If you guys have seen my profile page, you'll know that I'm kind of revising all of my old stories from a few years back. Obviously my writing style was very different back then, and it hard to relate and think in that type of creative aspect anymore with how much my writing has improved, so I've decided to renew this one as well. The first chapter of this orginal plotline didn't really make any sense with the rest of the story, so I replaced it. Forgive me for the restatments of season 1.

This story was orginally titled "Spirits Combined" also. The plot has changed slightly, as seen in the summary, but it still has the same basic points.

I hope you all enjoy, and a special thank you to all the people who still continue to read this story after all this time!

Korra felt an awful pit in her stomach. Today was the day. The say her true colors showed. The day she claimed her title as the Avatar. The day she had to take down Amon...and yet it didn't feel like it. Korra didn't feel the butterflies in her stomach and all the nerves everyone else did, she just felt dread. She wasn't even taking on Amon yet, she was only going to ruin the airplanes best they could. This might be their end, and they weren't even close enough to the real problem yet.

Korra knew that wasn't right. Why did her friends have to risk everything when there's a good chance their everything will mean nothing in the long run? They shouldn't be fighting for something, not the dilemmas surrounding it.

But Iroh already has a plan ready for them, and it's only fair to listen to a General, and not just any general, but the General of the United Forces. Korra trusted Iroh's judgment, and his battles tactic methods, but she just didn't feel at ease with what he going to do today; he's taking hr and her friends on a mission to take down the air crafts. It was dangerous, but not as dangerous as the real deal. Amon.

What if this was all for nothing? What if Amon would still win? What if she'd lose her friends forever? Korra mentally kicked herself for thinking that way, but she just couldn't help it. She'd been thinking of all her friends one by one and what could happen to them all night, as if they were invading her dreams. She dreamed of how devastated Tenzin would be if he had his bending taken away; the last thing that connected him to his father. And his children...how they would be broken apart physically and emotionally. They'd still be a family, but not the same family they always were. The Airbending kids came to mind then, and she thought of how young they were. Too young to have their souls crushed. Meelo was what, barely five years old? And Ikki was only seven. Not to mention just how old their eldest daughter was, Jinora wouldn't even see her thirteenth birthday without being reminded of what she lost.

Korra's friends from home soon came to her mind. She remembered that even though Amon was only in Republic City for now, he could easily wipe out the entire world at the rate his followers would be growing. Korra thought of her friends back home, and although there were very few, they still count. She recalled both her parents as well, that they were both waterbenders of great skill, and that Amon would probably take out the strongest benders first.

She had a friend named Zhang back in the South Pole, who was yet another waterbender, and a current White Lotus member that trained to protect her growing up, which is how they became friends in the first place. Zhang had introduced Korra's other best friend, Shen, a wild earthbender, who actually lived in the South Pole with her. That always confused Korra, why an earthbender would choose to live in a sheer ice land, where all that's there is snow, and ice, and cold, and water, and more snow. No earth, not enough to really bend anyway. Ever.

But Korra loved them both none the less. Zhang was never really Korra's type in friends, he was quiet, obedient, really into reading, and a total geek at points. But he was always protective over Korra and Shen, considering his grandfather had trained him to be a White Lotus Member ever since he was ten. Shen, on the other hand, was wild, loud, rambunctious, and totally nuts, but of course that's what Korra loved about him. Korra grew up learning earthbending with him in her training quarters, and when they weren't practicing, they were out pulling pranks and being complete idiots. They were rumored to be the worst kids in the entire South Pole. Shen never failed to make Korra laugh or just put a smile on her face.

Zhang never found either of them humorous, but he found himself loving being around them anyway. Korra almost cried when she thought of Amon and his army going to her home and ripping their chi's apart, taking what makes them them right out of their bodies. Their spirits. And she'd never get to say she loved her family again, or laugh with her friends one last time.

And then came her friends here in the city. Asami. Bolin. Iroh. Mako. All of them. Asami had been through enough, losing her home, her abilities, her power, her whole life. She was even informed her father was working for their enemy behind her back, and then it was proven to be true when she saw him trying to electrocute her boyfriend. Asami wasn't letting on all she felt, she was trying to mask her hurt with anger and with a veil of being tough, trying to be strong on the outside. But she was weak, and vulnerable on the inside. She was pleading for help, even though she didn't know it herself.

She was hoping this was all just a horrible dream, and she's be waking up soon. She just wanted to be able to forget about her new lifestyle, her father, her future, everything. All she wanted is for everything just to slow down, give her time to breathe. And she might never get that wish.

Bolin was one of the only things that made Korra smile when she thought of everything that night. She thought of her fun loving, careless, goofy, earthbending friend that never failed to lighten the mood with his wacky comments or actions. That's what she loved most about him; how he could find the good in everything so clearly. Korra regretted being so blind to his feelings for her, and not noticing that he was hurting just as much as she was. She would never in a million years mean to hurt him, and thank the Spirits they were still friends today and could have fun again. Bolin was never one for letting life pass you by, so he never let an opportunity to have fun or take a chance slip away.

