By Derumon

Prologue: A Beginning to All things

Samson fell to the ground, bloodied and beaten. The towering figure luring over him was that of Ponk, the nomad leader from the tribe of Sur and an Earthbender. Samson was losing hope he would ever save the newborn Avatar from this beast. This cliff was where he was to make his last stand against this savage. He was so sure that once Ponk knew his son was the Avatar, he would let samson handle the rest. Ponk however, had different plans.

"You thought it would be so easy?" Ponk said, mocking Samson "You thought I would ever let the Avatar out of my sights! Walking into my tribe and trying to take my son from me? You're pathetic. You honestly thought it would be that easy?"

Samson struggled to get up. The dead bodies piled against the burning remains of the Sur village was only a reminder of what a monster Ponk was. Killing his brothers just so he could have the Avatar for himself. Samson knew he had to save the Avatar.

"T-The Avatar must be saved" Samson Choked out "He is not your slave!"

Ponk laughed

"Fool!" He yelled at the broken man "With the Avatar in my grasp, I shall conquer the Alliance and destroy the Republic! No longer will nations be divided! I shall rule the world!"

"N-No!" Samson said, with a spiteful tone "The Avatar is not your tool! You will not use him as such!"

Ponk laughed. Using his Earthbending, he grabbed the half dead Samson and brought him face to face.

"Oh no?" Ponk Mocked, "And who's going to stop me?"

Samson gathered all his strength. He had to do something. Avatar Korra had made him promise to protect the next Avatar. He concentrated, and with all him might clenched his fist into a powerful ball.

"Me" Samson Whispered.

Using his strength, he broke out of the Earth pillar holding him back. He then kicked Ponk in the Shin, and using his Firebending, hurled three fireballs right into the face of the unsuspecting and disoriented Ponk. He clutched his face in pain and was spinning and walking with no direction, and as if in one swift motion, Ponk fell off the cliff. Samson, after seeing the display, fell to his knees, exhausted and wiry. Samson looked at the burned village again. He sighed. He failed Korra. But then, as if a beacon of light had appeared before him, he heard the sounds of a baby crying. He went over to see if his suspicions where true. He saw, amongst the body of a mother, a bundle. He moved closer and saw that it was moving. Samson eagerly moved towards the child and picked it up.

"It's alright." He whispered to the crying child. "It's alright. The bad man can't hurt you anymore. You're safe with me."

Samson left the sight, charred, a scar left on the face of the earth. Samson took the baby far away from this cruel and unforgiving world.

'The next Avatar must not live in such a place' he thought 'On my honor, I shall protect him. I promise you this Korra. I promise.'

Fire, Air, Water, Earth. Years have passed since the new age of spirits. The world has changed, and Avatar Korra has passed. With her passing, I, Samson, was tasked with finding the next Avatar. Things, however, have changed. The world is divided in two; North and South. With this, came two nations. The United Republic of Nations, a democracy, and The Alliance of Nations, an empire. The Republic seeks to better the spirits and humans by moving them into the future. The Alliance however, want to keep things in the past. This started a cold war between the two, and with this change, I had to find the Avatar as quickly as possible. Only The Avatar can master all four elements, and bring peace to the world.