Korra scouted the streets of the city for food as she had every night for the past eleven years. She lived out there alone ever since her parents were taken from her; she was six. Now at the age of seventeen she was used to her life of solitude and struggling. The only friend she had was a small white stray dog she found and named Naga when she was eleven years old. After a few years out on the streets, she fashioned out a daily routine for herself. She would sleep during the day, the more she slept the less she would have to eat, and then hunt out food during the night. She would often steal food from restaurants that forgot to lock their back doors, or ones where she could pick the lock. She liked the night, for some strange reason she felt stronger during the night. She felt revitalized when she saw the moon and its light would shine upon her. She never thought much of it; she just concluded that feeling to all just be in her head.

During the night she was also safer. The police, or also some of the other street dwellers called them equalists like she knew what they meant, would patrol all over the city at all times of the day and were not particularly kind to people like Korra. They wore dark green and red suits with a black mask that had one big red dot on the forehead and neon green goggles. If they caught someone stealing or committing any other crime, they would take that person away and no one would ever see them again. They were under the direct control of President Amon. For these reasons, many of the street dwellers resented the police and President Amon. When she was nine, she asked one older lady why the police focused in on them and resented people like her. The only thing the old lady told her was that most people living on the streets were special and the government feared their special abilities. Korra thought about what the lady told her for awhile. She had no idea what the lady meant, she wasn't special she was just Korra.

She was walking through the alleyways, closing in on her next target, an upscale restaurant named Kuang's cuisine. She hid in the shadows as she walked closer. She closed in on the back door. She turned the doorknob, locked. She took out her trusty bobby pin from her hair, the only thing she had holding back her unruly hair. She moved fast, trying to avoid being caught by the police. Though to her surprise, as she was picking the lock a man opened the door from the other side. He came out and saw Korra trying to get in. He was young, probably a busboy.

Anger grew on the boy's expression; he knew why she was there and she knew that he knew. He yelled, calling for the cops. Korra's eyes widened in surprise and she quickly punched the boy in the face in hope that it would stop him from alerting the police. During her life, Korra had been in her fair share of fights so she knew how to handle herself when it came to fighting. The boy punched back angry as ever. She dodged the first punch to the face but let one blow to her stomach hit her. She yelled out in pain. Then, out of complete rage, she pinned him to the wall and grabbing his shirt. She held her right arms up in a fist to punch him. As she moved her hand to impact his face a fire ignited in her hand. She stopped in shock. They were both shocked. She had no idea what she had done. She stood there still holding the boy and her hand was still up in the punching position with flames surrounding it. She looked at the fire in her control with widened eyes. The boy looked as if he was in complete fright. He could barely speak.

"Wha- What are you?" He weakly let out between breaths. Korra thought about that. What was she? How was she able to do this? How was she able to control fire?

Still holding the flame in her hand, she saw a group of policemen out of the corner of her eye. There were about four policemen at the end of the alleyway. One blew his whistle calling more reinforcements and then they all ran towards Korra. Korra let go of the boy, he immediately fell to the ground, and she started to run off in the opposite direction. Terror grew in Korra. She had dealt with the cops before, but not this much. She ran as fast as she could, and running into different alleyways but nothing was keeping the cops off of her tail. As a last result, she tried to conjure up a flame like she had before. Fire busted from her fist, she punched back at the police as she ran sending fire at them. Korra had no idea what she was doing or how she was even able to create fire but she was glad she was able to do it. However, the police were agile enough to dodge her attacks. As she ran she noticed the police that were chasing her were swinging what appeared to be a rope with two spheres at the end of each side in the air. One of the men threw the weapon at her but she barely dodged it. Another one was thrown at her but this time she wasn't so lucky. The rope wrapped around her then electrocuted her. She winced and fell to the ground as she screamed in pain. The police walked towards her then surrounded her. One policeman hit her on the head with a wooden club rendering her unconscious. As she was falling unconscious she faintly heard the words "firebender, bring her to the camp," before falling totally asleep.