Been a long time, huh guys?

Once, the world Sokka knew ended at the horizon.

He neither knew what was beyond it, nor cared. Somewhere to the east was the Earth Kingdom, in his mind colored the same as the sails of its trading ships. Far in front of them was the Northern Tribe, which only differed from his own because somewhere there lived the master Katara was always talking about. And in the west was the Fire Nation, which he thought full of metal and steam and towering men in armor.

Sokka's world remained unchanged, until the day a bison flew him over the horizon.

The Earth Kingdom is colored in not only green, but all shades he never thought possible. The Northern Tribe is grand and pristine and beautiful, everything his meager village is not. And the Fire Nation does have metal and steam and towering men in armor, but he finds beauty and kindness in its people as well.

There are cities and towns he's never heard of, and too many people to remember, and plants of every color, and animals in all shapes and sizes, and thousands of things to discover.

When Sokka returns, the South Pole is no different.

But it's no longer the world he knows.