The Legend of Aiwa
Air...
Water...
Earth...
Fire.
In the Silent Fortress, the survivors of the Four Nations live together in safety and harmony.
But the world has fallen out of balance.
The Winter is cold, and few live beyond the walls of the Silent Fortress, the last, great bastion of human survival.
Growing up under the watchful eyes of the Preservation, I was always told that the Avatar's role was to maintain balance and peace.
If that's true, then the previous Avatar failed in his duty to protect world.
Since the death of Avatar Korra, over sixty years ago, the conflicts that have plagued the world have only grown more destructive, and mankind's final battle, with nature itself, was one he lost.
I survived nature's harshest touch myself, a corruption of the flesh, thanks to the Preservation. They claim to do good, to be the sole force holding back the extinction of our species, but I can't help but feel like there's so much more to everything than what I've been taught.
I seek the truth, and with it, mastery of myself. I must put an end to the suffering of this world, and bring balance to all.
