A/N: This was originally one enormous chapter/intro, but it took up over 20 pages on Microsoft word, which is crazy, so I split it into two parts. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar the Last Airbender.

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Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End - Part 1

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I wasn't there when the world ended.

I came around about a hundred years later, long after the nations had adjusted under their new rule. I was born in winter - a dangerous time to be born in my tribe, especially when winter lasted majority of the year. Winter was the season for waterbenders, so children were usually planned ahead, to ensure the births would be during the two months of summer. It was a gamble to have a child at all (summer-born waterbenders did exist), but some parents were willing to take the risk.

However, I wasn't expected, and I definitely wasn't planned. In our tribe, families tried for one child and one child only - a healthy non-bender. And that's exactly what my parents got when they had my older brother, Sokka. So you can imagine their surprise - and distress - when I came along five years later.

Luckily, I had about seven years of happiness before my life fell apart.

I lived as a normal child, although the soldiers stationed at our village monitored me closely during those years. They had good reason, I suppose. I was the first winter baby in almost twenty years, and the first actual baby in four. I remember playing in the snow when I was little, while a man in red stood some distance away, watching and waiting for hours. My family was extremely protective of me then, and kept me inside as much as possible. I had no idea what for.

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One day when I was five, I went outside while my parents were out. They were always gone, now that I think about it. Dad was always hunting in the mountains, and Mom was always helping the sick and elderly in our village. Sokka was always in charge of watching me, but he had slept in that morning. I figured I would only step out for a moment. I remember looking at the Red Man standing all alone and watching as I played. I wasn't nervous, or scared. I walked right up to him and said, 'You can play too.' I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to where I was playing and said, 'You sit there and be the prince.'

He never did get to be the prince.

At that moment, my brother came out with his boomerang. He was horrified to see me with the man. He grabbed me and ran in the house, yelling at me and telling me to stay inside. I didn't understand that either. Sokka told me the red people were bad. He told me they were called Fire Nation and that they did bad things to people. He told me to stay away from them. I looked out the window at the Red Man. He was still there, standing in the snow, watching and waiting.

He didn't seem all that bad to me.

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When I was six, I met a little boy in red. He had tan, freckled skin and light brown hair that was too long to be short and too short to be long. He had warm brown eyes and a sneaky smile. I was outside once more while my parents were gone. The Red Man was there again. I didn't ask him to play with me this time. I was feeling lonely, and wishing Sokka would wake up soon. I never did have anyone to play with when I was younger. All the children were either newborns, or they were older, around Sokka's age. His friends didn't like me around, because I was too young. One boy once said that babies like me couldn't play with the big kids. Sokka had pushed the boy in the snow and taken me penguin sledding, just the two of us. But the next day, I was alone again.

Just when the princess was about to rescue the prince from the dragon, the little boy came over and sat down.

"Watcha playin'?" he asked.

I smiled and told him about the princess (my doll) and the dragon (my stuffed tiger seal) and how she was going to rescue the prince (Sokka's old soldier toy). I told him he could be the prince. He said he wanted to be the dragon. I told him he couldn't, because the princess was going to kill the dragon and then he wouldn't have a part. He said the dragon wouldn't die, because he was going to kill the princess. I got angry and we started arguing - me saying the princess couldn't die, because she was the hero, and him saying she could, because dragons are stronger than princesses.

It ended suddenly when he burned my doll to prove a point (how did he do that?), and I slapped his face as I wailed for my brother. Sokka and the Red Man ran over at the same time. By then, we were both crying and saying things that didn't really make sense. Sokka, who looked like he had just woke up, took one look at my doll and turned to the boy as if ready to knock him over with the boomerang in his hand. The man took one look at the boy's cheek and looked like he wanted to burn me just like the doll.

There was another heated argument between my brother and the Red Man. They said a lot of words I didn't recognize. The man told us to go away, and Sokka yelled back that we lived here. The man's face turned as red as his clothes when he yelled for me to apologize. Sokka refused, and asked the same of the boy. The Red Man told Sokka that he had some nerve asking a Lu Tenant to apologize to a peasant.

Mom and Dad came back.

