Avatar: Fire and Ice - Book One: Currents

Chapter 1: The Boy in the Iceberg

There are three sides to every story. The third is probably the most hidden. But mayme it's important to take a moment, listen. The third side might  shed light on new truths, and unearth old secretes.

"-but the Southern Water Tribe had had enough! Through much hard work, and years of planning, the brave warriors finally ove-"

"Oh! I almost got it!" Sokka exclaimed.

 I looked up from the worn pages of my Earth Kingdom textbook.

"Do you want me to keep reading or not?"

Sokka turned back at me, his blue eyes glistening. He put his hands up in the air.

"No, no. Continue."

Then he turned back to attempting to spear a small carp. I looked back down to my book, my fingers carefully traced the route from Ndida Village to Ba Sing Se one the map. I cleared my throat. 

"The brave warriors finally over-"

"Kira! Sokka! Look." Katara exclaimed from the back end of the boat.

"Katara!" Sokka hissed. "You're messing up our dinner!"

I turned around to see what Katara was talking about.

I stared into the water, peering at my not quite Water Tribe face. Dark skin: check, chocolate hair: check, blue eyes: nope mine were brown but I thought I knew why.

Suddenly the water rippled and jerked me away from my thoughts.  Sokka let a smile slip past his lips.

"It's not getting away from me this time!" he said peering into the water. "Watch and learn ladies this is how you catch a fish."

"Umalali, Sokka look!" Katara exclaimed from the other side of the boat. 

"Shh, your going to scare it away." Sokka hissed with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. "I can already smell it cooking!"

"Maybe Katara's fish but not your's!" I remarked slyly.

"And why is that?

"Because it's swimming away!"

Sokka yelped  and raised his spear high above his head just as Katara brought her bubble of water down. It splattered all over Sokka, and if I didn't know better I'd say steam rolled off of his shoulders; but then again, you can never know better.

"Why is it that every time you play with magic water I get soaked!?"

"It's not magic water!" I explained. "I'ts-"

"Water bending, an ancient art sacred to our culture, blah, blah, blah."

"Here let me help." I said as Sokka tried to dry himself.

I bended the water out of his clothes and turned to Katara.

"Can I help you with that? I asked gesturing to the water.

"Please! I'd love to learn how to do that!"

I bended a circle of water around the fish and brought it above the freezing cold water. Slowly I bended it over the pot that rested at the bottom of the canoe and parted the orb of water so that the fish fell into the clay basin.

"You two should keep your weirdness to yourselves."   

"Your calling us weird?"Katara said, "I'm not the one who makes muscles at myself every time I see my reflection in the water."

I let out a small cough and Sokka stopped peering at his reflection.

Suddenly we got caught in a current and the boat began to rapidly move down the icy channel. I began to row with my bending as Sokka took the ore and used that.