Prologue:
Kole:
Water. Earth. Fire. Air.
When I was younger and the world was a much simpler place, my grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days. It was said to have been a time of peace and prosperity, when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But like every happy tale, the world eventually turned dark and corruption crept over the land like a shadow when the Fire Nation broke the peace and attacked.
The Avatar was the master of all four elements of magic. Being the only one of his kind, there were no others that could stop the ruthless firebenders as they swept over the lands, killing everything good and beautiful in their wake. But when the war was reaching it's peak and the world needed him most, he suddenly vanished and dissapeared without a trace, never to be heard from again...
...A hundred years had passed since then and the Fire Nation was nearing victory in the war. Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against them, leaving me and my sister to look after our tribe.
Some people believed that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads and that the cycle was broken. Rumors and theroies about what happened were always a popular topic of conversation. Did he run and hide like a coward or had he been slain in battle all those years ago? But all the theories ended the same...that he was gone, and we were doomed to an evil end.
But I hadn't lost hope. I still believed that somehow the Avatar would return and save the world from a fate that was worse than death.