Bolin's whole life story was about taking chances. He took a chance at becoming a pro-bender. He took a chance at getting captured by Equalists. He took a chance at asking Korra out. He took a chance at coming with her on this wild ride. And maybe, just maybe, it was getting a little too wild for even him.

And of course she couldn't forget about the one firebender boy who drove her crazy; and not like she liked him. Mako was arrogant, closed up, and harsh. He never failed to find a way to get under Korra's skin and he often used that to his advantage. He accused her of a lot of things, thought being the Avatar was just some big title for her, and the one Korra hated the most, he underestimated her. And Korra couldn't help feeling something for that, sarcastic, irking, cool guy. He interested her because he was mysterious, he knew where she was coming from in many of her past situations, and he's been there through all the hard times. Korra didn't care if he didn't have feelings for her, she didn't care if he chose Asami over her. She cared about him staying alive long enough for the rest of their future to play out.

She had been dreaming of his death more than any of the others; she just couldn't shake that image. The image of him being electrocuted to the bone, and being laid in front of Amon when he awoke. Mako's eyes would stay shut, refusing to look into the murderous eyes in front of him, until he felt the sudden pull of his bending being ripped right out of his soul. Mako's eyes would stay open as he fell to the ground, motionless. Because he wouldn't tell where she was or where she was hiding, Amon ordered his lieutenant to threaten him to death until he talked, only it wasn't a threat in the long run.

Korra then felt firm hands shaking her when she was awakened late at night. She gasped when she finally opened her eyes and she noticed she was crying. She looked up to see warm amber eyes greeting her ice blue, but not the amber eyes she thought they were. "Korra, thank goodness!" She felt him pull her into a tight embrace.

"Iroh," She gasped for breath still, and wrapped her arms around him too.

"What happened? I just came in to see if you were awake and you were weeping in your sleep, I had to wake you immediately." Iroh stopped when he noticed Korra was still shaking. He put a hand on her knee, and looked her in the eye. "Korra, what's wrong?"

Korra gasped for breath once more as she looked up at him, tears still flowing down her cheeks. She let out a sob and collapsed into Iroh's arms. "I-I dreamt of what Amon will do if we don't win," She cried. "Every single person who was ever close to me had their souls immediately broken and a part of them just ripped out of them and away by force. How can I go to fight those airplanes with that all on my mind?" She asked him.

Iroh pulled her out in front of him so he could see her face. "Korra," He said, "I've known you since you were just six years old. Do you really think you can fool me like that? Not just anything makes our tough as nails Avatar cry, let alone in her sleep." Korra gave him a confused look. "What else was in your dream that has you so terrified?"

Korra sniffed. "I...I saw them dying." She finally answered. "I saw them all dying! Everyone, everyone I've ever know and loved! They all sacrificed so much just for me..." She was sobbing uncontrollably now, not caring if anyone else heard. She didn't care if she was the Avatar and she was supposed to be strong at times like this, sometimes things got even a little overwhelming for them, including Korra. Right now, she felt so much at ease with her emotions finally leaking out, and she felt comfortable with Iroh being the one there to witness it. He didn't mind if they were in the middle of a war or that he could die today, all he cared was that his soldiers, or friends more like it, were safe and ready enough to finally take their victory.

"Most of all, I saw him dying. And it was all just to protect me, h-he refused to tell them where I was hiding and so they killed him and everyone else...even you." Korra whispered as her voice began to crack.

Iroh nodded. "I understand how horrifying that can be," He told her. "Because I have dreams like those all the time when we're at war. I'm so afraid my worst nightmares will become my reality when I should really focus on what would happen if my greatest dreams came true," He smiled at her. "But you're right on many levels. This is the real world, and people will get hurt, but we can never remember those people in vain when they're gone, because I know I wouldn't like to look down from the Spirit World and see my mother and father weeping about my death and complaining on how stupid I was to join the United Forces without a second heir at the same time,"

Korra laughed as he did a quick impression of his mother's voice as she scolded him from below the Heavens. "What I'm trying to say, Korra, is don't dwell on the "what ifs" the whole time. Only you can create your outcome."

Korra smiled as her eyes filled up with tears, but not with sorrow this time. "Thank you," Is all she could choke out before he grabbed her in a night embrace again.


Jinora sighed as she looked up to the sky, her mind wandering to many various places as she starred at the stars. She wondered how long it would take to get to the South Pole so they could all stay with Gran-Gran while dad went out to go help fight the war with Amon, while she, her sister, her two brothers, and her mother just sat there totally useless, just like always.

She thought of Korra, and how the poor stubborn girl was holding up being "patient" and actually not reckless. Jinora laughed to herself. Oh, Korra. The head strong, temperamental Avatar who wouldn't know what patience was unless it smacked her right between the eyes. She missed the girl more than she expected, but that only made her more eager to start on the story she wanted to write, Korra being one of the main characters, along with a strong metal bender she dearly missed.

