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

Siku thought he and his family could escape, but of course it wouldn’t be that simple. He raised a wall of ice to block there way, and the other villagers cheered at everything he did. It was eerie. Just when all hope seemed lost, Iroh and Zuko burst through the wall of ice, and declared the false Avatar what he was, an imposter.

Siku could tell things were going to get ugly fast. But what was he supposed to do? He was just a healer. A soft spoken Waterbender who hated fighting, how was he supposed to pose any kind of threat to the Avatar, even if it was a fake one.

But then, something else took over. His eyes began to glow. “STOP!” Siku shouted. The ground cracked beneath his feet. Water lifted from the snow in rivulets, spiraling up his arms. A gust of wind howled, surrounding him. Flames surrounded his hands. “You are not the Avatar.” Siku said, his voice echoed. “You don’t belong here!”

Katara stared, stunned into silence.

Sokka opened his mouth but no words came.

And Kya, wide-eyed, whispered, “Spirits above…”