A/N: MY VERY FIRST FANFICTION. Dun dun dun DUN! I'm just hoping for one review. ONE. *puppy face* Everything accepted from flames to CC to insane fan girls with big knives who want to kill me for ruining their favorite cartoon. I'm warning you, this story will blow your mind with its horrificness. You have been warned. Fyre-Flakes will not be held responsible for any comas or deaths. :}

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender. I disowned it because Mike and Bryan were paying a hefty amount of money for it… Ok fine. I've never owned Avatar: The Last Airbender and never will. Hmph.

Edit: Ok, well when I started this fic last year, this story was barely in its beginning stages. I guess I just got too excited so it became too crazy and OOC. So here's the completely new and revised chapter. The original prologue that some of you might have read has nothing to do with the new plot.

Prologue: Story Time

Korra walked side by side with Mako and Bolin. "Look, all I'm trying to say is, were you really sure that we shouldn't have brought Naga? You know, so that we wouldn't have to deal with all this rain?"

Mako rolled his eyes, "I didn't know that after we walked halfway to the Elder's house it would start pouring!"

Korra pointed up at the grey sky. Tall apartment buildings surrounded them as they walked deeper into the poorer parts of Republic City. "What do you see up there? Fluffy, white clouds?"

"Aw Korra, why are you complaining? You're not wet at all." Bolin was busy teasing Pabu with a piece of cheese. Pabu climbed all over his body squeaking, before finally giving up and flopping onto Bolin's head.

"Well I'm tired as hell bending an umbrella above us." Her hands moved ceaselessly to bend the rain into a makeshift shield.

"Is the great Avatar Korra tired already?" Bolin teased, "And here I was, thinking that you were going to run all the way to the Elder's."

"Well I could if I didn't have to stick with you guys!"

The few people that hadn't taken refuge inside their homes glanced over at Korra's loud exclamation. Clutching their umbrellas tighter, the bundled figures moved hurriedly away from the trio.

Korra noticed and raised an eyebrow, "What's up with them?"

A satomobile rushed by almost drowning out Mako's next words, "I don't know. Maybe it's because you have a reputation for getting in trouble."

"Hey, what happened with the police was an accident! I was framed while taking out some bad guys."

"It doesn't matter. Let's hurry, we'll almost there." They walked for a few more minutes in silence.

This was a dark and shady part of Republic City. The streets were almost completely deserted except for the few people who peered at them through their apartment windows. One man leaning by a blockaded window leered at them through a cloud of cigar smoke. Mako looked around nervously; Korra was still bending the rain away, her movements angrier than before. Bolin was gagging on the smell of garbage emitting from nearby alleys.

But something just felt... wrong. Even in the place like the slums, (he never understood why the Elder would live here of all places) there should be more activity, more movement. Somebody should have tried to rob them by now. He would know, having lived here for half his life.

Everybody seemed to be afraid of something/ But what? They hadn't strayed into gang territory right?

That was when the shrill whistle screamed into the air. Korra slipped into a bending stance, letting the rain fall on them, as all three of their heads shot up to face the rooftops from where the sound had come from. So when attackers sprang out of the manhole covers below their feet they were taken by surprise.

One man, who hadn't come out of the sewers yet and was directly behind Korra, grabbed her foot with his gloved left hand. Her screams echoed through the streets both from the electricity coursing through her body and from the punctures made by the clawed glove.

Mako threw a fireball at him but the damage was done. Korra slumped unconsciously to ground, bleeding from the ankle while the man, who had a completely black mask on, leaped straight out from the manhole. He rolled to break his fall and landed by the manhole cover which he promptly picked up and threw at Mako.

Mako's eyes widened. How in the world had that guy picked it up and threw it like it weighed nothing more than a disk? There was no time to react before the cover slammed him in the gut and he flew backwards. As he lay there stunned, the captain casually walked over and chi-blocked him in the forehead. The man then went and peeled back Korra's eyelids to make sure that she was truly unconscious before checking on Bolin's progress.

Bolin was slowly losing ground but still throwing everything he had at the Equalists. But even as he was watching, the man with a thundercloud-grey aura jumped behind the boy. With a few quick jabs, Bolin lost control of his body and splashed into a puddle.

He was still talking though, "Hey, who are you guys? And what the hell do you want with us?"

Silently the captain walked over and stunned the boy. He turned around to tell the rest of his team, "Normal procedure." Well that had been ridiculously easy. Why would someone as strong as Amon need to worry about the Avatar? As soon as Amon took away the girl's bending, there wouldn't be any more problems with finishing the Revolution.

They finished tying up the Avatar and her friends just as the woman who had blown the whistle jumped down from the fire escape. They were about to leave but then some brave soul in one of the apartments opened her window and shouted at them, "I'll call the police after you! And you bloody Equalists can't do anything about it!"