Mom rushed to me and grabbed me up tightly. From that height, the argument seemed different. Sokka, who has always looked so big to me, looked tiny compared to the Red Man. Dad pulled Sokka away and apologized to the man, despite Sokka's protest. The man seemed satisfied, because after that, he and the boy went away. The boy slipped on a patch of ice as he left.

When we went inside the house, Dad yelled at Sokka for not watching me. Sokka started crying, and then I started crying and then he hugged us both and told us he loved us and just wanted us safe.

I didn't understand why I wasn't safe here.

The boy came back the next day, along with the man. But he didn't come over this time. And I didn't call him over to play either. Because Sokka was there playing with me, and I didn't need anybody else.

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I was seven when I discovered the magic water.

I was sitting behind the house one afternoon, playing with my doll. Our house was set apart from the village, sitting on a lone hill between the village and the mountains. I loved to sit behind the house and look at the huge, white mountains and the blue-green sea. It always made me wonder what came after it. The sea didn't go on forever. That I knew. The red people had to come from somewhere.

I wasn't allowed to go in the mountains, or near the water. Mom said it was because I was too young, but Sokka once told me he used to go fishing alone when he was six. When I mentioned it to Mom and Dad, Dad got mad at Sokka. I had no idea why.

No one was home again today. Mom was helping a sick old lady, and Dad was out hunting again, although I didn't know why. We had enough meat. Maybe he was going to bring some for the rest of the village. Sokka had been bothering Dad to take him along for ages, but Dad told him he was too young. Sokka snuck out after him this morning, and promised to give me some of his seal jerky if I promised not to tell. I pinky-promised.

I pulled out my seal jerky and stared at the sea for a long time.

I had always wanted to go see it up close. I was attracted to the water in a way I didn't understand. Would it be cold like the snow? How would it taste? How far does it go? If I could swim, could I get to the other side? No one told me much about the water. Mom said the sea was boring, and I wouldn't like it there. Sokka told me it would be colder and wetter and I would freeze my toes off. Dad just told me not to go.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go see for myself.

It didn't take me long before I was down the hill and running as fast as I could to the sea. I had to stop a lot of times to catch my breath. The sea seemed so much closer from my house.

I ran through a field of tiger seals and otter penguins before finally stopping at a low cliff that settled a few feet above from the water. I tiptoed to the edge and peeked down.

There it was. The ocean.

I was mesmerized by the small waves lapping at the bottom of the cliff. I looked out into the horizon, squinting because of the shimmering water in the sun. I couldn't see anything but water. Did the sea really go on forever?

Then where did the red people come from?

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For me, they've always been there, watching over the village up close or from a distance. They lived in big houses at the edge of the village near the docks, and always wore hard, red and black clothes. Some of them had white masks with big black holes in them. Those were scary.

The red men always complained about the cold and the snow, which I didn't understand, since they've lived here forever. I asked Dad about it once when I was younger, and he told me they were really from far away, where it's always sunny or rainy. They didn't get snow where they lived. He didn't know why they didn't stay in their own land that they loved so much. I didn't know either.

So I asked them.

When I did, the man slapped me and told me to watch what I say to him. I didn't understand what I did wrong. Dad threw a fit when he saw my cheek and stormed out of the house. When he came back, he had bloody knuckles, two broken ribs, and a bruise on his cheek to match mine.

When I asked him what happened, he told me he got hurt while out hunting.

Since then, Sokka always carried his boomerang wherever he went. He told me it was for protection.

Protection from what?

I was smart enough to know there was something my family wasn't telling me. About the red people, and about the sea. I didn't like secrets. At all.

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I wanted to touch the water. I don't know why, but I just did. It seemed like the most beautiful thing in the world, the sea. It wasn't the same as the water we drank and used to bathe. This water was huge and different and full of fish and life. I wanted to touch it. I stretched out on my stomach and reached down over the cliff. It was too far away. I shuffled forward a little, so my chest was at the edge. I still couldn't reach. The icy cliff dug into my stomach, but I still couldn't reach.

I wasn't stupid. I knew if I moved forward again, I'd fall in. And I couldn't swim. So I stretched my arm as far as it could go, straining and reaching and wanting. Maybe my arm would get to it if I tried hard enough.

And then, I felt it.

Surprised, I pulled my hand back, and heard a plop.

What was that?

