Season One (Book One: Water)
Katara, a fourteen-year-old Waterbender girl, and her fifteen-year-old brother Sokka, find Aang (12 years old) and Appa, a flying bison, in an iceberg. After Aang is revealed to be the Avatar, the three travel to the Northern Water Tribe so that Aang and Katara can learn Waterbending. En route, Aang and friends visit the Southern Air Temple, where Aang discovers the genocide of his people and encounters the spirit of his predecessor Avatar Roku, after which he finds the last winged lemur of the air temples, Momo. After the reach, they learn under the tutelage of Master Pakku and Sokka meets the beautiful princess, Yue. Throughout their journey, the trio are pursued by Prince Zuko, the exiled son of Fire Lord Ozai, who seeks to reclaim his honor by capturing the Avatar. Zuko travels with his uncle Iroh, a legendary Fire Nation general and the older brother of Ozai. Competing with Zuko for the Avatar is Commander Zhao, later to become Admiral Zhao, who leads an attack on the Northern Water Tribe. Zhao learns about the existence of the moon and the ocean spirits' in the mortal world (the spirit oasis), on whom waterbenders are dependent, and plans to kill them. He lays a siege to the Northern Water Tribe and kills the moon spirit after a fight with Aang and his friends. Immediately all waterbenders lose control and the moon turns red. Aang, enraged goes into the avatar state and bonds with the also enraged ocean spirit to create a huge creature nicknamed Koizilla. This defeats the fire nation fleet single handedly and kills Zhao. Meanwhile, Princess Yue gives her life and revives the moon spirit. Before they leave Pakku gifts Katara water from the oasis.
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