This is just a try out thing. If you guys want me to continue this story, review okay? And I do not own avatar!

Intro

Since I was a little girl, my grandmother has told me of how the world was once made up of only Four Great Nations, named after the four elements; Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. I would sit on her lap, curled up in a ball and listen to her steady heartbeat as she spoke of each nation as if they had really existed. Of course my parents did not approve of her stories believing that she was senile and had wild sense of imagination.

An average toddler would be tucked in bed, prepared for a bedtime story read by their mother, lulled to sleep by her soft, hushed voice or a kiss on the forehead from their father but not me. My parents, being very ambitious, were often working late. I guess that's why I was so close to my grandmother. She was my motherly figure.

Her usual stories consisted of those certain individuals that could control one of the four elements. My favorite story, though, were the tale of the Avatars, the one person that could control all four elements to maintain the peace in the world. She told me the last known Avatar was an air-bender. He was the last link between the spirit world and our world and was no longer needed for the unease in the world had settled. The spirits have no longer granted us another Avatar since the death of the last for the cycle was broken. There was no longer an air-bender to replace the late Avatar for the Fire Nation had ensured the demise of all Air Nomads.

But that was over a thousand years ago. Those who have been taught by the Avatar believed a fresh start would allow the our world to move on and forget out past mistakes. A representative from each of the four nations gathered at the late Avatar Aang's deathbed, Prince Ash, Son of Fire Lord Zuko, representing the Fire Nation, Priestess Kami, representing the Water Tribes, Lady Toph, representing the Earthen Villages and the Avatar Himself, representing the Air Benders. Each of the representatives brought the flags of the respective Nations and destroyed them, thus starting a new era in our world.

The Four Great Nations further divided to form a new world with several countries and languages. Without the guidance of the spirit world, many lost track of their old belief and over the years, the secret to controlling the elements was lost...

My grandmother's old age caused her stories to be more bizarre and less believable. And I was growing up. Bad combo. By the time I was 10, my parents never allowed me to see my grandmother and told me to grow up and forget her old stories. I would have. I almost did. But ever since her death, it's all I could remember her by. Then on her death bed, she wastes her last breathes telling me the story that has been told to me so many times in my childhood. Now I wonder, why is this so important? Was my grandmother really nothing more than a senile old widow, or was there actually some truth behind all these tales?

Digging through my Grandparent's things I have discovered what I once thought to be nothing more than a fable, turns out to be a true story of our ancient relatives and reading through the old notes passed down from my mother's side, I realize that history is just about to repeat itself.

I am Edith and this is my story.

So what do ya'll think? Do you think I should continue? Is there anything I can improve on?