I looked closely at the water and reached again, straining for the water to come meet my hand. I watched the water below my hand bubble and go still. I furrowed my eyebrows and reached further. The water streamed upwards to my hand, slithering up my wrist to my elbow. I pulled away slowly, carrying the snake of water coiled around my arm with me. Sitting upright, I watched the water with fascination. Water was not supposed to do that.

Is the sea magic? Is that why Mom and Dad won't let me come here? Is magic bad?

I held the water out in front of me and furrowed my eyebrows again, concentrating on…something. Then the water moved again. The little snake of water drifted up my arm and settled in a bubble just above my palm. I giggled quietly. It tickled.

"Watcha doin?"

I jumped in fright, the water splashing in my hand and falling to the floor. The red boy stood a few feet away with his thumb in his mouth, watching me closely. I opened my mouth to answer truthfully, but something told me I wasn't supposed to tell. Not him, at least.

"I was looking at the sea water." I said quickly.

He walked over to edge of the cliff and leaned over a little to look.

"How'd you reach it from way up here?"

I didn't want to tell him that the water came to me instead. I didn't want to tell him that I thought the sea was magic. I didn't want to tell him anything. He burned my doll.

He turned to me, a curious look on his face. "Did you move the water?"

I didn't answer.

"You better hope not. If you did, you're going to prison far, far away."

That scared me.

"What's prison?" I asked. I had never heard these things before.

"It's a place where you go forever and ever and don't get to do anything or see anyone for the rest of your life. You get beaten and have no food and have to work all day."

My eyes widened. That sounded horrible. I didn't want to go there. He leaned closer and stared into my eyes, his dark brown pupils covering my vision.

"Did you move it?"

My bottom lip trembled. "I w-want t-t-to go h-home."

The boy was completely still for a few more moments, just watching me. Then his eyes drifted down to the snow where the water had soaked in. Finally, he stepped out of the way, thumb still shoved firmly in his mouth. I ran all the way back home, not once stopping no matter how tired I got. When I got there, I ran to my room and sat between the wall and Sokka's bed. About an hour later, I was digging around Sokka's stuff. I heard the door close, and then Sokka was in the doorway.

"Katara! What are you doing?" he hurried over and pulled my hands away from his things.

"I was looking for something to play with." I said.

He pulled me up by my shoulders and led me to my side of the room. "Well, you have your dolly girl stuff over there. Play with that."

I frowned. Sokka never had a problem with me playing with his stuff before. I sat on my bed and pouted, watching as he took the boomerang from of his back and placed it high on the shelf. That was weird. Sokka never took off his boomerang, except to bathe or sleep. Though he kept it in his hand while he slept. He opened the chest and grabbed up a bunch of his old toys, and then dumped them on my bed.

"Here." he said. "These are yours now."

I grinned and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Sokka!"

He patted my head and tried to smile as I pulled away. Then I remembered something.

"But...what are you gonna play with?" I asked, holding his waist loosely.

His weird smile disappeared, and his face became more serious than I have ever seen it.

"No more games. Not for me."

He pulled away and reached behind his back. My eyes widened at the blue and white club that he held tightly in his hand. Where did that come from?

"Where'd you get that?" I asked, staring at it in awe. I was old enough to know that no one was allowed to have those things. Not even Dad. "You're not supposed to have that."

He put the club back and left the room, me trailing behind uneasily.

"I'm going back to the mountains for a bit." he announced, putting on his parka over the club.

"To hunt with Dad?"

He froze for a second. And then, a tiny smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah. Something like that." he said, pulling his hood up. He turned back to me and kissed my forehead. "Stay. Here."

I nodded, and then he was gone.

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A few months later, a big ship came to the village. I snuck away to see it come in the docks. It was huge and grey and pointed at the front. I hid behind a few barrels and watched it slow to a stop, the pointy end pulling away like an oven and landing on the snow with a loud thud. Two people came out. I felt confused. Why such a big ship if there were only two people inside?

There was a tall man in red and black and gold that flowed like a dress, with a long beard that looked like a snake. He looked like a prince. Beside him was a little boy with a ponytail and a furry red coat. He looked upset, eyes wet with tears, face scrunched up in a tantrum.

"Hey, you." a mean voice scared me. A big man with sideburns looked down on me angrily. "Go home. You can't be here."

