Heir To The Throne

"Champion," a voice whispered through the haze of a restless dream.
"To find those who have wronged you, you must look back."
The words lingered, like embers refusing to extinguish.
"You must escape."

"I... escaped," I murmured back, my voice cracking, looking at the mountains and night sky many uneven heaving breaths surrounded me.
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Water. Earth. Fire. Air. 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 that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar mastered all four elements; only he could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years have passed, and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the war. Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe. Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads and that the cycle is broken, but I haven't lost hope. I still believe that, somehow, the Avatar will return to save the world.
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Hey everyone this idea was something I had years ago and I decided to finally post it. Its rather different then my usual ideas but I hope you enjoy.