AN: Oh hey, look! My first multi-chapter story! *Gasp!* This has been in my catch notes files for a while, but on the thirtieth catch notes will be shutting down! Oh no! So I'm copy-pasting ass loads of story parts into documents on fan fiction so that I can post them.

Side note to my sister: please take my stories off of your account so i can put them on mine? Pwease? O.O

Prologue

As a child, I had hoped to become the Avatar. I was sickly and weak, and my bending was my greatest strength. I lived in Republic city with my mother and father, until my father died. I hadn't realized what death meant at the age of five, but I knew mother was never the same.

That same year, the Avatar was found. It was not me. Instead, a water tribe girl was the Avatar. I had read up on the Avatar, I knew it was a matter of reincarnation, but nevertheless I wanted to meet the Avatar, to see the girl who had defeated me in my life's goal.

"Mommy, can we go there?" I stared up at my mother and she nodded. Without my father, there wasn't much to keep us there.

We got on a crowded boat of other people wanting to meet the Avatar, all paying each other off to get to the first place in line. A few days in to the trip, I was even more tired that usual. One day, I passed out. Three days later the ship landed, and I still hadn't woken up. As soon as the ship docked, my mother ran out with me in her arms, shoving people out of her way to get me to a healer.

She found an old woman, the oldest in the tribe. My mother was told she was the best healer there. When she begged the woman to heal me, she smiled and went to a nearby house.

"Why don't you come help me, Korra? Think of it as healing practice." A small girl with a big belly ran out.

"Does that mean I won't have to get my face grabbed by strangers any more?" The girl asked loudly. The old woman smiled.

"No Korra, but this is serious, this girl is very sick." Korra turned to look at me and she went quiet. She got on her tip toes and poked my cheek.

"She's tiny." Fed up with all the talking, my mother shouted:

"My daughter's very sick, will you two be helping her or not?!" Korra's mouth snapped shut and the old woman nodded. They had my mother lay me down on a mat in a hut and they began to heal me, Korra wearing a look of intense concentration. It took three days, but I woke up eventually.

"Who are you?" I asked them as my mother sobbed in relief.

"My name is Katara, this is Korra." I smiled and waved weakly.

"I'm Avatar Korra! Nice to meet you, Tiny!" I stood up, and held my hand out to Korra.

"Nice to meet you Avatar. My name is Ami, I'm here to fight you." Everyone blinked, too stunned to say anything. I hadn't told my mother why I wanted to meet the Avatar, but I wanted to defeat her and know that my bending still made me strong.

I pulled the water from a bowl nearby and shot it at her. An earthy wall defended her, and flames shot from behind it. I doused them and ran around to the other side of the wall, shooting jagged ice through her clothes and pining her to the wall. I was about to cover her in ice, but Korra breathed fire, which shot me back onto my butt. I lied there panting and crying, my bending had failed.

"Hey Tiny, what's wrong? Did I burn you?" Korra stood over me, offering a hand.

"N-no! My bending f-failed. You beat me!" I sat up and wiped my nose on my sleeve, openly pouting.

"Tiny, I'm supposed to be the strongest. If you were stronger than me, that'd be a big problem."

"F-fine." Suddenly, her face lit up.

"Wanna go penguin sledding?!"

As a child, I loved to play pranks. I would put a bucket of water on my brother Jiro's door so he'd get wet whenever he walked through. I would pop out from under the tables at my parents' restaurant and make faces at customers. Most of them laughed, some shouted for me to leave them alone. Mother would always scold me, but she would be smiling while she did it.

I popped out from under the table one day when I was eleven. I heard part of the conversation going on above me, and decided to pop out. Their conversation wasn't good, there was talk about weapons and wars and things I didn't understand. I popped out and froze, as uncomfortable as what they were talking about made me, their glares were worse. My mother pulled me out from under the table and scolded me. She shook the whole time, with a look on her face like she was going to cry. I stopped going under tables after that. But she didn't stop shaking.

Three weeks, one day, and eight hours later, the shop was closed. My little siblings had forgotten, but I still felt guilty, and mother still shook.

The door burst open, the rock wall sliding through it and brushing the chips away. I woke up and shook Jiro awake. He was seven at the time, and he took the brunt of most of my pranks. He grabbed a broken table leg from his workshop by his bed and we left our room. We went downstairs and peeked inside the store, looking for the intruders.

I saw the men from before, one of them had a fire in his hand. I knew what bending was, I also knew that no one in my family could do it. But that man could bend fire.

"Now, where are those little pipsqueaks?" My mother stayed silent, but she was crying. My father was in a quiet heap on the ground. The man smirked, and thrust the fire onto her arm. She screamed as her skin melted, burned and bubbled. My brother shook in fear next to me, and I was shaking, too.

In a terrified rage, I grabbed my brother's table leg and charged at the man. His hand moved from my mother's arm and gripped my neck. I screamed as the fire licked at my face, burning my skin and my hair. My mother grabbed his arm along with my brother, but he didn't let go. My grip on the table leg had never wavered, and I swung it at his shoulder. The man growled and dropped me. He glared at me, then turned to the other man.

"Grab her." The man pulled my mother's arms behind her back. The fire bender smiled as lightning gathered in his hand. He placed his hand on my mother's head, her eyes rolled back in her head as the lightning pulsed through her. She spasmed long after his hand was removed. He walked up to he and whispered in my ear and left. Hours later my neck was bandaged, the metal benders had questioned me, and my younger brother, Milo was told that a bad bender had taken mom and dad. My sister Miho was only a few months old. By the time they took mother's body away, she stopped shaking for the first time in almost a month. But that was no comfort.

After that, Jiro made weapons as much as he fixed our furniture in his workshop. I started hiding weapons in every room. Jiro and I would practice fighting in the back of the shop, Milo joined us when he turned five. When Miho first started making friends with the other children, she asked why we didn't have a mommy and daddy like them.

And after Amon began taking away the triple threats' bending, I joined the equalists.

This was your fault.