Hi, people, this is my first fanfiction, so I'm not really sure if this will pull off, but if you like it, enjoy it! This is only the introduction, as you can see, but there's more chapters after this - approximately 2, but I'm working on it! This story our time in modern, but it still has bending and the nations and stuff. Well, go ahead and read, I think I'm done with all the heads-ups.
Sahara Aphrodite Disertion
The Prodigy Daughter
Introduction
Once, long, long ago, within the Four Nations' capitol, Republic City, a baby girl was born.
The girl was ravishing. She had her father's pure white skin. Her hair, black as the ebony night sky. And her father's flaming, and somehow deadly golden eyes. They called her Sahara.
The girl's parents were Avatar Korra and Chief Mako Disertion, Chief of Republic City Police. The couple knew at once that their daughter was going to be special. Knowing each other from the ages of 18 and 17 (when they met) to the ages of 21 and 20 (now), they knew their personalities pretty well – Mako, a quiet and serious young man with a big temper if aggravated, and Korra, a loud and hot-headed young woman with a temper that was x5 the size of Mako's. So as Sahara grew older and bigger during her first years, her personality was growing more and more obvious. She was the loud Korra at home, the quiet Mako outside of it, and if she fussed, her face would start to turn red until someone finally lulled her to sleep. That's when Korra and Mako would look at each other with a look that said it all – Sahara is DEFFINETLY a mix of us both. But it didn't stay that way for long.
Now, Sahara is your average 10 ½-year-old girl – such as the tall height of 5'1", the transition of being a teenager and doing home activities that she doesn't normally do, and the natural effects of puberty, like having a bigger voice – but she's certainly not your typical type. Her personality also grew farther onto Mako's side of it, so she became much more quiet, calm, and serious, but she still contained some of her mother's outside shell, like her stubbornness and arrogance, not to mention both of her parents' tempers combined, but also inherited both of their loyalty, kindness, and care, including her Uncle Bolin's sense of humor.
Most girls her age were more prissy, neat, and immature. Sahara isn't like that. Like her mother, she's a complete tomboy. Sure, there were times where she felt like wearing a skirt or dress with leggings, or 2 ½ inch wedged heels to school, but she did this to cover up who she really was from the school jock gangs and cheerleader groups. She let them find out themselves. And how exactly did she do that? Well . . . let's just say . . . she would let them decide whether or not to go into a full-out hand-to-hand combat fight – and since she always looked so delicate and defenseless, that would always end up being a yes – and the opponents would always end up getting their butts kicked by a fearless and stubborn yet very under-covered girl. This reputation started at the beginning of 5th grade. The school jocks were always on her heels, always teasing her and kept on nagging her on why she never hung out with the "girlies" and stood alone. Then, one day, the so-called "Head Jock" – or more like "Head Jerk" from what Sahara always told her best friends, Kala, Kaira, Montana, and Sakari – went up to her and told her . . . how about we just go to the scene? It would be a lot easier. You know what, enough commentary from the narrator, let just go with the story already and other's will be explained throughout, okay? Okay, good, okay, now let's get started and no more talk – man, I just keep rambling, don't I?