And Jinora thought of Lin, more often then any of the others. She thought of how much she missed her brave and in-control attitude, and how she told her someone like her could be a good addition to her force someday after she saved her on the island. Her, as in Jinora. That remark made her glow with pride, the fact that she had managed to impress one of the greatest earth benders in the world.

She thought of how honest Lin was when they had asked her all those personal questions, such as how she was connected to her father, where her scars came from, and why she was helping them, that you could tell she didn't want to answer. But she did anyway, just to please them. Jinora will never forget the last words she heard from the hero, her hero.

Flashback:

"You know what I do when I'm scared," Jinora spoke up to Lin. "I say three things I want badly aloud, so I can start to think about those instead."

Lin had to turn her attention away from her when the first airship shot a net at them. She sliced it with her ropes, but wrapped hers around it. She looked back at them. "When you're scared, huh?" She asked Jinora. "When I said I was as proud as I could be before, kids?" They all nodded. "Well that was I lie. I couldn't be any prouder, even if you were my own children. Whatever happens to me, don't turn back." She said.

"Lin, what are you doing?" Tenzin asked, whirling around.

Lin then ran off Oogie's tail and pulled herself towards the airship with her rope still being connected. She jumped up to the top of the airship, and began to uproot the metal. "One," She said aloud. "For Korra to defeat Amon to save Republic City."

She started to run across the airship, pulling the metal with her. "Two, to have Tenzin and his kids to tell Rohan wish him luck as he grows up."

She jumped across from the now falling airship, to the other. "And three," Lin started to rip the surface apart. "To have kids as wonderful as you as my own." She was then wrapped in whatever the chi-blockers threw at her, electrocuting her again until her vision blurred. The last thing she was Jinora on the edge of Oogie's saddle, calling out to her, and then her vision fell black.

They all stared in shock as Lin, the great, invincible Lin, fell for the last time they'd see. "That lady is my hero." Meelo stated.

"Yes, she is." Tenzin said, watching as his childhood friend was dragged down into the airship.

"No!" Jinora cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew what her last wish was, what was her last want. She knew that she wanted to have children, kids that could carry on her legacy proudly, and hold their heads high for her. But as she was pulled away from her sight, Lin was on her way to Amon, and Jinora knew that her wish wasn't only hard now, but it was also impossible.


"I couldn't be anymore prouder if you were my own children."

Jinora felt tears sting the corners of her eyes. That was what she thought about most; how Lin had sacrificed herself to save them...she gave up everything just to keep them safe. She was probably on her way to Amon right now...about to get her chakra blocked for good, having a part of her gone forever. Jinora cursed herself for being one of the Last Airbenders, being the reason Lin had given herself up to the enemy. Tears streamed down her face as she replayed the scene over and over again in her head. She sat there, silently sobbing to herself, not wanting to worry her family anymore than they already were. "I know you're always looking out for us, Aang," She whispered to the sky, "But why did this have to happen?"

Jinora's thoughts were interrupted when a large hit shook Oogi's saddle. She hit the edge with an "Ooph!" and quickly got to her feet "What was that?" Meelo asked.

"I don't know..." Tenzin hesitated, looking around cautiously. Then another hit came, shaking them even harder. "Where is that coming from?"

Jinora then spotted the cause through the dark, thick cloak the night had put on them. She saw metal claws grasping their saddle hard, and she let a gasp escape her lips. "Dad, look!" Shes shouted over the wind. She pointed to the gaining airships, which were very close behind them. Tenzin whipped Oogi softly, urging him to go faster. They were beginning to get away when they heard a loud humming come from above them in the distance. Everyone held their breath.

"Daddy, what's that sound?" Ikki asked quietly.

"I'm not sure." Tenzin looked out to the horizon, where he heard the humming getting louder. His eyes widened when he saw a large, metal machine flying towards them, lights shining in their direction and cannons about to be fired. "Get down!" He yelled as a shot was aimed for them. He felt airships pull them in, and he pushed Oogi harder, but it wasn't enough. The more Tenzin fought, the more they were shot at. He looked back behind him when he heard Rohan let out a cry, and then saw his children clinging to their mother's side, with a terrified look in Pema's eyes. That was more than enough to convince Tenzin to give in.

As he let the airships slowly pull them in, Jinora let out several screams and cries. 'What are you doing? Keep going, we can't give up! Lin wouldn't want us to, Aang wouldn't want us to!" She yelled at him, hoping the mention of his father would pang at him. She then began throwing blasts of air towards the airships, pushing them away, and causing the air crafts to send more missiles.

Tenzin ducked under a shot that was thrown, and got up from his position on Oogi's head and ran to his daughter. He caressed her in his arms and stopped her from making it worse. "No, Jinora!" He snapped. "It is done." He said softly to her.

