Hi! This is a new storyline a friend and I are working on... Review if you like it, so we can know if we should continue it on!
*I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender.*
In a world ravaged by violent storms and gargantuan waves, there was a little Water Tribe village, a seemingly unimportant cluster of floating huts. In one of the huts there resided a young boy, around the age of twelve, a thoughtful expression on otherwise guarded features. He had just received a letter from his great uncle in the Capitol.
Now, before I get too carried away with the story, let me tell you the background of such a tale…
Three years ago, Earth was peaceful, untainted by conflict, as the citizens had moved on from the events of the Hundred Year War and anti-bending ideas four generations ago. Furthermore, the modernization that occurred back during the Chun Tai Era had been discarded and devolved back into the times of the Ri Wu Era, because everyone preferred the way things were back then to the machines plaguing the cities, causing more trouble than that which they were actually worth.
Then, on a blustery outpost on the state of the Southern Water Tribe, sentries spotted unfamiliar metallic contraptions gradually growing larger on the distant horizon. Their build was unlike the ships of the Fire Nation; they were sleeker, and seemed to move at least twice as fast.
With a note of fear, the sentries tried to discern where the ships may have come from. Their direction was that of uncharted sea, thought that was due to the past war's annihilation of the Airbenders, for those waters were known for having unyielding gusts, forcing out any who try to enter. No one had brought up the idea of having any of the Avatars since clear the way, so it had been left an unknown corner of the world for centuries.
As the strange ships grew closer, the men grew more and more worried. Keeping an isolationist mindframe over the generations had kept them from exploring past the already-established boundaries of the known lands.
The ships were ever closer now, and the sentries felt a sense of foreboding as they scrambled to contact their general. One looked up, and with a cry, alerted the others to do so as well. The leading vessel seemed to be charging up with a form of light, and a short moment after, appeared to project an item into the sky.
It was rapidly approaching their outpost, the men noted with alarm. Hastily attempting to form a defense line, the Benders readied their walls. But it was no use. Upon impact, there was no outpost to be seen, only rubble and ruin and ice.
Thus was the fall of life as it was known.
Thus was the beginning of the Xi Era.
So, what do you think? Worthy of continuation?