Water. Earth. Fire. Air. The four elements lived in harmony thanks to Avatar Roku who passed twelve years ago. Monk Gyatso and the other monks told us tales of Roku, as well as Kyoshi, Kuruk, and Yangchen. Those tales were told to me and my little brother, Aang. Each one having the same common theme, being the Avatar. A man or woman with power to learn all the elements and keep the peace between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and our people, the Air Nomads. But when the monks told us that Aang was the Avatar, things changed. Aang was ostracized from his friends. Aang was only meant to train with very little time to be a kid. I had to watch as my brother became distant. His smiles appeared less and less. The once happy kid I knew for his entire life was slowly vanishing before my eyes. So, we left. We left when the world needed him most. We vanished. Now a hundred years have passed. We learned that the Fire Nation has risen up and started to conquer the rest of the world and is nearing victory. Some people believe the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads, and that the cycle is broken. But I know the truth. And I still have hope. I believe in my brother and one day he will stop the Fire Nation and bring harmony to the world once more. My name is Kalden, the Guardian of the Avatar. This is my story.