She began to cry uncontrollably now. She hugged her father tightly and buried her face in his soft, silk robes. "Where were you, Aang?" She whispered. "Where were you?" They were finished; it was over.


No one had spoken of Korra's sudden meltdown that night, even though almost all of them knew about it. Bolin had woken up to go get some water early before dawn and followed the sound of soft weeping to find Korra tossing and turning furiously in her sleep. He then ran to wake his brother and Asami rushed them to the scene to attempting to get their help to comfort her, but by the time they made it Iroh had already beat them there, so they decided to sit silently and listen to their conversation.

Mako narrowed his eyes as Korra practically latched onto him and told him everything like he was her therapist. He should've been the one comforting Korra then, holding her and telling her it was all going to be alright, But...maybe that was the problem. Korra wasn't a child, she couldn't just be told everything was going to be alright and be expected to believe it. Because she knew it wasn't just going to be ok, nothing was ever that easy. But still, Mako knew where she was coming from.

Of course he hasn't had dreams like Korra has before, but he knew better than the General did, childhood friend of not. For Spirit's Sake, he was the one who went off to play Mr. Grunt in the big, bad army in the first place! He left Korra, and now he's just coming back when she needs a shoulder to cry on. Typical.

Mako stopped when he noticed what he was doing. This wasn't right. Didn't his self decide he did not feel anything if Korra and Iroh were close friends? Or that he could have his arms around her in the middle of the night? Or she could be burying her face into his shoulder looking for comfort, not that firebending, army fighting, good for nothing General who didn't give a-stop! Mako shook his head vigorously. What was he doing? He didn't care if Iroh was here, or if he knew Korra. They were in the middle of a war! He didn't have time to waist his energy dwelling on something so stupid.

But Mako snapped out of his thoughts when he heard someone sit beside him. He turned his head to see Bolin next to him, his gaze focused on the ground. "Whoa," Is all he said.

"I know." Mako replied. The two brothers just sat there, staring down the ground in comfortable silence instead of at each other for quite sometime. Mako felt like just telling his brother how he was feeling, wondering maybe if he could tell what his emotions meant since he was much more experienced with dating and relationships than he was. Ok, maybe not relationship per say, because the longest term he's had with a girl was a little over two weeks, but he still knew more about the way women minds work than he did. But then again, what was there to figure out? Mako was fine with Iroh being here and him being around Korra, no doubt about it. He was just tired and nervous about the mission in the morning, that's all.

"Bro," Bolin interrupted. He nudged him in the ribs.

"W-What?" Mako asked him, turning his head towards his brother.

"You were zoned out there for a second, it's like you couldn't hear a word I was saying," Bolin told him. "But anyway, all I said was Korra really took it hard back there."

"Yeah," Mako frowned and looked away, closing his eyes. "She did."

"Do...do you think she's ok?" Bolin asked quietly.

"Bo, it's Korra. Of course she's ok."

"But she just looked so scared in there...and her dreams..." Bolin hesitated and shook his head. "Do you think they're true?"

"You asked me the same question when you thought giant gummy bears were coming to eat your socks when you were seven," Mako said. "Bolin, there's no way I'm going to let anything happen to you out there, and I'm sure Korra won't either." Mako craned his neck to try and look him in the eye, but Bolin kept them shut. Mako sighed as he realized he wasn't getting through to him. He's not that goofy little seven year old anymore that believed in the Boogie Man; he couldn't just be told everything would be alright either.

Because this was definitely wasn't. Korra was letting all the pressure and weight crush her and she just couldn't take it anymore. But Korra and "give up" didn't go in the same sentence, did it? That's because she's Avatar Korra, the girl who's as strong as a Komodo Rhino and as stubborn as a sitting Platypus Bear, and that wasn't a matter of opinion. Mako absolutely refused to believe that Korra would let this take her out, it just wasn't right. "Come on, you know Korra. She's strong and brave and bold; she can do anything. There's no way she'd let something like this beat her." He reassured.

"Except she did, didn't she?" Someone said behind them. The two boys whipped around to see Asami leaned against the doorway, her foot resting against the wall. Her gaze was set on the floor, her face with an emotionless expression. "Korra did let Amon beat her."

"Of course she didn't, we haven't even fought Amon yet." Mako reminded her.

"Yeah well if we did, we'd all be cold dead on the floor because Korra couldn't pull her "strong, brave, bold" self together." Asami snapped back.

"What kind of game are you playing?" Mako demanded, standing up so he could face her.

"I'm not playing any game, Mako, I'm fighting in the middle of a war, just like you should be instead of having your head stuck in the clouds." She spat.

Mako groaned. "What is your deal? You've been acting like you're in the pessimist fog ever since we brought Korra home!"

"I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist. And what's real is Korra's bringing us down. I don't know about you, Mako, but I actually prefer staying alive."

