Katara loses her clothes

Katara ran through the streets of the small village. The houses made of ice and furs, and the black snow falling everywhere, now combined with soot from the Fire Nation warship's imposing engine. Her haste had soaked her only clothes when she fell in a disgusting puddle...

Katara arrives at the hut and locks the door. She takes off her clothes and walks to the center of the hut. Shivering from the cold, Katara lights the fire pit.

She then puts on a fur blanket and sits down, waiting for what could happen. She doesn't know if the Fire Nation soldiers will attack or not, but it wouldn't be nice to be attacked while wearing only cotton panties.

Meanwhile at the market....

"They're here. They've broken through our gates." The woman who worked as a helper shouted in a scared voice.

Water Soldier: Stay calm, we can't fight them.

"What if they take us to the Fire Nation? Or even worse, the colonies?" The woman cried in desperation.

On the main road, approaching the council building, the royal guard walked imposingly.

Zuko: "The water tribe is ours, they have no more benders, even the spirits will bow to our power!"

He said, his voice warm, his mind and man determined.

Some soldiers were dressed in golden armor, their helmets decorated with red cloth, and they had their faces covered with masks, making their voices sound metallic. In the middle of the group, was the young prince. Zuko's had a strong expression, his beard was well-groomed, his clothes elegant...

As they approached the the council room, the door was destroyed in seconds by the prince's powerful bend, the heat he had sent towards the door evaporated some fragments before they even reached the ground. But but unfortunately for him; the room was empty...

"Damn coward Pigs! Search all the huts." Zuko said.

"Yes sir, all huts." Said the royal guards. Running out to demonstrate productivity to superiors...