Author's Note: Happy Dooms-Day everyone! I had to upload a new chapter before the world ended, so here is chapter two! The war will be metioned in this chapter, but it has been going on for 1000 years instead of 100. So now you wonted have to be confused when they are talking about the 1000 year war.

I opened my eyes, slowly adjusting to the dim light of the room. How did I get here? I wondered. The last thing I remembered was having fire shot at me from all directions, the rest was a blur. But that was in the Fire Nation, now I was in a room with airbender symbols written along the walls.

As I looked around the room, I could see most of my belongings: weapons, clothes, books, scrolls. The way they were lined up confused me, they looked like they were on display.

Now I was more confused than ever. So I decided to read the writings on the wall. Most off it was history about me: when I was born, how I learned to bend, battles I'd been in. Boring stuff.

I skimmed most of the writings, but one, in particular caught my eye: This tomb is dedicated to the First Avatar Ariana, who died in one of the opening battles of the war.

My heart stopped at that moment. Dead? Did everyone think I was dead? How long have I been gone?

I sat up and I gasped in pain. I looked down at my shoulder and saw it had not healed from the battle a few nights ago. Or is it a few years? But how would I still have all my wounds from the battle if it had occured many years ago?

"You're finally awake, after all this time," this voice had startled me. I hadn't noticed anyone else in here.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My name is General Iroh," said the elderly man.

We both sat in silence. Honestly, I wasn't sure I could trust this man yet. Why was he here? Could he be an enemy? Did he know how I got here?

"This is a tomb," I said, finally breaking the silence.

"Yes," he replied.

"But it's my tomb. I'm not dead though," I paused, " Can you please explain what's going on?"

General Iroh looked at me sympathetically, as if he were sorry for me, then said, "It was believed that you died 1,000 years ago,at the begining of the war. But the line of the First Avatar never continued, so no one knew what happened."

"One thousand years?" I asked, "But how would you explain my wounds? They still seem fresh. The can't have been from 1,000 years ago. And I'm only 13, I don't look any older."

"When I found you, you were encased in a ball of fire, and you were in the Avatar State. I believe this has preserved your body, as well as your injuries. I had to firebend to get you out."

"Wait a minute," I said, "You're a firebender? And you saved me? Does this mean the war's over?"

"I'm afraid not," he said, shaking his head sadly, "But you will find that there is good as well as bad within all nations."

"Uncle?" called the voice of a young boy, "Uncle? Where are you?"

I looked at General Iroh for explaination.

"Quickly, you must go. It's not safe for you here any more," he said, very panicked.

"What? Why?"

"You need to know that there are some people in this world who would do anything to find the Avatars and five them to the Firelord. You are in danger and must leave."

"But...," I started.

"Go!" he hissed, urging me to leave.

I quickly ran over to the wall, and earthbended an opening in it. I walked into the opening and the closed the wall, encasing myself within the wall. All you could see were my eyes.

Then a boy of about 13 walked in. His hair was in a pony tail, he was wearing a Fire Nation uniform and he had a bandange over his left eye.

"Uncle, what is this place? Have you found the Avatars' trail?" asked the boy.

"No," said General Iroh, "Just ruins, like the rest of this place. We should leave."

And, with the boy leading the way, they left.

I bended myself out of the wall, and stared at where they left, thinking about what to do next.