Water. Earth. Air. Fire.
My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace, when the Avatar kept the balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But all that changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop the Fire Nation. But when the world needed him most, he vanished.
Over a hundred years have passed, and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the war. Four years ago, my father and the men of my tribe went to help in the fight against the Fire Nation, leaving my brother to take care of the tribe. As for me, the Fire Nation caught wind of the fact that I showed signs of being a waterbender when I was five. They raided my village, desperate to control as many waterbenders as possible just in case the Avatar cycle had continued. That was thirteen years ago. I've been living in the royal palace in the Fire Nation capital, Sozin, and traveling with the prince ever since.
Some people believe that the Avatar was never born into the Air Nomads and that the cycle was broken. That's what the Fire Nation tells people, anyway. But I haven't lost hope. I know he's out there. And finding him will change the world.