“Water. Earth. Fire. Air.”

Katara’s voice echoes through the valleys of ice as she narrated the same old story; desperate to pass time despite Sokka’s (increasing) protests.

“My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar mastered all four elements. Only he could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished.”

After all, one can only be stuck on a boat waiting fruitlessly for one’s brother to catch a single fish for so long.

“A hundred years have passed, and the Avatar, the last Airbender, was found in an iceberg. Not even his spirit state could survive that. Now? Nobody knows who-- or where-- the Avatar is. Some believe the cycle has been broken. But I haven’t lost h--“

CRASH!

Their little canoe crashes into something hard enough to send Katara back and nearly knock Sokka overboard. There goes story time.

With a groan, she rubs her head and peers over the edge…