Undiscovered
Prologue
Korra was never discovered as the avatar, at the tender age of 6 she was forced onto the streets. Every night, after dinner, their family would walk around the park; her mother would link one arm through her fathers, and use her over arm to wrap round Korra's tiny shoulders. They were very wealthy, and had no enemies; everything was perfect for them. But, for someone else it was not, they tried to mug Korra's parents, but this escalated and they were killed. Korra had been shoved into a prickly bush by the riverside moments before by her father. He had begged her to stay still and quiet, and she had. For hours and hours she sat there, trying to hold in her sobs as she heard her parents cries fade. Dawn had broke and she had been shaking like a leaf,
"Hey! You're in my house!" A scary, tatty looking man had exclaimed at her, peeping into the bush, a hand full of raw fish. She had yelped and ran away from him. They were good friends now.
Without the avatar, the world was in chaos. Non-benders had taken over. And bending was only permitted by masters who were traditionally trained and responsible. Blood bending had been eliminated, all apart from one, Noatak; republic cities ruler. His brother, Tarrlok was a former bender but had asked for his bending to be taken away, his brother was the only one alive that could do this, and he complied.
Noatak was a kind-hearted leader, and treated everyone fairly. Taking the bending of those who felt they didn't want it, yet still treating benders with just as much respect and attention as non-benders. But the world had become weak and fearful. As eventless as it was, it was not in balance. Not in the slightest.
And only the avatar could fix that.
Pity she lay (undiscovered) in the grimy suburbs of republic city.
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