The breeze lifted up and blew through her dark brown locks, and she sniffed the air, knowing that she was truly free. That was what an Airbender was born to be, that is what she was. The gray rock on the hillside, surrounding Air Temple Island, was the perfect viewing point for the golden sunset that was making its way across the sky. Master Jinora of the Air Nomads breathed in, sighing slowly. The forty-year old Airbender was the third Airbender to be seen in 200 years, it had been 100 Years since the former Avatar Aang, her late grandfather, had defeated Fire Lord Ozai.

Now Jinora had a family of her own to watch over. One son and a husband, she could handle easily, but Jinora was purposed with being a Councilwoman in Republic City. Along with that, she was responsible for the affairs of the Air Nomads elsewhere in the world, and the now hundred Air Acolytes residing on Air Temple Island. Her father, Tenzin, was now near the end of his life at eighty years of age. Soon it would pass to Jinora to be one of the few Airbenders left in the world; and she had to carry on all the traditions and customs of her people that had been burned in the ashes of the Fire Nation and rekindled by her grandfather. It wasn't an easy task, but Jinora took it with pride and joy.

At the moment, there was a grand total of nine Airbenders alive in the world; and all of them were descendants of Avatar Aang. Jinora stood from the grassy rock from which she had been watching, and gave a final look at the huge statue of her grandfather whom she never met, and then left.