Prologue: 20 Years Ago
Moshu walks down the long hallway to the palace balcony. He contemplated the future and the news he had just received. He was unsure how to feel, he was both ecstatic and fearful. Despite all of that, he had hope. Hope that the war would end, and his family would be safe, and his nation united.
When he reached the balcony, he put his hands on the rails and let out a deep breath. He looked out in the distance. The sun was just setting, and it cast a long shadow over the palace. He could see the flames and bodies of a battle off in the distance. He looked away, horrified at the damage. He took his mind off the war by thinking of his newborn son.
His son will be strong and smart. He will spend countless hours training and strategizing. He will know how to win battles and defeat his enemies. He will have only the best masters. He will end this war.
He was pulled out of his planning by his other son, Shiwang, who informed him that his wife wanted to speak with him. He picked up his son and started walking back to the room. His son asked why he was alone, to which Moshu replied, "I needed some time to think."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Your brother."
"Why?"
"Because your brother is very special, both to us, and the world."
They arrived at the door, and Moshu put Shiwang down. He let out a deep breath before he opened the door. As he opened the door, only one thought entered his head. His son is the Avatar.