I don't own A:TLA. Deal with it.
"Mommy! Mommy! Look at the black snow!"
Little Katara, only three at the time, looked up at the sky with wonder. Her young mother gazed at the soot, and the familiar skipped heartbeat and clutching fear of panic clawed at her throat.
The little black pieces of ash drifted slowly downward, occasionally being swirled by the wind. They littered the white ground, a sure bad omen in this deathly time.
The Fire Nation had come once again.
This time, it was only a warning. Give up your benders, they said from behind the masks.
Give them up soon or we will be back.
Seven years later, Katara looked upon her mother's charred body in horror.
Her mother's lifeless eyes once again stared up at the falling black snow, the black clouds reflected in her eyes.
The Fire Nation had come once again.
But this time, they had showed no mercy.
I don't like this drabble too much... the end bothers me. But still, reviews are highly appreciated!