Welcome everyone to my new story. This is a re-write of my original one and basically the same story, only better! Thanks for reading. OC submission at the end!

~ Fightingchance ~

CHACHACHA

Fire. Air. Water. Earth. In the old days the Avatar was a force of good, but seventy years ago a man by the name of Unalaq freed Vaatu, the spirit of chaos, and the two merged together. They killed Korra, replaced her as the Avatar and ushered in an era of darkness. Since then the Dark Avatar has been reborn and evil continues to reign. A group known as The Dawning formed in order to combat the darkness, but they have forgot their mission and now live in hiding just trying to survive. Dark Spirits run rampart tearing peoples' souls from their bodies and leaving them to wander lost in the Spirit World. Some of The Dawning's Air Benders, descendants of Aang, make it their job to find these lost souls, but the time for passiveness is over, now it's time to fight.

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"I hate this," Yara announces miserably kicking up dust on the cracked ground. "I could be doing something useful, but noooo instead I'm scavenging for plants."

Creo fixes the bandanna wrapped around his nose and mouth idly. "We need those plants, they're medicinal and we're running low," he reminds her. "I know this isn't exactly your usual job, but it's important we should take caring of living first-"

"Don't!" she hisses before lowering her voice. "Don't lecture me about that."

He sighs. "Maybe Gran thought you needed a break," he remedies. "How many times have you been in the Spirit World this past week anyway?"

"Does it matter?" she growls. "We have a cave full of bodies whose souls or whatever have been ripped out by evil spirits. What am I supposed to do abandon them?"

"I'm not saying you should stop looking, but you're killing yourself, Yara." He hadn't meant to get all heavy, but someone needed to say it. "You don't sleep and you barely even eat anymore. Everyone is worried about you."

She snorts. "You all can worry when the world is right again! Sorry if I'd rather be looking for lost souls than looking for plants in a barren wasteland where everything withered up and died long before either of us were ever born. If we're going to call ourselves The Dawning then we should be fighting Vaatu and actually trying to end the darkness, not sitting on our butts while dark spirits pick us off one by one!"

"This is what I'm talking about!" Creo argues. "Constantly going to the Spirit World is making you crazy." He pauses. "Besides you know what the Elder would say about the fighting."

She looks up at him and raises an eyebrow. His lips twitch as he tries to hide a grin. "What?" she asks finally.

"Well," he gripes in a mocking imitation of an Elder. "We must bide our time and attack when the time is right. To win, we must-"

"-simply survive. Yeah, yeah, yeah." She finishes for him and forces a laugh. "Let's go chase our tails like good little young ones then."

She starts walking away, still sulking. He watches her go disappointed he'd only managed to make her mood worse. Clearly he isn't as good a brother as he'd like to believe. "Wait Yara, I think I found something."

Glancing over her shoulder she finds him on his knees studying the ground. "What is it?" she asks jogging over so she can have a look.

He moves suddenly and without mercy throws a fistful of dirt in her face. She blinks in surprise, the new layer of grim sticks to her skin and he bursts out laughing. Still stoic she rubs the dirt out of her eyes. Then, she tackles him casting a cloud of dust into the air.

They wrestle in the dust for a moment, until Creo finally puts his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright I give!" he laughs in between the fistfuls of dirt getting thrown in his face.

She shakes her head as she gets off of him, but at least she's smiling for real now. "Mom's going to be furious-" she starts and then the words suddenly get caught in her throat. "Oh no."

"What? Yara what is it?" He follows her line of sight. There on the side of the road, partially covered by dead-looking bushes is a person lying face down in the muck. "Is that a-?"

Yara is already scrambling towards the figure. "Help me pull him onto the road," she orders.

They each take an arm and drag him to where they can flip him over. By the looks of his face he can't be older than fourteen. Yara presses a finger to the boy's neck. "Is he-" Creo trails.

"No. He's not dead, but his spirit's been ripped out. Recently, I think. I should be able to find him if… here, hold this." She shoves her bag into his arms and drops cross legged to the ground.

