Summary: It is one hundred years since the beginning of Sozin's War. And one day ago, five young lives were shattered.
Warnings: This story takes place in an alternate timeline. Although none of the following has anything to do with the prolouge...Certain characters, such as Aang, have been born a hundred years later than when they were in cannon. Others have been born earlier. Some characters are dead that are alive in series and vice versa. It will later focus on several aspects of the Spirit World that have not been touched upon. And the Ocean Spirit is female (black = yin = feminine).
Prologue: Avatarship
It is one hundred years since the passing of Avatar Roku and the world still grieves his loss.
His name is Jinju and he is all too young but he knows his duty, understand the balance better than most could ever perceive. And so he will look into the eyes of Firelord Sozin and smile, knowing his death will save his people.
It is eight-four years since the execution of Avatar Jinju and the world still rages at his death.
She is forty years old and has never known a day of peace—hounded by the Fire Nation and detested by her home Tribe for what she is, what she must be. Her name is Kana and she knows that now, it is all too late even as she feels her life ebbing from her still-breathing corpse.
"Kana, please." His name was Muric and much too young for her, but Kana loved him dearly. "Please, don't—"
She will smile sadly, and tighten her hand around his. "Hakoda," she says. "I've always wanted a son named Hakoda." And so she will let the darkness take her with only one regret…
"Kana!"
It is forty-four years since the untimely death of a runaway waterbender and the world still waits for her birth.
The not quite so young anymore merchant watches the dying fire, hears it whisper its last breath, even as the bandits surround his camp.
Red is not his color, he thinks, before dusting off his trousers and preparing himself for an overly exiting night.
His name is Li Jinan and he will die in three days.
It is twenty-five years since the murder of a meager merchant and the world is unknowing.
She is three years old tomorrow and doesn't have a name. But that's okay, because the nice men in red call her their "little princess".
She is three years old today and doesn't know her parents. But that's okay, because the nice men in red treat her like a princess.
She is three years old yesterday and doesn't know what death is. But that's okay because the nice men in red say, "It won't hurt a bit, princess."
It is sixteen years since the sacrifice of a little nameless girl and the world doesn't care.
It is sixteen years since the birth of a boy and he is falling.
It is nine years since an act of love saved a life.
It is six years since a man escaped from hell and swore revenge.
It is one year since three children on three seperate days earned their masteries.
It is eight months since the Bei Fong family was slaughted en route to the Fire Nation.
It is six months since a young captain of the Chaa Dhaai was forced to make a brutal decision.
It is three months since two siblings embarked on a quest to find the Avatar.
It is one month since a unit of the 41st division disappeared.
It is one day since the untimely death of Master Gyatso and the world shatters.