Water. Earth. Air. Fire.
My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace, when the Avatar kept 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.
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An alternate universe in which Katara was captured by the Fire Nation and was raised alongside Zuko and Azula.
I began writing this when I was 13, it was originally posted on the account The_Tenth_Doctor8, which is my account that I no longer use.
I do not own these characters or the show this is based on. All characters have been aged up appropriately due to the mature nature and context of this piece of writing. Artistic license has been taken for some areas of the story, but I do my best to make sure everything at least makes logical sense within the context of the ATLA universe.
Water. Earth. Fire. Air.
Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked, completely eradicating the Air Nomads, in an attempt to prevent the Avatar from stopping them. They knew that only the Avatar, master of all four elements, had the power to stop them. They succeeded, and when the world needed him the most, he vanished. A hundred years passed and a brother and sister from the Southern Water Tribe discovered the new Avatar, an airbender named Aang.
But what if Aang wasn't the last airbender?
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the original story or characters. This story was made for entertainment purposes only. *strays from cannon*