40 years ago a giant fireball flew through the night sky radiating its power upon the world. This power was used by the tyrant Lord Ozai to feul his final push in a war lasting 100 years. His army of firebenders harnessed its power and decimated most of the remaining cities of the other nations.

The kingdoms of the Earth King were under siege and the icy palaces of the water tribes struggled to continue on in a world engulfed in war. The four great temples of the North, South, East, and West lay empty echoing memories of the people who once lived there. Four nations separated by the very elements that held their world together.

However an ancient power remained to aid the world in its time of need. The original master of the four elements, the avatar, held together the bonds between the four great nations and crushed the power of the firelord and his army of fiery minions with the help of the greatest bending masters from each of the nations.

The earth was swept in joy and celebration upon the descent of the firelord and his armies, even the malicious Princess Azula had been cast out of the firenation and forgotten. The old masters passed down their knowledge to the next generation and a new world order of peace came about under the four masters and the avatar.

While the world was in celebration and rejoice, the clever princess Azula now stripped of her title had a son, to whom she taught all of her violent bending techniques and cunning. This threat was ignored by even the masters as the training continued in secret and the worlds peace began to fall out of balance once more.

The avatar had became deathly ill nearly 16 years ago and passed on to the spirits leaving the world alone to await the next avatar to be born unto the water tribe.

Zai son of Azula began to attack small towns and villages across the nations challenging the power of the old masters. But they kept the peace, and waited anxiously for the next avatar to restore balance to the earth once more. Water, Earth, Fire, and Air, only the avatar was master of the four elements, and only he could restore balance to the world…….

16 years ago hope returned as the full moon rose and the power of the spirits could be felt across the icy tundra of the southern water tribe. Snow whirled across the dank and empty sheets of ice that covered the water tribes home land. The moon reflected upon the waters of the southern sea appearing as a quivering fish riding the rippiling waves. Katara the master of water bending and all of its many forms swayed side to side as the wind blew through her dark hair and tears trikled down her cheek as she felt a familiar presence around her she stared into her reflection smiling through her pain as she turned around with her hair whipping across her face as she screamed out,

"AANG!! Aang! I knew I knew you weren't..you weren't…"

The snow flew through the air and the shape of the previous avatars body was formed by the floating powder. It seemed as though the figure smiled a while at the crying master and almost reached out to touch her before the wind blew hard once more and the snow floated off into the distance towards the capitol city of the southern water tribe, Katara ran behind the drifting snow reaching up and grabing about with her hand in hopes of catching the hand of her love in the air as the wind seeped through the gates with the snow following close at hand, the figure formed once more.

"Aang….Aang why do you torture me like this! Why do you run when all I want is to hold you close and, and, just be yours! Be mine…"

The figure frowned and dipped its head as it began to flow upon the wind once more leading to a small icy hut towards the middle of the city.

"Aang…thank you…"

Katara knew what he was trying to show her, the figure smiled and held its arm out towards the entrance as the wind blew once more Katara stood still smiling as her hair flew about in the wind and the snow entered the hut, she stood still for a while before finally going in to see a woman lying still with a child in her arms crying. She whispered to herself,

"aang…"

However this tender moment fell short of a joyous celebration as child cried and cried but the mother never moved to coddle or hush the child. The master Katara moved forward towards the mother and child and drew water from the very walls that surrounded them, she put her palm forward as the water glowed over her hand and she placed it upon the silenced mother. She lowered her head in dismay and lifted it up only to reveal the drops of water falling from her face to the ground she leaned forward shushing the child in a whisper as she slowly loosened the grip of the cold stiff woman and retrieved the child. The master stepped out of the cursed hut and out into the dark cold city looking into the sky to the shining moon.

Through this horrible occasion the greatest joy for the earth came forth in the form of a baby girl whom the master would raise and train and protect for all the life she had ahead of her, no matter how hard it was, or how hard it would get.