Pre-Face

Whispered legends that still echoed in the dark corners of our country beheld a hope that ignited and fueled mayhem. They enticed the so called weak minded, of a "freedom" of sorts. One that held no boundaries based on race, element, gender, or social standing. It etched itself in ones mind and tinkered with your thoughts until you began to doubt what was sustainable in society and what was considered treason to the lord. Many heroes had fallen from the graces of the gods in this manner. They began their journeys with the engraved sayings of our people and slowly throughout their adventures they exposed the concrete beliefs that had etched them to the glory they held and bared them to the tarnishing waste that was those hollow words of legend.

Fire, earth, air, and water. These elements created our world from the mass of destruction that the gods played with. Our country speaks of evolution, that we derived from these elements and they course throughout our veins to grant us the power to create and destroy as we see fit. But legend holds a different account…

One of which that is the vein of all else. That the gods held one element in favor above all others. That when they choose this element they granted the wielder the power to reign above the others and uphold the balance of peace among the people. Yet fire, the chosen one, is fueled by passion. Passion is driven by emotions. Emotions trifle the mind and are ruled by the heart no matter who it is who is in charge, because that is what makes us human. The gods noted their mistake when the rush of power demolished the mind of the first lord and created death and famish among all the elements, all of which were unable to control the burning rage of greed that ravished the nations. That is when, it is told, that the gods created the ability to counter each element. Water would always oppose fire and vice versa the same applied to earth and air. But with this came the isolation of each element. They raged wars against each other and had different rulers that sought to prove which element could once again control the rest. Yet with the ability to defy each other there was no manner in which any would rise above another. The gods were plagued with sadness. Their children could not find peace and so to maintain a stability among the world and stop all the useless bloodshed, they sent one of their own. One that would be born among the humans with the ability to hardness the four elements and create a harmonious unity. The avatar. It would force the four element to work together to raise a child into an adult that would respect the wishes of all elements. And when he or she reached adulthood his mind would be connected once again to the gods and he or she could reach a state of endless peace that wouldn't hinder the thoughts and decisions that had to be made of a biased conscious, yet it would allow there to be equal consideration of every elements wishes. Once the avatar would die, as he or she had the course of a human life, he or she would be born into the hands of another element and the cycle would continue again. It seemed that this was the answer that the world and gods had been seeking because peace settled into the very core of humanity for a millennium. Then the inexplicable happened…

With the death of the avatar Roku no other was born, or found. Once again hostilities began to brew and fights ensued. Yet with the constant presence that had been the avatar, most people had lost the connection that they had once held with the gods, the respect was tarnished. With technology on the brink of weaponry, the fire nation held the flag of emperor, of power, of destruction. Deaths were high and famish was found in every corner of the world until the lord that reigned in the fire nation stated that if the world accepted the ways of the fire the fighting would stop. And with no hope left for the rest of the elements. They surrendered. And that is how the nation of fire conquered the world a century after the death of the avatar.

Yet a seer. One that still held a glimmer of hope that nations would find peace made a prophecy that killed her but began the rumors of saviors.

On the eve of the worlds fifth new moon two will be born of fire and bloodshed, split between nations. Unite a kingdom they must but hardships ought to first be crossed. They will unite the one and among them an era will have begun yet if They fail the world as we know it will cease at once.

The first century of this proclamation was experienced with hope at every new moon. Waiting to see when the children would be born. People would pray and hope that soon the injustice would be over

The second century was spent with a second though at what the seer had spoken of. People were working and slowly laws were placed to even out the injustices. Some called it the beginning of a social system others proclaimed segregation and discrimination, those were never heard of again.

The third was spent in despair and speeches that the seer had been crazy with absolutely no connection to any such gods. Science began to rule the hearts and minds of people and even a mention of gods at times was scoffed at. This is when it was ruled to be forbidden to speak of the proclamation in public again. Technology was on the rise and discoveries were being made. Fire still ruled.

By the fourth century the prophecy was handled more as a child's bedtime story rather that holding any truth. People had grown accustomed to the social standings that they held. Elements mingled in some social groups and it was more accepted to treat each other with some ounce of dignity. Still fire ruled and stopped all chances of rebellion.

By the fifth it was rare if a person heard the prophecy or even a snippet of it in their life time. The fire nation had succeeded in hushing all hopes for a change. They had ushered in a era of technological innovations that allowed the world to attempt to live in a semi stable state. What they didn't count on was the actual validity of the prophecy for it was in this century that the world held its fifth solar eclipse…..it was in the beginning of the this century that the government exterminated a city in the southern pole for uprising in another futile attempt to expand the water element. Where a child was left for dead in the blood soaked arms of a mother. It was in the fifth century that the royal family was assassinated except for the youngest two that lived by the grace of their mother who hid them with her dying breath. It was this century that the gods reawakened to find out the fate of their beloved friend that had gone missing six centuries ago.

This is where the story begins………