Prologue
I had never seen so much that was good in the world become corrupted so fast. After the defeat of Fire Lord Ozai, we had four years of peace and Avatar Aang had finally restored balance to the nations, with aid of Fire Lord Zuko. But their reign came to a swift end, at the edge of a lightning bolt. Word first reached of Azula's escape and then not even a week later, a guard discovered Ozai dead in his cell. The manhunt for Azula started, but it was all in vain.
For Azula had discovered a new style of benders, who bent not the elements, but the shadows in the dark. These 'shadow' benders proved to be better fighters than most soldiers of the other elements and Azula seemed immune to damage behind her army. However, in the end one man came before Azula. My sister's husband went up against Azula, but meet his demise at the receiving end of one of Azula's lightning attacks. With the Avatar dead, Azula struck fear into the hearts of many and took back the Fire Nation from her brother. He disappeared that day, for reason known to no other than himself.
And from there, Azula picked apart the peace with ease and before we knew it, she had the other nations in checkmate, ready to deliver the final blow. Yet something happened and Azula withdrew her forces from many of her battles. She focused solely on the demise of the Southern Water Tribe and the Foggy Swamp Water Tribes. Azula promised peace to the others, providing any water tribe member would be brought before her. She allowed the waterbenders a place of refuge in the North Pole and all who tried to live elsewhere meet a swift demise.
Naturally a rebellion started, but it's campaign was not long lived. The shadowbenders struck down all opposition without hesitation and the Rebels became nothing more than a rag-tag group of freedom fighters.
I offered my services to the Rebels, but I had been injured permanently in the battle against Ozai in my youth and they could find little use for me. Apparently knowing the Avatar and having a hand in Ozai's defeat is no longer the feat it use to be. I haven't seen my sister, Suki, or Toph in years. Aang and Appa were gone and Momo had nowhere else to go, so we stayed together. But the loss of his kind and the last of the Air Nomads weakened Momo and the little guy didn't have the fight in him to carry on for much longer.
It's been over ten years since Azula's rise to power. I once taught students how to fight with the sword, but after a near execution, I had no choice but to flee. Now I live in the ruins of my home, as if waiting for another chance. Waiting for another boy in the iceberg…