'How can you say that? After all Korra's done for you. She's given you food, a place to stay, and an actual family when your perfect little life fell apart and you had nowhere else to go!"

"Um...guys?" Bolin said softly to get their attention.

"Don't you dare bring my father into this!" Asami hissed. "That's not the point!"

"Then what is the point? What exactly is it that you want me to say, Asami? That Korra is a nervous wreck? That she's finally lost it? Or oh, I know! That she's going to let Hiroshi drive a forklift over her so she can be put out of her misery!"

"Shut up, Mako! You know that's not what I meant!" Asami shouted back.

"You guys, I'm serious-" Bolin tried again, his eyes widening.

"You might as well have. You know what, Asami? You're right. Korra's finally cracked. She can't protect us or anyone else because she's too much of a basket case for anyone to go near her!" Mako shouted.

"Mako, dude, you really need to-"

"So why don't you go rub it in, huh? Why not tell her that we don't trust Korra, the Avatar, to do her job? Because she said herself she failed, why not agree with her right? Go tell her, Asami, that we think Korra's going to go out there and totally lose it while we're fighting for our lives, and she's going to let us get captured. Of course knowing where we stand in all this, we're going to do everything we can to protect her," Mako's neck muscles strained as his voice got louder and louder until his temper lead to the final blow. "And she's going to get us all KILLED!" He roared.

"Mako!" Bolin yelled at him. "What!" He heard his brother yell at him, but Bolin's expression was still hard and he wasn't backing down. He stayed silent, but pointed his finger past Mako.

Asami was the first to turn around, and all the color immediately drowned from her face as is she'd seen a ghost. Her gaze quickly fell to the floor. Mako whipped around and he could've sworn his heart stopped. Oh Spirits. "K-Korra?" He choked out, trying to swallow the large lump in his throat.

"Well it's nice to know you all believe in me," She said flatly, her face hard and obviously upset.

Mako sighed. "Korra," He started.

"Don't Mako!" She snapped. "Now I know who I can really count in all this." She said. "Sorry I'm such a let down."

She turned to leave, but Mako grabbed her by the arm. "Korra wait! I didn't mean-"

"Don't touch me!" She yelled, ripping his hand off her furiously. "I'm too much of a basket case to be around, remember?" And with that she walked out of the room, steaming and trying her very best to mask her emotions once more.


As everyone got geared up and ready to go take down the air crafts, Korra tried to settle the knots in her stomach. She had to tell them sooner or later, but she just didn't expect it to be this hard. It would've been easy if she hadn't heard Mako and Asami screaming about how she was such a huge failure and they were going to die because of her. Korra mentally kicked herself over and over for letting her guard down abut her feelings. She knew she should've been quieter and just pushed the tears away like any other Avatar would do.

Korra wondered if Avatar Aang ever felt this way. He had it way harder that she did it seemed, but Korra was raised in an igloo for her whole life, she'd hardly ever seen the outside world until a few months ago, so how could she handle this with the same confidence Aang had gained over time? He took out Yakone as easy as she took out pro-benders in the tournament, and he was a serious, deadly threat!

Aang could handle Amon easily without all the trouble and disruption she was causing, and that's what bothered Korra the most. Maybe she wasn't the strongest bender like Roku was, and maybe she wasn't as decisive as Kyoshi was, but Spirits help her, they were still a part of her and she'd have to try. The one thing Korra was the best as was never standing down, and she's not going to start now.

"Wait," She called before everyone started to load up. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going with you today."

"What?" Mako asked.

"Korra, if this is about what we said earlier, I want you to know that it wasn't true and were all just tired and worried and you have our full support on this, and-"

"No Asami, it's fine. I'm sick and tired of hiding from Amon. It's time I face him." Korra cut her off.

Iroh stepped forward. "That's not a good plan, we need to stick together." He stated.

"I'm not waiting for Amon to hunt me down. It's time to end this!" She replied firmly. "On my terms."

"Korra, this is not a mission you should be handling alone, I won't have you going unprotected." Iroh told her.

"She won't be," Mako said. "I'm going with you."

"You don't have to do that." Korra answered to him as he walked to stand next to her.

"Yes, I do."

Iroh sighed. "My grandfather would respect the Avatar's instincts, then so will I." He smiled. "Alright, Baby Avatar." Korra smiled back and left to go put on her Equalist uniform.

Mako didn't have much to do, so he had gotten ready fairly quickly and started on his good byes first. He hugged his brother tightly before anyone else. "Love ya, Little Bro."

"Love ya back, Big Bro." And that was enough to send Gommu into tears.

"Korra," Bolin said to her. "Amon is a nasty dude. Be careful."

"I will." She replied before hugging him. "If you're going into the mountains, you should take Naga." She then petted and squeezed her Polar Bear Dog close to her. "Take care of Bolin for me." She mumbled before Naga licked Bolin's cheek.

