'The guards are wandering again, it must be night time.'
That was the only thing that she thought as she looked out of her cell. The bars were cold against her hand. There was once a time where she could have just bended them apart and left. A time where she felt invincible, like nothing could hold her back. A time of joy and freedom. But those days were long gone. The Equalists managed to successfully take away her bending years ago.
'Pathetic.' she thought 'How in spirit's name did I end up here?'
How long has it been? How long has it been since she last saw something that wasn't an almost faceless guard or dull green light?
A sharp pain was sent through her hand as a guard's baton slammed against it.
"Move out of the way low-life." He said.
His voice was deep and scratchy. Like a car swerving in and out of traffic.
She slowly got up and moved to the back of her cell.
'Pathetic' she thought again.
The cell door opened and two individuals in their late teens walked in. One was a boy and the other a girl. The light illuminated them just enough to see their features. The boy was about 6 feet tall with short, black hair and dark red eyes. The girl next to him was shorter at around 5'6" tall with brown hair that stopped between her shoulder blades and her mid back with blue eyes. Their skin was a nice shade of mocha. They were both dressed in the standard black and olive green equalist uniform. The only thing missing was their masks. The cell door shut and locked behind them as the guard walked away.
The teens approached her slowly sat down next to her.
'Eighteen' she thought 'it's been eighteen years.'
"It's time, mom." the girl whispered.
"We'll be back to get you as soon as we can. We promise." the boy said.
They both hugged her tightly. They all knew what would happen if the plan didn't work. They both released her.
"Don't give up hope, okay." the girl said.
Hope was something that she has long since given up on. But the looks in those teen eyes, her babies' eyes, gave her the courage to hope again. She smiled at her children for what felt like the first time.
"I gave up on hope a long time ago, but now I feel like I can have hope again. Ryu, just because you're the strongest here doesn't mean you're the strongest out there. So, don't be cocky. Mya, just because you're the oldest doesn't mean that you have to act like it, don't be afraid to have a little fun. And try to keep your brother out of trouble, we both know he gets into too much of it." She said.
Despite being a splitting image of his father, Ryu was more like his mother in both personality and bending. He almost always had a smile on his face and was incredibly cocky and arrogant. This only got worse as he became the strongest bender in the guard. He had taken to the element of water quite easily, practicing since he was young with what water they were given to drink. Mya, on the other hand, had a natural affinity to fire. However, since her bending could be easily seen in their dark prison, she was unable to practice until she turned ten, when SHE forced them to train as part of her army. She was strong but not as physically strong as her brother. However, she more than made up for it with ability to think on her feet.
"Hey, I resent that." Ryu, said with a smile on his face that wasn't unlike her own.
"Yes mom." Mya said with a smirk on her face.
"And remember what I told you." She said.
"Don't worry, we got this mom." Ryu said
"We love you mom. See you later." Mya said.
Mya summoned a fire ball and threw it at the cell doors. The alarms sounded as they both left their mother in her now destroyed cell.
'When you get out there, find Team Avatar and bring them back here. If they ask who you/we are, tell them you/we are friends of mine/mom's. Friends of Korra the lost avatar.