OK, this is my story about a modern Avatar where I will set the ATLA universe in atime that is roughly 2007 United States of America. I kind of changed the opening sequence to fit this fanfic so it will set the scene for the rest of this story.
I DO NOT OWN AVATAR!!!! Becides, if I did then I'd be cashing in on royalties checks and not making these stories.
So, I don't own ATLA, Viacom does.
Water. Earth. Fire. Air.
My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace where those of all bending skills; waterbenders, earthbenders, firebenders, airbenders, and those of no bending skill lived together in harmony; a time when the Unites States of America was whole.
But that all changed after the rigged election and the terror attacks.
The once great world power, the United States, has broken up into four separate nations.
Then the North attacked.
Only the Avatar mastered all four elements.
Only he could stop the ruthless North, but when the America needed him most, he vanished.
A hundred years have passed, and the North is nearing victory in the war.
Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the South to help fight against the North, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe.
Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads and that the cycle is broken.
But I haven't lost hope.
I still believe that somehow, the Avatar will return to save the America.