She was alone, all alone. Korra had just lost her parents. The building was purposely set on fire to kill the young avatar, but no one knew that. Korra didn't even though she was the Avatar, she was only a water bender. Her parents never told her, but what did that matter; her parents were taken away from her by some stupid fire. And all Korra wanted do was cry, she was only ten years old. And is now living on the streets. She spent days looking for food and shelter, but every night she sat in an alleyway and cried. Holding the silver locket her mother gave with a picture of the inside. A picture of her family the ones she lost that same night.

Korra wandered the empty streets looking for some shelter for the night. But every crook and corner was filled to capacity. Just around the corner into a little small space occupied by only a few children. Korra squeezed into the small space, next to her were two boys huddled together tightly. The one she was sitting next to was a little younger than her, probably by a year or two. The other boy looked around her own age. Korra looked forward it started rain moments after she entered the small hovel. The rain reminded her of her home town in the Southern Water Tribe. It was one of the coldest place on earth, surrounded by snow, ice, and water. That's were Korra's friends and other family members. Who thought she was living happily in Republic city, not an orphan on the streets left to defend and feed herself. Korra missed them all so much and craved to see them again.

"Hi," the simple word brought her out of her thoughts. She looked to her left to see that little boy again. With him fully turned to her she can see what her looks like. He had bright green eyes shining with innocence, jet black hair with one curly strand sticking out in front. The young boy was skinny, but not too much, which meant he was at least feed once a week or two.

"Hello," Korra replied, tucking a tendril of her dark chocolate colored hair. Her cerulean eyes shone through the darkness of the small hovel.

"My name's Bolin" he said joyful, like he wasn't an orphan on the streets with almost nothing left to hang onto.

"Korra, my name's Korra" That sparked a long conversation between the two. They exchanged age, backstories, and more, acting like they've know each other forever. Bolin was nine, his brother, the one huddled next to him, was Mako (he was eleven). Though he mostly acted like she wasn't even there, which ticked her off a little. Korra didn't even though why she was, there was something about him. Something mysterious that she was really tempted to figure out. All three dozed off into an undisturbed sleep with the other orphans.

Morning came too soon for Korra's liking, she wanted to sleep more, but she had to find food. Even with that meant waking up so early at dawn, the young waterbender slowly opened her eyes, blinking them a few times to clear away the fog. Most of the orphans were gone about four or three were left, including Bolin and Mako. Korra clambered out of the corner trying to not awake anyone up. She failed though Bolin woke up and crawled out after Korra. Then Mako woke up because of the absence of his little brother.

"Korra!" Bolin cried, running after her. Korra turned around to see Bolin catching up with her. "What are you doing?"

"Leaving, I can't stay in that box forever. I need food and water as everyone else does." Korra replied. His brother, Mako was catching up with them and once he did Korra finally got a good look at him. He was also skinny like his brother. He wore a red scarf way too long for him wrapped around his neck. Ragged and ripped clothing hung a little close from his body. But the best part was his eyes, his amber colored eyes looked like an ignited flame. That Korra, who doesn't know why, wants to hold. His lips pressed into a thin line, he glanced at her than looked at Bolin.

"You can stay with us," he chirped.

"No way" Mako intercepted, "I already don't have enough to feed the two of us. And I don't want or need another mouth to feed." He glared at her after he finished.

"Please Mako, please, please, ppplease" Bolin begged with puppy dog eyes.

"I said 'no', Bo"

"That's okay, maybe I'll see you around." Korra said turning around and walking away.

~ 3 years later ~

"Let go of me!" Korra yelled, as a man with a mask and green googles held her up by her arm. He was holding an electrocuting stick in his other hand, ready to strike if necessary. Korra kicked at him, but he didn't budge. She started to scream as loudly as could, only to get electrocuted. After one long scream, she subsided into whimpers as she droned in and out of conscious. She can tell she was being dragged, then her head hurt badly, it was dropped against the gravel.

"Hey, let her go!" she could her a voice scream, but couldn't see the figure for her vision was to blurry. Fire that's what she remembers before she blacked out, and the red scarf that seems so familiar.