[center][b][color=0072bc]Siku
Southern Water Tribe[/color][/b][/center]

Saving Kya seemed to change everything. Katara and Sokka was supposed to find Aang frozen in the iceberg. Instead, there was purple light in the sky, then shortly after, “Aang” just casually walked up to the tribe. He looked like Aang, sounded like Aang and yet… It definitely wasn’t Aang. He bent Earth, Water, Air with casual ease. He even summoned a little bit of fire just to show off. The villagers gasped in awe.

Everyone except Katara, Sokka, and Kya. They didn’t bow. They didn’t cheer. They seemed to be the only ones that didn’t believe the false Aang’s lies. They immediately started bargaining the fake Avatar with questions, until Gran Gran shut them up. Even Gran Gran the wisest person he knew, had been taken by him.

Then Siku saw that crooked familiar smirk. Like the one he saw in his dreams. This was it. It was happening. Siku staggered back a step. “No…” he whispered, eyes wide. “No no no no…” He muttered to himself. “We have to get out of here,” he whispered to his siblings and mother. “This is wrong...”