I do not own anything you recognise. (Updated 4-11-2016)

"You have all heard the stories of Avatar Aang, and Korra, and Wan, and others. You have all heard how they toppled evil and gave back the good to people. You have all heard how they honed their skills and learned the main four elements, how some of them had difficulty with one particular element, and some of them excelled in one other. You have all heard how they found friends, comrades and love on their quest. This you have heard, from me, in the past."

In the middle of the Earth Kingdom lies a town. It is not as big as Republic City, nor is it as small as most towns found in the Earth Kingdom. It is, however, a nice place to live.

"Now for the essay you have to write:" Mr. Lancer said, addressing the class, "name three instances of blatant bender bias and describe in detail how those instances helped strengthen the view that benders were superior." The class groaned, and some of them let their heads fall against the table. Mr. Lancer grimaced. Didn't they know how important their education was? The days when bending was all you needed to know to be successful in life were gone. Now you needed knowledge.

A nice place to live, if you support the equalist faction. Welcome to Amity, where equalists have found themselves a place cut off from benders and free of the people who worship them.

The bell rung, and the teenagers scrambled for their backpacks in an effort to get out of the room as fast as possible. One kid, however, was stopped by Mr. Lancer.

"Mr. Fenton. Can I see you after class?"

The boy nodded, and motioned for his friends to go onward without him.

The year is 220 AG, ten and some years after the last Avatar. One day, she disappeared, and was never seen again. Some people say she failed in restarting the Avatar cycle, while others think she is still alive.

"Sit down, Mr. Fenton." Mr. Lancer motioned to the chair in front of his bureau. "I'll write you a note for your next class."

The boy nodded, and sat down. "What is this about, Mr. Lancer? Is this about my grades?"

Lancer waved him off with a small smile on his face. "No, no. Your grades are fine. More than fine, for the most part." His smile turned into a more neutral expression. "You have been slipping a bit, though, lately? Is there something wrong?"

The boy shuffled a bit in his chair.

It was only two days ago that one Danny Fenton saw the harbinger of his future. He had seen her before, but most of the time, if not all the time, she just stood there.

"No. Nothing's wrong, Mr. Lancer." Danny said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

Mr. Lancer's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, and silence was abundant for a few seconds. Then, he spoke:

"Mr. Fenton. I, as your student counselor, called you here because of this form. Do you recognize it?"

This time, she motioned him to come with her. Nobody took note of her, which was odd, because she wore blue clothes in the midst of a crowd of prominently green clothed people. He, of course, followed. If she wanted to harm him, she could have done that ages ago, and he was bored.

"Yeah." Danny said, his eyes opened a little less than mere moments ago. He knew where this was going, and he didn't like it.

Mr. Lancer put the form down again. "Then you know why you're here, do you not, Mr. Fenton?"

"Yeah…" Danny said, once again, eyes downcast and avoiding the gaze of Mr. Lancer.

"Danny. We've had this talk before. You are a bright young man, and you can come far. You know that is all we, ergo, me, the school and your parents want for you, right?"

"Yes, mr. Lancer…" Danny tried to listen, he really did. He just…

She led him to an abandoned crater, a few miles from the city. She probably wanted to talk, but couldn't, and Danny was left to make sense of her strange sign-language.

"Hey Danny-o!" his father exclaimed, as he shut the door behind him. "Have you seen my new invention?" He unveiled a mechanical contraption from behind his back. "This is the Fenton Waterthrower!"

"Uh-huh." Danny stared at it a little bit blank-faced, what in the name of Kuei was the use of a waterthrower? "It's just like a waterhose."

"No, no, Danny. This is way better! With this, we can finally trump those benders! This machine, you see, creates the water it uses! With a molecule-splicer, we have succeeded in a device that makes water from thin air! It's also great for the lawn in summer!" And Jack Fenton boomed a laugh, while he eagerly made way for the door, to 'test' (play with) his new machine.

Danny saw him go, and sighed.

It didn't make sense at all, but when he tried to tell her that, she stopped him.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Maddie Fenton, his mother asked him as she made his way to the couch. She patted the place beside her, and Danny sat down.

"Nothing, I guess. It's just, mr. Lancer wanted to talk to me today…" Of course, this was only half the truth, but Danny knew better than to tell his parents the whole truth.

"Ah, so he did it already." His mother muttered, failing to notice that Danny could hear her just fine. "Danny," She said, louder this time, "why don't you just apprentice here, if you don't want to do it anywhere else? It's a vital part of your education, you'll have to do it anyway."

Danny breathed out. "Mom, I… I don't want to do that either. I don't see the use of all those inventions, while bending could do it anyway. Why is it such a problem that there are benders?"

Maddie frowned. "Danny, we've had this discussion already. You haven't seen the things that were caused by bending. You don't know what could have been prevented if there was no bending. I'm not going to do this right now. Just think over the apprenticeship, please?

"…Fine." Danny let out. "I'm going to the park."

He tried to ignore his father who was happily spraying the whole garden with water. Unfortunately, he failed.

She started moving. It was like a rigid dance, beautiful, but raw and tense.

As Danny neared the crater, he checked one last time, before jumping in.

At first, there was nothing.

Danny stood in a battle stance and practiced the movements.

Then, she slammed her foot down,

And a big boulder shot up from the ground.

Behind him, the girl smiled at his efforts.