When I was a child my grandmother used to tell my siblings and I stories of the old days. A time when the Avatar kept peace between the four nations. But that all changed when Fire Nation unleashed a great attack. In this time of misery and distress Avatar Roku died and the next Avatar disappeared. Now, after a hundred years, the Fire Nation has all but won the war. Two years ago, my father and the men of our tribe traveled to the Earth Kingdom to help fight, leaving my brother, sister, and I to protect our tribe. My little sister still believes that the Avatar will still return one day, I only wish I shared her hope.