She promptly slammed her window shut and closed the shutters but he had already gotten a glimpse of her aura. A bright red, she would have been quite the Equalist if she had joined them. He wondered if it was just a bluff; it was unlikely that a slums dweller would own something as expensive as a telephone.

It didn't matter; in either case they would be long gone before the police would be here. Though it was a shame that they would know the kidnapping was the Equalists' work since Amon had hoped that the police would think it was just another gang brawl.

Oh well. You couldn't win everything. Tossing the adolescents to an Equalist waiting in the sewers, the captain himself carried the earthbending boy. He could already feel the boy's weight pressing down on him. Maybe he was getting out of shape. There just wasn't enough action ever since Amon had changed his plans because of the Avatar's arrival. Seriously though, she was a 16 year old girl, even if she had mastered 3 elements. The boom of the closing manhole and the consequential darkness heralded their arrival into the sewer tunnels.

He led the way since he was the only one that could see the aura of the moss that grew on the tunnel sides. The Equalists hadn't dared to place torches in the sewers for fear of igniting any gases. As such, only the teams that he led could travel through the city along the sewers. He had cultivated and placed small pots of this moss to mark the path. Turning another corner, he was quietly satisfied that Amon put so much trust in him.

Then he realized that they reached a dead end. The moss grew all over the wall here. It didn't look familiar to him. He blinked. He knew he hadn't made any wrong turns… he was sure of it! He personally went and checked that all the markings were in place everyday! Trying to keep calm, he told the rest of his team, "Wait, stay here. I need to double back to check something." He slid the boy off his shoulders and ignored the exclamations and questions the others were saying.

"Stay here," he repeated and then left. Looking back once, he saw that the others had placed their captives on the ground too. He was surprised that none of them had stirred yet despite the awful stench. But he supposed that the darkness deepened their sleep.

As he retraced his footsteps, a feeling of unease grew inside of him. He didn't see any of his potted moss even though he had seen at least 5 before they walked into the dead end.

And he walked straight into another dead end that hadn't been there before. The smell of the sewers had completely dissipated. The tunnel walls were no longer made of stone but pure earth. It was with a heavy heart and the knowledge that he was trapped, that the captain turned back.

He nearly died from a heart attack when he saw the old lady standing at the end of the tunnel, blocking his way out. She wore a red robe and looked around 80 years old, judging from her white hair and numerous wrinkles, and that was ordinary enough but her eyes… her eyes were glowing pink.

Without moving her arms (or at least as far as he could tell) wind and small droplets of water swirled around her and flew at him, flicking him with moisture. With some surprise he noticed that the wind smelled like campfire smoke and spices. She was smiling softly, but there was a sort of emptiness behind it as if she didn't know why she was happy. But what scared the captain the most was that her aura was pitch black.

He had never ever seen a person with such an evil aura.

He backed away from her until his back was pressed against the wall. "What-wha-what are you?" He stuttered. His voice cracked in the middle too. She tilted her head like a curious child then started walking forward at a steady shuffling speed. He vaguely acknowledged that fact that a wall of flame had risen behind her, when she started moving, to block the tunnel exit.

The captain knew that he should probably start running or chi block the old woman or do something but he couldn't move. It was as if his brain had gone dead from fear. All he could do was watch her approach ever so slowly, her ridiculously long, almost ground-length hair, that was restrained by a hair band, swing from side to side- almost like a pendulum.

When she was within an arm's reach away from the captain, the light from her eyes cracked, almost like lightning. The wind started to die down and something in her expression changed, but then the glow returned strong as ever and the gale blew up around her again.

He tried again, "Answer me! What are you?" But in his heart he already knew the answer. A freak with glowing eyes and the ability to bend more than one element; something that didn't belong in this plane of existence.

She studied him for a movement then shuffled even closer until he could see her non-existent pupils and she could see his. Absentmindedly, he noticed that she moved extremely slowly. Or maybe it was the opposite and she moved too fast for his mind to comprehend the action?

All sound faded away, even his ragged breathing and the rabid thumping of his heart. He couldn't feel the weight of his clothes anymore or the confined space of his mask. The world had gone completely black, turned into a void; he couldn't even see his own aura anymore. With only the empty wind whistling around him, it felt like nothing in the world existed but them.

She was shorter than him, but black terror suddenly started to twist his stomach into knots as she slowly extended her hand out towards him. She couldn't energybend right? Only Amon and the Avatars could do that…right?

The feeling quickly faded. There was no bending that she could remove in any case. Why had he been so scared? It was just because he had seen the gesture used by Amon many times and seen the effect it had on people that it been ingrained in him as a gesture to be feared… Used by Amon… Amon. AMON!

