Prologue
He breathed in fresh air for the first time in one hundred years. He couldn't open his eyes yet, but he knew full well what he would see. Aang, his closest friend, had come at last.
Suddenly, the dry ice around him cracked and then shattered, and his eyes opened. Aang and two unknown people stood around him, their eyes wide. He didn't know how to react, or what to say, so he simply stood up and waited, his white skin glistening with water.
One of the people, a girl dressed in Southern Water Tribe garb, spoke uneasily. "Who are you?" she asked him tentatively.
"My name is Loki," he said. "I'm a bender."
Another person spoke, a young man with a boomerang strapped to his back, but this time to Aang. "How do you know this guy?" he asked him. "Why did we come to get him anyway? Isn't this just a waste of time?"
"No, it isn't," Aang said fiercely. He then turned towards Loki with a warm smile on his face. "This guy is like family to me. And to say that he isn't important... is the greatest understatement of all time."