The Fire Nation has been alerted...

Not too far away from the village, a large black ship was approaching quickly. "Finally, I'll find him.." Fire Prince Zuko mumbled under his breath, before shouting at his men to just break through the ice. He had seen a very bright light in the distance, and he could feel that he had finally found his target. After all this time of being away from home, banished in a quest to restore his honor, he would finally find the avatar. Of course, his Uncle would tell him not to get excited too quickly, but Zuko wasn't excited. He felt angrier than ever before, all kinds of frustrations pent up inside of him. Maybe it was a northern light after all, but it had given him some hope. He desperately needed to have some hope, and they needed to stop for supplies anyhow. They couldn't keep sailing around on these waters, knowing the Avatar had to be there. It was close enough to the Temple of the Avatar born in the Air Nation side of the cycle, and it was the South Pole where the next Avatar in the cycle could've possibly be born. They couldn't keep hiding forever, he thought to himself.

Finally, after riding the giant Sky Bison back to the village, Aang and Sokka were greeted by the confused and even frightened stares of the village women. An outsider could only spell doom and disaster, as the village elders have learned time and time again. An older yet gorgeous woman suddenly emerged from the large crowd gathered at the entrance to their tiny, struggling settlement. She bore a striking resemblance to Katara and Sokka, her hair even braided into Katara’s traditional hair-loopies, as she looked Aang up and down closely with her pale, icy blue eyes. Despite her age, she was still quite a remarkable beauty. Her hair had grayed somewhat but it was clear that she gave birth to the mother of the siblings at quite a young age. Her slim, heart-shaped face looked surprisingly youthful, bearing little signs of age, as her soft, rosy cheeks, luscious, pouty lips, and straight, slender nose reminded the mysterious Air Nomad so much of the Water Tribe slut he throatfucked not so long ago. And of course, just like Katara, the most notable aspects of her thick, voluptuous body were her hefty breasts, sultry hourglass waist, incredibly wide, curvy hips, thick, shapely legs, and her outrageously fat ass. She was truly a somewhat less curvy and mature version of Katara.

As she slowly approached Aang, she could smell the distinct stench of sex and lust wafting off his taut, muscular physique, visibly cringing as the pungent, primal musk assaulted her sensitive nose.

“You’re no mere Airbender, isn’t that right? 100 years ago, after the death of Avatar Roku, a new Avatar was born into the next nation in the cycle… An Airbender. You’re him, aren’t you? The Avatar.” She asked, though she clearly already knew the answer. It was a shock for Sokka and Katara however, no matter if they had already suspected something to be strange about their new friend. “My name is Kana. And my people have suffered greatly because of this war and your absence. Your presence here will only cause nothing but problems and might even draw the Fire Nation back to us. I won’t allow that to happen.”

"100... 100 years?" Aang had frozen in place, in the middle of the village. Since he covered Katara's mouth full of semen and utterly covered her, he had been thinking about what happened but he had never realized how bad it was. How long he had been away after he ran away from the Air Temple. Apparently, it had been 100 years. 100 years of being stuck in the ice, and apparently there had been some sort of war. How did this woman know he was the Avatar? He could just be a regular Air Nomad coming to visit, for some reason. "I'm sorry, you're right. I should go, head back to the temple." He stuttered, clearly in complete shock at the revelations. All of his friends, they would've died already - but there was still a new generation of Airbenders to go back to.

Maybe he could make up for his mistakes, but he had a bad feeling about everything. It might have something to do with Gran-Gran's tone, which made him suspect that an Air Nomad was a very rare thing in times like these, while they used to visit this place every now and then. Not every year for fun of course, but enough to trade stories and supplies.

However, as he turned around to run away - he stumbled face-first into the snow.

“Please, Kana! Don’t make him leave! At least let him stay until morning!” “Yeah! We haven’t had another man around here in such a long time! Let us at least greet with a warm welcome!” “A feast! Sea urchins! South Pole Prunes! Walrus-Seal Stew! Pretty please, Kana! It’s only right! It’s a tradition to treat all guests with the right kind of hospitality!” The women of the Southern Water Tribe all suddenly spoke up at once, standing their ground against the esteemed Tribal Elder, as Kana slowly shook her head in disbelief herself. Of course, the women, each and everyone starved for sex and desperate for a big, fat, meaty monster cock to breed their tight, needy cunts, would be swayed by Aang’s mere presence here.

Even Kana herself could feel it, the raw sexual energy emanating from the young, tattooed Air Nomad like a fiery heat. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter just from standing next to the irresistible young stud, soaking her plump, curvaceous thighs in her own steamy, sticky, and delectably sweet sugars, while the eyes of her and every other woman in their small, wintery village stared hungrily at the outlandishly fat, beefy slab of veiny, virile, gargantuan-sized breeding beef jutting inside his tight trousers like a third leg. Kana let out a weary sigh as Aang fell face-first into the snow. “Wait.” The village women’s eyes suddenly went wide with excitement as they waited silently for their respected elder to speak. “You can at least stay till morning…” Kana would soon regret those words as a loud, startling crash suddenly tore through the serene tranquility of their frigid homeland.

“Oh no…” Kana looked up and saw it, the familiar sight of black smoke funneling up into the bright blue sky. It was the telltale sign of a Fire Nation vessel, the kind that breached their shores time and time again many years ago. “Sokka! Get your sister inside! And you, Airbender! Hide for now! Seeing you might only set these Fire Nation Soldiers off.” The outrageously voluptuous woman insisted, as the other girls all ducked inside their huts, terrified of the fury these Fire Nation brutes might unleash on their poor, defenseless village.

Right at that moment, a ship broke through the ice completely to crash right into the small village of the South Pole. The ramp on the front fell open, and a couple of Fire Nation soldiers marched out - followed by the exiled Fire Prince...