His eyes shot open and he tried to jump over the old woman. But it was too late; there was a twisted leer on her face that made him feel sick, and her hand lightly patted his head and everything started to fade. He pressed against the wall for support but… he was so tired…

OoOoO

She kicked the ground nervously. The captain had been gone for so long… everybody was getting worried even if they tried to not show it. If he didn't return… well they would have to grope their way around the sewers to find a manhole to exit from. Nobody was excited to try that idea out, so they waited.

The captain really hadn't acted like himself… he was usually cool and collected but he had suddenly stopped them in the middle of a tunnel and doubled back. There had even been a slight edge of panic in his tone. Did he forget the way or something?

One of the others stirred. He said, "I know that the captain told us to stay, but he's been gone for too long. We should go check on him." There was a unanimous muttering of agreement.

Then his buddy turned towards her, "Hey you. Can you guard these kids?" There was a bossy and confident tone in his voice as if he was sure that she would agree. She hated that guy, she was older than him but he acted like she was some helpless painted doll.

Still, they did need someone to keep an eye on the Avatar so she grunted, "Fine."

The other three left a few minutes later. That third person never talked. She still wasn't sure if it was a male or female. The red boy groaned. She crouched down and poked his forehead pressure point. Then her boredom set in. She had been left behind to take care of 3 unconscious teenagers, who weren't going to wake up anytime soon, in the sewers. Being an Equalist was such a great job.

Wait, what was that ringing noise? She stood up uneasily. Picking up her net, she started to spin it in slow revolving circles. "Who's there?" She called out commandingly. There was no answer except for the dripping of sewage waste. What a bundle of nerves she was. She snorted and set the net down. It made a slurping sound as it settled in the 'water'. Ewwww…

Then a feeling of blistering heat and the smell of spices overwhelmed her. Before she could react, a blazing fire had set her alight. She screamed and rolled but it wouldn't stop burning. Someone was laughing at her, something that didn't sound human.

What was happening, what was happeni- she screamed again as the heat suddenly intensified. Before the fire could consume her, the smoke got to her. Choking and coughing, her last sensation was of falling face first into the sewage waste, setting whatever garbage was in it on fire. At least the mask helped keep out a bit of water…and the evil not human thing was still laughing….

The smell of spices invaded her nose. Mmm… they smelled really nice. Korra opened her eyes. After her vision stopped appearing so blurry, she could see that she was in a bed, covered by a red blanket. The bedroom looked really small. She turned her head and to her surprise there was an old woman sitting there wearing a red robe.

At that moment, said old woman jerked awake to look at her. She had light brown, sort of hazel eyes. She smiled, "Hello, I'm glad that you're awake now, Avatar Korra. I'm sorry that my home doesn't have much to offer for one as great as you."

Korra flushed. Well ok, she definitely had mastered 3 elements, but still, she wasn't a fully realized avatar yet! "It's a really nice house. Oh and just call me Korra."

OoOoO

"So who were the guys that attacked us?" Korra leaned back against her chair. The trio sat in a semi circle in front of the Elder, who smiled patiently. Mako had almost burnt her face off when she went to wake him up and Bolin had just kept snoring into his pillow until Mako bodily lifted him away from the bed and set him on the ground.

"They were Equalists, Korra." Mako explained. He ran his fingers over his chair's carving over and over, agitatedly, "Their leader's called Amon and he leads a bunch of people who think that benders are evil and need to be killed."

Korra frowned and leaned forward, her chair landing with a muffled thump on the threadbare carpet, "That's sick! What about the Avatar? The Avatar's the peacekeeper of the world; do they think I'm evil too?"

"Yeah, that's why they kidnapped us." Bolin whistled, "Wow, you're becoming really famous now, Korra."

Mako turned his head towards the Elder, "Elder, how did you get us away from the Equalists?"

She smiled a bit wider, "Oh no, I didn't do it. Someone called the police and they went into the sewers to follow the Equalists. I was waiting for them to come back, and when they did come back, bringing you along with them, I told them I could take care of you. So they carried you back to my home and I've taken care of you for a few hours."

"Thanks for helping us!" Korra smiled. "And um… we were coming to your house when the Equalists attacked us, because you had some advice or something you could give me?"

The Elder smiled, "Of course. It's just a short story."

Korra blinked, "Oh. That's ok. Yeah, so the story?"

The Elder launched into the story with gusto and lots of hand movements, "70 years ago, the 100 Year War ended due to Avatar Aang and his friends' efforts. But there's another story that precedes his…"

A/N: Wow, that took forever to write. :c And this is only a prologue leading into the real story. This might not make a lot of sense right now, but I'll try to clear things up as I go. It'll probably take a while though.

However, this is important to really understanding the story, so it'll be a good idea to remember this chapter. ^.^

And this is technically an AU crossover just to let you guys know.

Thanks for reading!