prolog

It was a cold autumn day on which the Avatar and his companions set up their last resting place for the time being in the west of the Earth Kingdom.

The current Avatar Aang, an aerial nomad from the southern air temple, had five loyal friends with him; Katara, the young waterbender, Sokka, the big brother of Katara and warrior of the southern water tribe, Toph, the blind earthbender, Momo, the winged lemur and Appa, the flying bison. All of them had gone through many adventures, all of which were meant to put the Fire Nation down.

The fire warriors had already taken vast parts of the Earth Kingdom and destroyed both the southern and northern air temples. The aerial nomads had resisted too much and isolated cities of the earthbenders had submitted. Meanwhile, the northern and southern Water Tribe defended themselves with all their might against the Fire Nation.

Some people had doubts.After all, they had waited a long time for help - 100 years. And those 100 years broughtonlya twelve-year-old boy who did not even master all four elements. Wouldn't it be better to submit?

The former Prince of the Fire Nation had knocked the avatar's catch out of his head by now.What would that bring now? ", that's what Prince Zuko thought. He had learned a lot since he was traveling with his uncle Iroh, son of the mighty and late Fire Lord Azulon. His father Ozai, Iroh's younger brother, was now the ruling Fire Lord and ruled over his people and others with an iron and cruel fist, having initiated the war to become the almighty ruler of all nations.

After Avatar Aang had successfully learned the basic rules of water, air and earth, all he was missing was the impulsive element of fire. He and his friends had set up their last camp in the Earth Kingdom for a reason.|| That was the prologue. 'hope I've piqued a few readers' curiosity. 'I look forward to comments and criticism.;) ||