"Asami," Mako said as she turned around. "I'm sorry things got so messed up between us, but whatever happens today, I want you to know how much I care about you."

"I care about you, too." She answered, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking away.

"Korra," Iroh said to her. "I need you to know that you are amazing no matter what anyone ever says, regardless."

Korra sighed. "You heard, huh?" She frowned.

Iroh said nothing, and just pulled her into a tight embrace. "Promise me you'll just be careful."

"Only if you promise me you'll do the same." The two smiled at each other and Iroh hopped onto Naga as Korra walked back to Mako. They started on their separate ways, and Korra could only hope it wasn't for good.


Bolin sighed as the uncomfortable silence came over the three once again. He'd been trying to come up with a topic for them to talk about so it wouldn't be so awkward and depressing like it was now. General Iroh kept a straight, unreadable face and didn't make a sound the whole way there, while behind him Asami fiddled with her gloves and nervously twiddled her thumbs, letting out a distressed sigh ever once in awhile.

Bolin was tired, as they all were, but he was still Bolin and that meant he never got tired of talking, but when someone actually wouldn't talk to him, he just didn't feel right. His eyes felt as heavy as cinder blocks, his bottom hurt my riding on the saddle all day, and frankly, he wasn't in the mood for their little worry rampages. "So, General," He stated aloud. "What do you like to do for fun?"

"Fun?" Iroh asked.

"Yes, fun. You know, that thing that puts a smile on your cold, glaring face, softens your harsh, unapproachable demeanor, and makes people like you a lot less scary all together!" Bolin cried, growing slightly distressed. He sighed. "Fun."

"Well normally I would answer your question without hesitation, but considering I haven't been able to do anything really enjoyable lately, I haven't really had what you call "fun" in years." Iroh told him.

Bolin's head shot up. "What! You mean to tell me you haven't had fun in over seven years?!" He shouted from his shocked state.

"I-I didn't say that many exactly..." Iroh's gaze fell downward.

"Dude, five days is an entire life time for guys our age, any amount of years is an eternity!" Bolin cried. "We are so having a guys' night after all this stuff with Amon and staying alive blows over."

"But I haven't in so long..."

"Well then what did you like to do, back in the good ole days?"

Iroh narrowed his eyes. "It wasn't that long ago, I'm only twenty one, thank you. But I'm not sure, I guess I'm open to anything that's rational." He said.

Bolin smiled brightly. "Great! Then it's settled! We're all going on a dude's night out when we get back to the temple!"

"Uh, don't mean to interrupt your guys' bromance, but I think we might be here." Asami stated, pointing down the side of the mountain.

Iroh slid down Naga's side and walked over to the slight cliff they were coming across, and smiled. "Looks like we're found out secret Air Field." He said, motioning for them to follow him. "Bolin, once we get down there I need you to tear up those run ways. We can't let those air-crafts take off."

"Ay ay Captain! Oh, General, General!" Bolin saluted him and corrected himself. "Alright, you guys wait here until we get back, ok." Bolin called back to Naga and Pabu before running to catch up, but they started after him. "Nuh uh, stay." He commanded, causing Naga to whimper and plop back down.

As the three approached the bottom of the hill, they came across large metal fence posts sticking up out of the ground, towering over them. "Why would there be no fence posts, but no fence?" Asami wondered aloud.

All the sudden, a huge bolt of electricity surged through their bodies as they tried to walk past them. They all fell into the snow, motionless with a "thump". "Awww, why does saving the world have to be so hard!" Bolin whined.


Iroh was slightly panicked as he blasted himself into the air using his firebending to push his feet and fists. He grabbed onto the current airplane that he was chasing, and managed to reach the pilot, throwing him off the side of the plane and taking his seat as his own. Iroh switched the gears, causing him to go even faster and cast his course downwards.

He tried his best to take control of the metal stick that steered the plane that was located between his legs, but he struggled to get it going to in the right direction, jerking himself between the left and the right. He finally got out of the two cliffs that were keeping him enclosed and followed the other airplanes in their course to Republic City.

Iroh smirked. "Doesn't know how to fly an airplane. Does it anyway. I am one hell of a General, United Forces."

Iroh followed the aircrafts until the skyscrapers of the city were visible, and he began sending bolts of lightening at the metal contraptions, sending them crashing down into others, leaving only two left. One of the planes in front of Iroh sent an Equalist rope that got caught in his propeller, and he immediately jumped out with a shout as his airplane was blown into pieces, Iroh fell through the sky until he used his firebending yet again to power his feet and fists through the air, rocketing him down onto the airplane that attacked him, shooting a fire blast at the second airplane in front of them.

Iroh rolled across the surface of the plane and kicked the pilot out, only to have another bomb dropped onto his engine and set it ablaze. He kept wavering at steering until the plane above him threatened to drop several more bombs on top of him, but he sent a fire hit up to blow up the pilots plane before he was able to.

