ATLA: Kyia the Brave

Chapter 1: The Boy in the Iceberg Part I

I opened my eyes and rolled over. The sound of the wind swishing against the tent was loud against my ears. I curled up into my blanket and closed my eyes again. I walked up to the ice and pressed my fingers against it. I could hardly feel the cold against my skin as the ice began to glow. The light burned against my eyelids as I held my eyes shut as hard as I could. "Help. . . ." His voice sounded faint. He was going to freeze to death. "Please, Kyia."

I shot upright on my thin mattress on the floor and knocked heads with Katara, my close friend. "Ahh!" She fell back onto the cold floor and grunted, her head in her hands. "What was that for?"

"I wasn't trying to hit you!" I nursed my own head injury gently and leaned back onto the mattress. "What the heck were you hovering over my bed for?"

"You were having a nightmare I think. You kept whispering a name in your sleep." I sat back up and looked at her waiting for her to elaborate. "You said something about someone named Aang? Who's Aang?" I shrugged. She just shook her head. "Strange." Katara stood up and headed for the exit. "Sokka and I are getting ready to leave on a fishing trip. Do you want to come?" Normally I would just say no, but I couldn't help but get this strong feeling that I needed to go, like they needed something from me. I hesitated at first, but then I stood up and nodded. 'Oh, great! Meet us by the water in fifteen minutes?"

"Okay." I stood up and started getting dressed as Katara left the tent.

I only took about ten minutes to gear myself up in warm clothing along with my longbow and a quiver full of arrows. I jogged towards Katara and Sokka who were waiting along the shore for me to meet them. I waved and they both looked in my direction. Sokka didn't look too happy about my joining them, but he would survive. I needed to go, I just had to. "Glad you could make it, Kyia." Katara beamed. Sokka just scoffed. "Hop in, let's go." She didn't have to tell me twice. I carefully stepped into the boat followed by Katara and Sokka both.

After a long day of fishing, I was beginning to lose hope that anything exciting was going to happen. I keep my eyes open for anything out of the ordinary, but the only thing that was at all interesting was Sokka and Katara's bickering. But that, unfortunately, wasn't out of the ordinary. Once they finally stopped their back and forth argument, I watched as Katara took a deep breath and pulled off her glove. She slowly moved her hand, willing the water in front of her to bubble up and hold a fish inside. I couldn't help but stare in amazement and maybe a little bit of jealousy as the fish swam in her own personal pool of water. "Sokka! Look! I caught one!" Katara was beaming, trying her hardest to keep her focus on keeping the water together in the air. Sokka hardly heard her as he raised his spear to attack, knocking the fish out of the bubble and splashing water all over him and myself.

    "Why is it that any time you play with magic water, I end up soaked?" Sokka asked, upset and drenched to his socks.

    "You aren't the only one." I chimed in.

    "It's not magic guys, its waterbending, and its-"

    "Yeah, yeah, 'an ancient art unique to our culture', blah, blah, blah. Look, I'm just saying that if I had weird powers, I'd keep my weirdness to myself." I spaced out in hopes that I could ignore the bickering that they always had to do, but I almost didn't notice the ice that was coming up in front of us.

    "Sokka! Ice!" I yelled. His attention shot forward as he tried to steer the boat through the mine-field of ice. I heard Katara yelling for Sokka to go left and of course he went right and our boat was smashed in between two large chunks of ice.

    "You call that left?" Katara pulled herself to her feet and watched the wreckage of our boat sink into the water. We were stranded on a glacier that was miles away from our village.