I watched him with wide eyes, not saying a word. He rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath.

"Stupid kid." he grabbed me hard on my arm and threw me away from the crates. I fell back in the snow with an 'oomph,' watching as he lifted one box and walked towards the ship. I stuck my tongue out at him and scrambled up to find another hiding place.

I hid behind some crates on the other side of the docks and watched the two red strangers again. The tall prince talked to some other red men with scary masks. I couldn't hear what they were saying. I crept over to hide behind closer crates and peeked over the top. The prince told the boy to stay there while he went with the red men. The boy whined and fretted, but a look from the prince made him quiet again. As the tall man left, the boy crossed his arms, dropped heavily in the snow, and crossed his legs too. I watched him pout for a minute. He looked cold and wet and miserable. Every few seconds he would wipe his nose on his sleeve and make these whiny noises. I decided to cheer him up.

He heard me coming and snapped his head up excitedly.

"Papa…!" he trailed off when he saw me staring back at him on all fours. The frown returned. "Go away."

He didn't scare me, so I stayed. He didn't look scary at all, with his pale face, red cheeks and runny nose.

"Go away." he said again, looking over my shoulder. He shifted in his clothes and whispered, "Papa won't like you."

I frowned. His papa didn't know me. How come he didn't like me?

"Why won't he like me?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. His face changed when I said this, into something mean, like when Sokka says I have to sled after him because he's the oldest.

"Because you're a Water Tribe peasant." he says proudly.

I felt even more confused. I was Water Tribe, but I had no idea what a peasant was.

"What's-?" We both jumped at the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Who's your friend, son?" the prince said. His smile made me want to run away. The boy scrambled up to stand.

"She's not my friend, Papa." he said. That hurt my feelings. I was really hoping we could be friends.

"Oh?" the prince said, turning to me. "Are you lost, child?"

My nose scrunched up. Of course I'm not lost!

"No." I drawled out.

His strange smile grew. "Well, then-"

"Katara!"

I turned and saw my brother running towards me. He looked at the others and ran faster. When he reached us, he grabbed my arm and shoved me behind him, holding it tightly. He looked at the prince, but only for a moment.

"I'm so sorry. She'll leave you alone now." he said breathlessly, turning to leave.

The tall prince chuckled, but nothing was funny.

"My, my. What terrible manners." he said, then after a moment, "Of course, I'd expect nothing less of a Water Tribe peasant."

I met the boy's eyes and he nodded firmly in response. Sokka gritted his teeth and turned slowly, as if it hurt to do so. And then, he bowed slightly and said, "My apologies, Your Majesty."

"That's better."

There was a long silence. Sokka was still bowing. The man was still smiling. The boy sniffled.

"What's a peasant?" I asked, still curious. The prince's gaze shifted to me.

"Your sister?" he confirmed, looking down at me. I wished I hadn't said anything.

Sokka's grip tightened on my arm.

"Yes." he said through clenched teeth. After a moment, "Your Majesty."

The prince leaned down and stared at me. I shuffled behind Sokka a little, whining softly in discomfort.

"Such pretty eyes." he said smoothly. The boy leaned forward to see and scrunched up his face at his father. He didn't seem to think so. "So very, very blue."

Sokka's breath hitched. "Katara's not a bender!"

The prince's gaze flicked up to Sokka, the corner of his mouth curling up.

"I never said she was."

Sokka squeezed his eyes shut. The prince stared at Sokka wordlessly. The boy wiped his nose.

"What's a peasant?" I asked again. The prince straightened and grasped the boy's small shoulder.

"Well, we must be heading back to the ship now. My son has had a long day, and I have some very important business in the morning."

He looked at me one more time. I shivered and shuffled further behind my brother, deciding he was the dragon, not the prince. Then he and the boy walked away, back to the ship. It was only when I felt a sharp tug on my arm did I realize Sokka was storming off to the village, dragging me behind him. My arm started to hurt.

"Sokka, my arm is hurting." I said, watching his white knuckles.

He didn't let go. I started tugging and pulling and dragging my feet in the snow to try and get my hand free, but he still wouldn't let go.

"Owwww."

