AN: This is the start of an epic tale about friendshipm, crime and the like, taking place in the Legnd of Korra universe

It was morning. The heat of the sun was spilling over him through the opened window, slowly recovering his energy for the long day ahead of him.

He opened his blue eyes. Furrowing his brows and closing his eyes, he rubbed the sleep out from his eyes, and stood up.

He looked around at his usual, boring apartment that seemed to be whispering to him about his poorness. He decided to get dressed and go out to work early. After all, what would a factory be without great firebenders? So he hurried up to the harbor, where his job awaited him, feeling the same feeling as always, that today might be just a bit special.

"Zavros!" someone yelled. A colleage along the way. What could he possibly want? "Want to race down to the factory?" he said. Zavros, being full of energy after a long nights sleep, was up for the challenge and started to run. Still, this was nothing out of the ordinairy.

At some point, the road became so obscure though, that Zavros lost sight of his coleage, but knew that he was far ahead of him. He continued running, turned around an edge, knowing that he would see the harbor right in front of him. "You there! Lookout…!" Someone yelled from Zavros´ right, but it was too late. The person ran into Zavros and both fell to the ground with a hard thump…