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

While everyone was bowing down to the fake Avatar, Siku and his family made a run for it.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Sokka whispered. His fists were clenched, and he held on to his boomerang like his life depended on it. “Running isn’t going to fix anything. We should fight him. We should—”

“No,” Siku cut in, voice harsher than he felt. “We can’t face him yet. He’s… wrong. Something about him isn’t natural. If we try to take him on now, we’ll lose.”

For a moment, Siku thought Sokka might argue, might turn back and charge at the imposter with nothing but anger and a boomerang.

But then Katara grabbed Sokka’s wrist. “He’s right. We can’t help anyone if we’re dead. We have to live to fight another day.”

Kya, bringing up the rear, cast a quick glance over her shoulder. “Stay close. Keep quiet. We’ll figure this out, but not here.”

And with that the family made their escape in the snow. The sounds of the other tribespeople echoing behind them.