My whine attracted the attention of a few passing villagers, but no one stopped to pull me away. I fussed more, looking for anyone to notice. But people looked at me as if I had caused trouble and was going home for a spanking. By the time we got to the house, I was flushed and angry and frustrated and almost in tears. My arm really hurt. Sokka let go of my arm just as I tugged one last time, and I fell back on my butt. He whirled around, looking so angry that my temporary tantrum was instantly forgotten.

"What were you doing with them?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn't know what to say. I was so shocked and confused by his anger.

"Katara, we've been through this! You don't talk to them, you don't look at them, you don't go near them! Ever!" his voice cracked.

Tears welled up in my eyes at his tone. What did I do wrong this time? I only wanted to cheer up the boy because he seemed so sad. I only wanted to ask if he would be the prince.

My breaths came in hiccups and I started to stutter. "I only...I only w-wanted...t-to...t-t-to p-play-"

His response was instant. "No, Katara! You don't play with the Fire Nation! They're the enemy!"

I reared back at his shouts with widened eyes, shock etched on my face. He glared at me, nostrils flared and fists tight, looking more angry and scared than I have ever seen him.

I started to cry.

I heard a loud sigh, and then he was on his knees and hugging me close. I squeezed my arms around his neck tightly and wailed loudly in his shoulder. He rubbed my back and sighed again.

"Look, kiddo, I'm sorry, okay?" he said, pulling back when I calmed down. "I just don't want you to get hurt. The Fire Nation is dangerous. Do you understand?"

I didn't understand. I didn't understand anything. The boy wasn't dangerous. He was cold and wet and had a runny nose.

"I don't want you talking to them again, okay?" Sokka said, his tone hardening again.

I looked down and sniffled. "'Kay."

He kissed my forehead and hugged me again.

After that, Sokka made me a bowl of soup and said he'd give me a piggyback until Mom and Dad got home. We play wrestled and played horsey, then after I had a bath, he told me about when I was born, and how he had wanted a boy instead and wanted Mom to switch with one of the other babies in the village, but now he was glad he had a little sister to protect. I already heard the story a bunch of times, but I liked to hear it again anyway.

By the time Mom and Dad came home, I had forgotten all about pouting red boys and mean dragon men.

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The next day, Dad took Sokka to go hunting with him again.

So I was left to help Mom around the house. I dried the dishes she washed, and threaded the needles for sewing, and rinsed the clothes she washed in my bucket. I started to get tired, so Mom told me to go play because I had been a big help. I was looking for Sokka's soldier when someone started banging on the door.

"Kya! Kya, come quick!"

I ran down the hall and saw a man calling to my mother. His wife was having a baby, and he needed her help. He said there was something wrong. My mother set down the broom and rushed to the door.

"Can I come?" I asked.

"No, not this time, baby." she grabbed the door behind her. "Stay here."

The door shut. I stared at it for a long time, debating what I should do. After a while, I decided to stay. It was what Mom would want me to do, and I would listen to her.

I didn't last a minute.

I decided to play in the outskirts of the village, where there were a lot of mountains and snowy hills. That way, no one would see me, and there would be no red men watching me, even though they were nowhere to be found ever since the ship arrived yesterday. I walked for a long time, looking at the white mountains and snowy grounds. I climbed the top of a small hill and looked back at where I had come from. I could see the entire village from here. The igloos and the docks, and the penguins near the sea. Everyone seemed tiny from here. I smiled. For once, I was the bigger person. I shifted my toys in my hands. I brought the princess and the prince and the dragon with me, hoping I could find a nice place to play.

I turned around on the hill and saw it. Giggling happily, I ran down the hill as fast as I could. It was a princess castle, with walls as high as my shoulders and as thick as Daddy's leg. I giggled again and threw my toys in, climbing inside after them happily. It was a good castle, as big as the igloos Sokka makes at home. My princess finally had her castle.

The prince and the princess were about to get married when I heard footsteps. I froze and listened again. The crunches were getting louder. I peeked over the edge of the wall. Our eyes met. I ducked back down.

"Hey! Who's there?"

It wasn't Dad, or Mom, or Sokka.

"Who's there?" the voice yelled again.

I pressed my back against the wall, clutching the stuffed tiger seal to my chest.

"Come out, now! I...I have fire!" the voice warned.

Fire?

Whoever it was seemed just as scared as I was.

