Ratava

When the Avatar was created by the universe it's sole duty was to create and maintain peace and balance to the world by the ability of controlling all four elements and being the spiritual bridge from our world to the spirit's. However power can turn the most innocent into a deadly force, and soon past avatars, long before Aang and Roku, became drunk with such power. One avatar after the next controlled the world using their talent of the elements.

In rage and retaliation, the Universe created the Ratava, the one to balance the Avatar. These two powerful forces fought over many reincarnation cycles until eventually, while in the Ratava State, the Avatar slain the Ratava, thus ending its reincarnation, and erasing it from history. The Ratava has been hid in history for thousands of years, till now.

Tenko's eyes landed upon the ancient scroll. He had finally found it, to think it was here, in the Southern Air Temple all this time. The key to the Fire Nation's success in this war, he couldn't help but smirk as he reached out and took the scroll from the centerpiece in the Air Master's chambers. He looked down at the freshly charred carcass of the former owner of this information, "pity you had no idea what to do with this information!" He scorned the so called 'master'. He walked out of the chamber, leaving the room to fill with the stink of burning flesh, Tenko walked out to the air nomads courtyard and looked over the burnt and ruined former walls. He heard two more screams till all was silent. He breathed in the smell of fire and ash, smiling as he walked over the bodies.

"Now, how to get this plan to work?"

Almost 100 years later, the scroll was put to use, after much speculation and criticism on this plan. The Fire Sages took the scrolls carefully in their palms and rolled it open once more. Checking to make sure they had correct ingredients, finally, they were sure. They bent low and set aflame the boy and spirits, along with other ingredients. The boy just calmly looked at the flames that crawled up his body, almost smiling. The spirits cried out, scared and feared for their lives. The flames grew higher until finally the screams ended and the only sound in the chamber was the crackling, dying fire.

Then almost as if someone took in a large gasp of breath, the air rushed by the Fire Sages heads, pulling at their hair. Circling into almost a vortex where the charred boy was standing. A strong light filled the room from the body, looking closely the light poured out of two eye sockets. Then the air that had been pulled in was pushed out in such a force everything was pushed to the ground and the ground itself was overturned.

The Fire Sages looked up at the glowing figure, standing alone among corpses and a burnt stand. He let out a breath and stepped down. And in a flash of an eye let out a stream of fire from his mouth, then he raised water from the very air. If one could see through the huge cloud of smoke and dust you could see the slow smile that spread across his face, which was quickly removed and replaced with his calm expression, the one he held before the stand was set aflame. He scanned the room and found the High Fire Sage, and bowed low before him.

The Fire Sage held a smirk, that reached his cold, glinting, calculating eyes "he's ready."

Ok so this is my first fanfiction, EVER! So sorry if it's crappy! Let me know! This is just the prologue I have MUCH MUCH more to come.