Prologue: Time is an Illusion, as is Pants
The day slipped by into weeks. The anxious breathing turned more like a nervous cry everyday. The weeks turned into months. They needed to do something. No more waiting we must take action, Months turned into years. They fought, we fought back. But how long can we keep this going. Years turned into decades. Where are you? There winning, and we need your help. The decades turned into a century. And still the Avatar was missing.