People have often debated and wondered who the greatest Avatar in history is. It's certainly hard to tell given that each Avatar had to deal with a crisis that was major in their time. For Kyoshi, she had to deal with the rebellion in Ba Sing Se. Roku had the beginnings of a war on his shoulders and Aang had to deal with the end of said war. The last Airbender had been popular in his time for that very deed and the peace he brought to the four nations because of it. But the Avatar after him, his successor, would be one like no other.

How is this possible one might ask? Well, let me ask you this. What happens when you are raised by the sole being you are destined to bring down? What happens when the line between good and evil is blurred to the point of nonexistence? And what happens when you are torn between two worlds that you thought you knew everything about?

Well, I believe these are the questions that made up the Legend of Korra, which began on a cold, dark and unforgiving night…

Amon's POV

For the past few years, my Equalist movement had gained almost complete control over three of the four nations. The Water Tribes were still rebelling against me, but of course that would change very soon.

I looked across the water to the shore of the Southern Tribe, seeing the rebellious group of Benders, ready to fight and die for their 'freedom'. I chuckled humorlessly. Freedom. That is exactly what I wanted to give them, the liberty to do as they pleased as long as they respected the Nonbenders they had oppressed.

"Why are you doing this to them?"

I sighed and turned to face my younger sibling. He had always been a bit…soft, a fact which annoyed me to no end. And he knew it too. He was against everything I did, but like a good brother, he did as he was told and stayed by my side.

"What's the point of extinguishing an inferno if you leave a small flame?" I countered.

"They'll never give up."

"Perhaps," I agreed. And then I smirked. "But even they realize they can't possibly win." Tarrlok shook his head, not willing to argue with me over this again. I couldn't help but sigh. It seemed he and I would never see eye to eye on this.

It was eerily silent for a moment, and then a loud explosion cut through the air, shaking the ship and making me stumble and grab the railing for support. A mine. We'd hit a mine. I looked over to see my Lieutenant heading towards me. "What's the damage?"

"We lost an engine," he answered, his mouth a tight line, his hand gesturing to the smoke starting to rise from the back of the ship. "Captain said he get you to shore with one of the long boats. What do you want to do?"

I hummed thoughtfully, casting a quick glance over to the shore and the awaiting army. "Prepare the boats."

Within minutes I had arrived on the bank, my army along with me. We marched forward, the mob charging toward us as well. I had to admit, I hadn't expected Firebenders to be here in the south. But I suppose they thought they could make one last stand, maybe make one last attempt to stop me. It was almost a shame it wouldn't work.

Soon enough my followers and I were in the inner village, the men and some women fighting to protect their homes and families. There was one man among them that caught my attention.

He was a large, bear like man in his mid twenties perhaps. He stood in front of his home, a ring of water surrounding him as he fended off my forces. I ordered a group of men to take him down, and though he did put up a good fight, I continued to increase the onslaught of Equalists till we all knew he was going to be overpowered.

He finally turned to look over his shoulder and yelled at someone inside. "Run!" he shouted just as one of my men pierced him with a blade and pulled it back, allowing the giant to fall to the ground, his eyes gazing unseeingly into the distance.

A woman emerged from the house, a small bundle in her arms. My eyes narrowed at the object as she held it tight against her chest and took off in the opposite direction. I ran after her, maneuvering through the snow like I had so many years ago, with little difficulty. Whatever she was hiding must've been of great importance to the resistance for her to take off with it.

She raced toward the cliffside where the Southern Temple was mounted, the sea churning below. She ran until she reached the steps of the Temple, taking the steps two at a time. The doors could only be opened with Waterbending and I knew she thought that an advantage against whoever should follow her. But I cut her off, grabbing the bundle and smacking her aside, knocking her down so that she landed on the steps and her head hit the rock with a resounding crack. I watched a moment longer as blood started to pool beneath her skull, a halo of red.

A wail brought my attention back to the object in my hands and I frowned in curiosity as I pulled back the cloth. It was an infant with dark skin and dark brown hair, her bright cobalt eyes misted with tears. The child wailed again and I figured she could only be around two to three months old.

"A baby?" I looked back down to the woman. She had ran, risked her life for a child? That's when I spotted the necklace that hung around the infant's neck. On one side of the smooth medallion was the Waterbending symbol, the waves crashing against the edges of the circle. The name 'Korra' was carefully carved into the surface. Then I flipped it over to be greeted with the sight of all four elemental symbols.

My eyes widened in realization. "The Avatar!" This child was the master of all four elements, the ultimate Bender. The very bane of my existence…and the one thing that could ever hope to destroy everything I had worked so hard for.

I looked over to the edge of the cliff, listening as the water churned below. My decision was made. Slowly, I walked over to the edge and held the girl above the abyss. I was ready to drop her when a something suddenly blocked my path, making me stumble away from the edge. I growled at my brother but his steely blue gaze never softened. I had to admit, I'd never seen him like this before.

"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed, clenching his teeth together.

"I could ask you the same question, brother," I replied. "Get out of my way."

"Is the blood of hundred and that poor mother not enough? You want to murder an innocent child?" he questioned, disgust drenching his tone.

I held up the necklace. "She's the Avatar," I reasoned, as if that explained this whole situation.

"She's human!" he argued, his eyes blazing. "You have her parents' blood on your hands, why add hers as well? The Spirits will turn against you if you kill the being that is supposed to bring peace and balance to this world."

I hated my brother's conscience. And I hated how easily he believed the tales about the Spirit World and their wrath. "The wrath of the Spirits is but a fantasy," I reminded him. "Now get out of my way."

He didn't move. "You don't have to kill the child," he insisted. "What about this? She is the only one that can stop you, but what if she is on your side?"

I studied him for a moment, pausing to consider his words. "What do you mean?"

I could see my brother relax slightly, knowing he had my curiosity peaked. "Raise her as your own," he clarified. "Who will be able to stop you if the Avatar herself is your daughter?"

I made a noncommittal noise as I looked down at the child still fussing in my arms. My brother did have a very excellent point, though I'd never be the one to tell him that. This girl, this Avatar, may one day prove to be of use to me. So with a sigh, I brought the infant close to my chest, and slowly started my trek back down to the village, Tarrlok trailing close behind.