to run towards the tent. Katara gasped as she saw her older brother run towards their home.

"No, Sokka! Dad said no to—" she decided not to finish her sentence and ran after him.

"Katara! Wait!" The woman said behind her, but Katara didn't listen. She didn't want her brother to see the state their mother was in. Sokka was crying and wiping the tears away as he ran against the cold crispy air. He ran into the tent.

"Where is m—" he stopped himself as he saw the women of their tribe covering his mothers body with a blanket on top of a weaved mat. He began to cry and saw his dad approaching him.

"I know, Sokka. I know," Hakoda said lowly as he carried his son into his arms. Katara had ran into the tent and wrapped her arms around her fathers leg. She saw as the women performed a ritual where they said a prayer and gathered Kya's things and put them on top of the blanket or surrounding the body. Katara was stunned at this. It was beautiful for her to see her moms life celebrated right there with her things around her. It reflected very well on who her mother was as a person and she cried of tears of appreciation. After the ritual, her Gran-Gran approached Katara with something in her hand. Kanna kneeled down on the ground and met eye with Katara.

"Thought you might want this," Kanna said to her granddaughter. She opened her palm and showed Katara her mothers betrothal necklace. "This was mine, you know? And it was your mothers, but I think she would have wanted you to keep it just like how I do." She gently let the necklace fall into Kataras palms where Katara was amazed by the necklace. She always loved her mothers necklace, and it always gave her some sort of comfort when her mother would carry her, and Katara would look at the necklace and it made her feel okay. Her mind goes back to the many times where she would tease her mom that she would get that necklace from her. Katara allowed small tears to stream down her face as her grandmother put the necklace around her neck.

Katara watched as the women of her tribe carried the weaved mat where her moms body laid on top out of the back of the tent. Hakoda and his children followed the women and news had spread about the passing of Kya, and the tribe was outside of the tent walking behind Hakoda and his children. The women had walked far away from the tribe and had walked towards the ocean. They placed the mat on the ground and slid it onto the water. Sokka began to cry as he saw his mothers body drift away and slowly sink to the water. Katara grabbed Sokka's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I got you, Sokka. Ill always be here," she said as she clenched onto the stone of her mothers necklace with her other hand. She believed her mother was still with them in spirit as she rubbed her fingers against the stone. She allowed small tears to stream down her face at the thought.

Authors Note: Sorry this was a bit of a sad chapter, but I wanted to show how Katara might've gotten her hands on her mothers betrothal necklace. I hope you enjoyed— especially on Kataras way of maturing fast and becoming some sort of a motherly figure for Sokka, despite her being the youngest. Thanks for reading!