Water. Earth. Fire. Air. My father used to tell me stories of ancient times, those times of peace in which the Avatar maintained the balance between the Water Tribes, the Earth Kingdom, the Fire Nation and the Air Nomads. But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar is capable of mastering the four elements, only he can stop the ruthless Fire Masters, but when the world needed him most, he disappeared. A hundred years have passed and the Fire Nation is reaching victory, in this war. Two years ago, the father of my friends, along with the men of my tribe decided to join the Earth Kingdom to fight together against the Fire Nation, leaving my friends in charge of caring for our tribe. Some believe that the Avatar was never born again among the Air Nomads, and that the cycle has been broken. But I have not lost hope. I still believe that somehow, the Avatar will return to save the world. *English is not my first language and this is my first fanfiction. Beforehand this is for fun and I expect constructive criticism. Thank you *The images used do not belong to me, they belong to their Creator. *New characters, dialogues and plots are of my own creation and plagiarism is not accepted. Everything that is part of the series belongs to Avatar The Last Airbender and its creators(Michael Dante DiMartino & Bryan Konietzko).
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