Iroh sighed as he was forced to jump out of his plane, again. He leaped out to grab an Equalist flag that was being hung on Avatar Aang's staff on his statue, and the plane headed right for Amon's mask. The plane exploded against the mask, causing it to shake and soon fall off, revealing Aang's much missed demeanor once again. Iroh smiled up at the past Avatar's face. "Thanks for looking out for me, Aang."

He thanked. Iroh looked up to his left to see the golden shine of the arena and was suddenly hit with a wave of realization. Korra was still in there. He looked down from his current position, seeing nothing but the water below him. Iroh sighed.

"The things I do for this Avatar," He said to himself before grasping his nose and letting go of the flag, splashing into the cool, blue bay.


"I wouldn't leave just yet, Avatar. You'll miss the main event." Korra then turned to see four poles rising up out of the stage, and couldn't believe who was chained to them. Tenzin and the kids

.After a long, slightly depressing, discussion with Tarrlok at the Temple, they had learned Amon's true identity. He was from the Northern Water Tribe. His father was Yakone. And he wasn't just a waterbender, but a skilled bloodbender with amazing power. He somehow manages to use him bloodbending to take other's bending away...and there was no physically possible way to beat him. But that's when they came up with their plan. They were going to expose who Amon really is in front of all his followers, at this rally of course.

But their plan had gone horribly wrong, as Amon had yet again somehow been one step ahead of him. He had a large, blistered burn stretching across his entire face, enough to convince his follows that what they had proclaimed was a lie.

She could see Tenzin franticly looking over at his children, seeing Meelo's terrified, wide eyes, Ikki not even daring to look up, and Jinora so still, he wondered if she was still fully there or not. She wasn't going to struggle because she knew there was no point anymore, she wasn't going to continue trying. She was done, and so were they. "No. They got away. We saw them get away!" Korra cried.

"Tonight, I rid the world of Airbending forever." Amon stated.

"Amon, let them go!" Korra pleaded.

"You're welcome to come down here and try and stop me Avatar." He told her.

"He's trying to bait you," Mako said, grabbing Korra's arm.

"I don't care! We have to save them!" She answered.

"The Avatar needs to be reminded of the power I possess." With that, Amon started on his way over to Tenzin and the kids, until Mako sent a a strike of lightening down at him. He and Korra then used their firebending to push them against the air as they ran across the side of the wall and jumping down onto the stage, taking out chi-blockers in the process.

As Mako fought them, Korra quickly ran over and started burning off the chains Tenzin and the kids had on. "Where are Pema and the baby?" She asked.

"Imprisoned." He answered, after she took of the handkerchief from his mouth.

"Beifong?"

"I don't know." As soon as Korra finished burning off all his chains, he hastily jumped into action with Mako, and began attacking.

"Follow me, kids!" Korra instructed, leading them out behind the stage and into the corridors. "Get them out of here, we'll create a diversion." She told Tenzin.

"Let's go get your mother and the baby." He commanded.

"PRISON BREAK!" Meelo shouted, pumping his hands up high in the air, before running off with his sisters and father.

But all the sudden, Amon came through the door entering the hallway, and Korra sent fire blasts to the floor to stall him while Mako took the lead in running ahead. They quickly hid in the supply room, and Amon slammed the door open after them, calmly walking in and searching for them quietly.

Korra only prayed he wouldn't find her under the tables, but she could see his feet only a few inches away from hers. He kept walking, but then stopped, looking from side to side as a bead of sweat trailed down Korra's face. She let out a breath she had been holding in when he walked away, but that could've been her greatest mistake. She screamed as he pulled her out from under the table with his bloodbending technique, lifting her above ground and manipulating her blood stream.

Mako sent many furious fire blasts at him from behind. "Let her go!" He demanded, only to have Amon push past his firebending and control him as well. He slammed them both to the ground and forced Mako to lay down and watch him make Korra kneel in front of him. "No!" She screamed as he put his hand on her neck.

"Korra!" Make cried in horror.

She gasped as Amon put his finger to her forehead, her eyes jerking around for any unfamiliar feeling. She let out one last breath before letting her body fall motionless to the ground, her eyes dead and her muscles limp. "I told you I would destroy you."

"Mom!" Ikki cried, running down the long hallway of cells with other various prisoners locked inside. Once Tenzin picked up his pace when he saw her bright orange and yellow robes, his children jumped with excitement. "Are your alright?" Tenzin asked her, opening her cell.

"I'm fine," Pema replied.

"And Rohan?"

"He's ok too," She said, looking down and the bundle in her arms, making sure he was safely wrapped in his blankets. "But we need to get out of here."

"I couldn't agree more." Tenzin said, putting his arm around his wife and starting off towards the exit.

"Wait!" Jinora shouted, before they all turned around to look at her. "What about Lin?"

"Jinora, we don't have time for that. Right now we need to focus on getting you children and your mother out of here," Tenzin told her.

"Yes, we do have time for it. And what about all these other prisoners? We need to free them!"

