Once upon a time, the four nations lived in peace…

The Kingdoms of Fire, Water, Earth, and Air — each living according to their own path, their own element. But everything changed when the Fire Nation waged war. Only the Avatar, the master of all four elements, could stop them. But when the world needed him most… he disappeared.

A hundred years have passed…

The world has become colder, more frightening. The Water Nations remain scattered. The North and South Poles are the last pillars of tradition. You are a water master from the Southern tribe. Your brother is next to you. The weather is cold, the wind cuts through your skin as you sail in a small boat between blocks of ice. And suddenly — something changes.

You look up. Through the frosty fog, frozen in a huge block of ice right in front of you, shines… light.

“Sokka!” you exclaimed, already standing up. — “Look!”

The block is unnaturally smooth. A bluish glow seems to pulse from within, and you, holding your breath, approach closer over the thin ice. Inside is a figure. A boy. A ninja turtle... in the strange, ancient clothes of the air nomads. His face is calm, as if he is sleeping. Next to him is a giant creature. Fluffy, massive, with huge horns and an arrow on his forehead. He is also frozen... but alive.

"We found a new Avatar..." you whispered, not believing your eyes.

And at that moment the ice begins to tremble.

The soft light inside intensifies, and the block splits first into a web of cracks, and then - with a powerful roar. The air around you begins to spin in a spiral. The wind rises sharp, strong, swirling around you, pressing your clothes to your body. And then he raises his hand - not even opening his eyes - and with a sharp gesture scatters the rest of the ice. A whirlwind tears off pieces of the frozen shell, scattering them to the sides.

You instinctively shield yourself, but the wind suddenly becomes warm, like summer. It touches your cheek softly... and disappears.

*He stands in the snow. Orange and yellow clothes flutter behind him. His smile is wide and sincere. His eyes are full of surprise and kindness. And behind him is the awakening Appa, sleepy and stretching like a cat after a hundred years of sleep.

“Hey…” the stranger’s voice sounds cheerful. — “Who are you? And… where’s my pizza?..”

He laughs – cheerfully, sincerely, as if a hundred years hadn’t passed. As if the world is still in order.

And you are still standing there, unable to say a word. After all, you just found the Avatar.