"I don't think that's such a good-" She's already meditated into the Spirit World, though; he's never fast enough to get a word in edgewise around her. So he hunkers down beside her defeated and rests his head on his hand. "I really hate you sometimes."

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The Spirit World is vastly different from the dusty wasteland she'd left behind. A forest of gargantuan trees with pink bark grow so tall Yara can't even see the tops, but they look sick somehow and it's dark here which makes everything look gray. The sound of a cough suddenly echoes throughout the trees and she takes off running.

"Help," a voice moans hoarsely.

She ducks behind the trunk of one of the trees as she nears the sound. Contrary to what everyone believes she is careful. The trunk is slimy and she recoils away the instant after she'd pressed her back against it. She makes a face then regains her composure and glances out from behind her hiding spot. There's a spirit stumbling about that looks just like the boy who's body she'd found on the road. As far as she can tell there's no sign of the weird purplish aura that dark spirits have, so she steps out into the open.

He staggers away from her, his eyes wide and completely panicked. "It' alright," she soothes putting her hands up in a placating gesture. "I'm here to help. My name's Yara. What's yours?"

"A-Aku," the boy stammers.

Yara takes a step closer. He takes a step back. "I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" she says offering him her hand.

The boy stares at her hand, then up at her face, unsure if he should trust her or not. The poor thing is absolutely terrified, but the Spirit World does that people so she isn't surprised. She takes a step towards him again, this time he doesn't move. She slowly walks a couple more paces closer. An earsplitting wail suddenly shakes the giant trees down to their roots. Aku loses his resolve and turns to flee. Yara jumps forward and grabs his arm. "Let go of me!" he yelps.

She ignores him and tows him along with her, following the invisible line that pulls her towards her body. He fights like a wild animal, but her grip is too strong. She wrestles him back into his body first and then returns to her own.

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Aku chokes on the air as he wakes up and Creo pounds him on the back good naturedly. "Welcome back to the world of the living, kid," he says as he stands up and dusts himself off.

Yara opens her eyes slowly. Creo helps her to her feet and pulls her into a hug. For once she allows him to be the one to let go first. Though she hates to realize it, she's far more tired than she cares to admit. She turns her attention to Aku. "We should head back, you look like you could use a meal and a bed. Oh yeah, Creo this Aku. Aku this is Creo." With that she starts walking towards the camp.

The boy blinks then gets shakily to his feet to follow. A sudden shrieeeeeek slices through the air making them all jump. "Yara!" Creo calls but, she's already beside him.

Creo and Yara stand with Aku between them. Everything goes quiet and they can hear their heartbeats. This is the calm before the storm. As if reality itself has comes undone the air pops as the spirit moves between worlds. It's a mass of feathers, a giant bird with talons grown out so far they whip around like tentacles.

"There's a forest maybe four hundred meters to the left," Creo says calmly. "The spirit is big enough it shouldn't be able to fit, we'll hunker down there and wait it out. We're going to need a distraction first though. Can you do anything useful kid?"

"Fire," the boy croaks.

"Okay, good, that's good," Creo breathes. "Ready some fireworks then. Yara try to blow it away a bit. Then we all run, fast."

"Tell us when," Yara tells him.

The spirit catches sight of them. "Now!" Creo orders.

She bends a blast of air at the creature, but it barely gets knocked off course at all. Aku's fire manages to confuse it if only a little and they take off sprinting. The boy falls behind fast and Yara slows down to help him. She tries to send a few more blasts of air at the spirit, but it's surprisingly agile for its size. She hadn't realized she'd stopped running until, "YARA!" Creo yells at her.

It's too late, though, the spirit bears down on her. Her scream is cut off as it slams into her. As it flies away her body falls limp to the ground. Creo runs over to her and pulls her into his arms. Aku comes up behind him. "You-you can go after her, right?"

"No, I can't." There'd only been one other time when Creo had felt so despairingly useless because of his inability to enter the Spirit World, his heart clenches at the memory. What had happened… it wouldn't happen to Yara. "We need to go. There are people back at camp who can help."

CHACHACHA

I know that was long, but I hope it was worth it. Now for the fun part, SUBMIT YOUR OC'S!

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