❝Even when people have lost hope, they always have faith in the Avatar.❞
❝Only problem is the Avatar's dead.❞


Water. Earth. Fire. And air.

There was once a time of peace, where the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads.

But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked

Only the Avatar, master of all elements could have stopped the ruthless firebenders.

But when the world needed him most, he vanished.

A hundred years have passed since and the Fire Nation is nearing victory after wiping out the Air Nomads out of fear of the next Avatar.

Many people believed that the Avatar cycle was broken, including me, but even without the Avatar, someone has to take a stand.

For two and a half years, my cousin has searched for the Avatar to regain his honor and I fear he's gone so far down this path he's lost to me. He must be if he would be so set on destroying the world's only remaining hope...

But we're not there yet. If you want to head all the way back to the beginning, I'm sorry, but this about is as far back as I can remember.

I am Prince Kazuo of the Fire Nation. Who I was before I became that, I'll never fully know. Even when my memories returned years later, they were shattered fragments. The person I was in that life and the person I am in this one are two separate people. This is the journey of how I discovered my past life and so much more than I imagined.