Prologue

It looked like the entire population of the South Pole was waiting outside the chief's mansion, each and every one of them caring a candle in their hands.

The royal family exited moments later.

Hakoda's arm placed firmly around his wife, Kya, as she held a motionless bundle in her arms –the newest daughter, first born female into the royal family for the longest time. Their faces were unreadable.

The royal family climbed into their boat and took out into the night, toward the small island where the temple was hidden from prying eyes.

The rest of the Southern Watertribe fell in tow with their leaders and started murmuring their prayers. Hoping, wishing, that the infant, their princess, would live. They would take her to the Ocean Spirit's temple and proceed with the long stated agreement with the god of their tribe.

Walking carefully up the stone steps of the icy temple two soldiers, in full warrior clothes and paint, opened the doors, kowtowing low to the royals.

Waiting for them were the Elders and the priest in a perfect circle around the pool of water in the center of the room. And in that water swam a large black fish, not native to their half of the world.

Kya took a deep breath and stepped forward, kneel in front of the pool, she placed the newborn into the ink black water and the Ocean Spirit swarmed her body, realizing that this was a royal's daughter.

"Purest soul with the tragic end…" A voice whispered over the crowd, distinctively male and seeming to be holding back sorrow. Only those surrounding the pool could see the miraculous thing that happened next; the inky black water glowed blue as the fish swam fast around the body and the infant started to wail.

Tears rushed to her mother's eyes and Kya lifted her daughter from the water and embraced her, taking joy in the high pitched ring that filled her ears. The baby's new black hair pressing against her cheek as everyone in the room cheered and chanted the chosen name for the girl.

"Long may she live! Princess Katara of the Southern Watertribe!"

The words of the god already gone.

Yes, another Zutara story.

Okay, so I've been sitting on this idea for a long time now. The two royal families in the North and South poles have either Tui or La and whenever a daughter in the royal family is born, the are born still and hold a part of that god's life in their body: making them the Guardian of the god in their defenceless state.

~QueenVamp