Hello all, and welcome to my story!
This will be a fanfiction of Avatar: The Last Airbender, although none of the characters from the series will be in it. They – mostly Aang – will probably be mentioned from time to time, though.
This is my first fanfiction ever, so please critique it.
By the way, this first chapter will not be the style in which I write for the rest of the fic. This is just kind of the chapter to let you know what's going on. The rest of the story will be in third person format.
Please enjoy, and R&R :)
Avatar: The Resurrection
Prologue
When the world was young and in touch with the Spirit World,
there existed four nations that lived together in harmony: the Fire
Nation, Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, and Air Nomads. Each nation could
bend one of the four basic elements that existed, which were fire,
earth, water, and air.
The nations didn't always get along, though, and often had wars
with one another. They retained balance because of the Avatar, who
could bend all four elements and bring peace to the world. He was the
bridge between the mortal world and the Spirit World, and life was
unimaginable without him or her in existence.
Every time the old Avatar died, they were reborn into the next
nation in the cycle. This cycle had existed for thousands of years and
was yet to be broken. Life was well for everyone as long as the
nations knew they had hope in the Avatar.
Times changed, and slowly, the world did as well. New machines
started to be developed that improved the nations way of life. New
styles of clothing developed, new languages, buildings, food - so many
new ways came that the old ways were slowly forgotten; the culture,
the Spirit World, even the graceful art of Bending disappeared. And
one day, the last Avatar died.
The cycle was broken, and the Avatar's spirit was not reborn.
The spirits of the Earth watched as humans developed many
different and strange things, polluting and destroying the Earth, and
slowly destroying themselves. But without the Avatar, the spirits had
no way to communicate with the Earth and tell humans to stop. All they
could do was watch in sadness.
But the old ways were not completely forgotten. Throughout the
world in small numbers, a few people still kept the old ways sacred
and they hoped and prayed for a new Avatar to come and save the humans
from themselves.
A thousand years had passed after the final Avatar's death when
a miracle happened: the spirits finally broke through into the mortal
world.
And the Avatar was reborn.