Water.

Earth.

Fire.

Air.

My grandmother tells me stories, sometimes, about the days Before; when the Water Tribe, Earth Kindgom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads lived in harmony and the Avatar, master of all four Elements, watching over them to keep the balance. That all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. The Avatar was the only one who could have stopped them, but, when the world needed him most, he vanished.

It's been a hundred years, and soon, the Fire Nation will have won this war.

Two years ago, the men of the village left to assist the Earth Kingdom in this war, as well as my mother. I was left to watch over the rest of the women and children, including my brother, the last South Pole waterbender.

I've heard whispers, rumors that the Avatar wasn't reborn, that the cycle was broken. My brother insists that it's not true, that we can't lose hope but I— I just don't know. . .