"If you don't come out now, I'm calling my dad!"

I heard a sneeze, and just like that, I knew it was okay. I popped back over the wall.

"You!" he cried, and the thin wisp of fire in his hand vanished. He marched over to me in seconds. "What are you doing in my fort?"

"It's my princess castle." I told him, showing him my doll.

"No, it isn't. This is my battle fort. Go away."

"I'm playing." I explained.

His eyebrows furrowed together angrily, though he still didn't look scary. His nose was running.

"You can't play here! I built the fort, so it's mine!"

I shook my head, hands on my hips. "Nuh-uh. I got here first, so it's mine."

"No, it isn't!" he yelled, balling his fists.

"Yes it is!"

"No it isn't!"

"Yes it is!"

We heard loud footsteps approaching from around the hill. The boy's eyes widened. He scrambled over the edge of the wall and dropped down heavily beside me.

"Ow!" I cried. He landed on my hand.

"Shh!" he hissed, finger to his lips.

We were frozen silent as the men passed. I peeked over the edge, finding that they were not near the fort at all. The boy pulled me back down and put a finger to his lips again. I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn't making any noise, but he slapped a hand on my mouth and peeked over the edge himself. I pulled his hand away and peeked over next to him. The men had passed near the hill, and were tiny dolls now disappearing around another mountain. The boy made a 'whew' sound and sagged against the wall. I sat back on my heels and watched him. He frowned at me.

"You have to go now."

"How come?" I whined.

"Papa said not to talk to you ever again." he said, crossing his arms.

"Sokka said not to talk to you." I told him, arms crossed too. The boy seemed shocked by this.

"What? Why?"

"Cuz you're the emeny."

His face scrunched up.

"What's a emeny?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. But that's what you are."

"No, I'm not! I'm a boy!" he yelled, standing up. That reminded me of something.

"What's a peasant?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "I dunno. But that's what you are."

"How come?"

He got that look on his face again.

"Because I'm rich and you're poor. I'm better than you."

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yah-huh! I'm better than you, your dad, your mom, and your whole entire village. I'm a prince."

"Nuh-uh!" I yelled again, tears pooling in my eyes.

"Yah-huh. I live in a big palace with red carpets and fancy rooms and lotsa pictures on the wall. And I have servants who do whatever I tell them to!" he boasted. That made me silent. I tried to imagine myself in a big palace with red carpets and servants who did whatever I wanted.

"If you have a big palace, then why do you want my castle?" I asked. He seemed surprised by my question, and struggled for an answer.

"B-because I made it and it's mine!" he yelled, stomping his foot.

"We can share." I offered.

"I don't want to share with you." he huffed, turning his head away.

"My mama says it's good to share."

He turned back, leaning over me with his knuckles on his hips. "Well, my mama's not here. She's at home with Azzie."

"Look, see?" I said, pointing to his side and then mine. "You play over there, and I'll play over here."

He reached down and drew a line between us.

"Hey!" I said, frowning at him. "Your side is bigger!"

"I know." he said, sitting back against his wall.

"You can't do that. We both have to have the same sides."

"No, we don't. I'm a prince. I get a bigger side."

I crossed my arms and pouted. "That's not fair."

He didn't answer me, so I continued playing with my dolls. I expected him to start playing too, but he just sat there like I had seen him the first time, staring at the snow below him. After a while, I figured he didn't need his side that much, so I shifted over a bit.

"Hey! You're in my space!" he pointed at where my foot crossed the line.

"No, I'm not!" I said, pulling it back.

"Yes, you are! Move over!"

I didn't move. I was already back on my side.

"I said move over!" he pushed me further away from the line.

I recovered and pushed him back. "Don't push me!"

"I'm a prince. I'll push whoever I want!" he shoved me again.

I didn't sit back up.

"You're a meanie!" I yelled with tears in my eyes.

"You're a meanie!"

"No I'm not! You're a meanie!"

"Well, you're the meaniest, meanie peasant ever!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"I'm going home!" I announced, standing up and gathering my things.

"Good! Now I can have the fort all to myself!"

I huffed and climbed over the wall, then stomped all the way back home.

He's the meanie.

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A/N: So there's chapter 1. Part 2 will be up soon, since they were originally one long chapter that I split in half.

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-SilverLining33