Water…
Earth...
Fire…
Air…
My Grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days: a time of peace, when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation and Air Nomads.
But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
Only the Avatar mastered all four elements; only he could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished.
A hundred years have passed, and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the war. Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe.
Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads and that the cycle is broken, but I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow, the Avatar will return to save the world.
But, there is another story to consider…
Five years before Fire Lord Sozin's invasion of the world, and annihilation of the Air nomads. He began by conquering his own land.
To the west, the Fire Lord, ruling the mainland of the Fire Nation. And to the east, in the direction of the sun, was the Phoenix King, the lord of the Eastern Isles, the rich and vibrant lands of the archipelago. Gold, jewels, and most valuable of all, the royal family who resided there, guarding a special power, passed from parent to child, proof of their heritage.
To conquer the Fire Nation, and unite it under a single banner, Sozin carried out his coup, catching his rivals by surprise, in the dead of night, killing most, and branding those who remained, so that they would never challenge him again. To fight, or live, that was their choice. And to drive the knife further, Sozin banished them from their home, forcing them to seek shelter elsewhere.
But distance and banishment would not protect them.
And here…is where a young girl's story begins…