"I will not allow us to stay her any longer, the baby's safety is at risk." Tenzin answered sternly.

"Fine, then let me stay and look for Lin!" Jinora exclaimed.

"Absolutely not! Have you lost your mind?" Tenzin shouted.

"I'm beginning to think you don't remember the true meaning of being an Air Nomad anymore," Jinora told him, causing her father to turn red with impatience. "It's about freedom, and these people certainly free. We have a chance to help them, and you may not wan to take it for your own reasons, but that doesn't mean I don't have to," She said.

"Jinora, there is no way I'm leaving you here, in an arena full of Equalists who want to have you killed, for even one measly minute! You are coming home with your mother, siblings and I." He commanded.

"I'm so sorry, daddy, but you just have to be able to trust me on this." Jinora said, before running off to the beginning of the hallway of cells on her own.

"Jinora!" Tenzin called, starting after to her. Suddenly, he felt a hand hold him back.

"Tenzin, she's right," Pema told him, much to his surprise. "She's right, we need to trust her."

Tenzin's face dropped and he looked off into the direction his daughter had run off to. Please Spirits, keep her safe. "I do." He said as tears welled up in his eyes.


Jinora panted as she ran down the extremely long corridor of cells and that Amon kept his victims in. What kinda of prisons don't have locks on the cells? How in the name of Kyoshi is she supposed to free all these people if there's no key, let alone no key hole! When Jinora came to the end of the hallway, she looked around franticly for something, anything, that could help her get them out.

These cells weren't like anything the ones her mother was held hostage in, it was if there was no possible way to get in or out of them. She came across one cell a few feet away from her and blasted it with a gust of air, gaining no response. She sent more powerful blast, but again, nothing happened. Becoming a little distressed, Jinora blew the biggest air blast that she had in her at the moment, causing nothing but her hair to fly everywhere.

"Ugh! This is impossible!" She cried, sliding her back down the wall. "Dad was right, I can't do this." She whispered to herself, before burying her face in her hands.

But all the sudden, Jinora felt a slight breeze dance across her small, balled up figure, and she had just enough courage to touch her, and then it took a slight turn to the left, causing her to look behind her. And then she saw it. A huge, metal lever was sticking out of the wall, next to a podium with many different buttons and switches in a small, open back room. Jinora let out a sigh of relief and ran over to it. "Out of all the other electrical inventions Amon has control, and I didn't think of automatic doors?"

She mentally kicked herself for not thinking of that. Jinora took a quick glance at all the other buttons on the podium, but was fairly confused and just decided on her own plan. She wrapped her hands around the lever, ready to pull, and looked behind her one last time at all the prisoners. "Please be the right one!" She secretly pleaded.

Jinora then yanked down on the lever as hard as she could, closing her eyes and bracing herself for the outcome...but it never came. She opened her eyes and looked around. Nothing happened, not even one little. Jinora felt like crying, but she refused to let the tears fall. She leaned her back against the wall,and hit her head harder than she intended to. But all the sudden, the creak of metal doors filled her ears. Jinora's head shot up to see the multiple floors of cages and cells begin to open up, letting confused prisoners wonder out weakly. She laughed and jumped to her feet.

"That's it! You're free, you're all free! You're no longer under the control of Amon, you can all finally go home! Go! Go!" She urged them, but not many moved. They all looked at her with confused expressions and weak eyes.

"Who are you kidding, kid?" One man in the front asked. "There's no reason for us to go home; we have nothing there. Amon took our bending."

Jinora's heart sank as she realized there easily must be over two hundred people just on this floor she was on, and Amon had gotten to all of them. "Y-You mean he got to all of you?" They nodded. Jinora gasped, trying to cover up her shocked expression with her hand. How heartless and cold could a man be to take away something so near and dear to someone like that? It...it wasn't even human.

"But...but that doesn't mean you don't still have a life back home. You all have so much still open for you, you could all start your lives over again if you wanted to! Of course there must be some new changes in your daily lives, but that's all a working progress for everyone, right? And what about your families? You all have people who love you back home, you can't just leave them!" Jinora sighed when she saw she wasn't getting through to them at all.

"Look, I know this must be not only hard, but it seems impossible. I was up on a stage with that monster, put on display like my family's sorrow was the main event that people drained pleasure from. I know how terrifying it can feel. I know how horrible it feels to have a piece of you ripped away like it's nothing. And I may not of had my bending taken away, but you can swear to Avatar Aang that I know how lost you can feel when you lose that rock that keeps you on the ground. But that doesn't mean you can just give up everything and leave everyone else out there to fend for themselves.

"There's a whole world at sake, and you know how it felt when Amon did that to you," Jinora told them. "Do you really want other people to go through that pain? Can you honestly say you don't care about anyone else's well being but your own?" She asked. "Are you really that spineless and willing to let Amon win?"

No one responded, or even moved. They still only started at her with beaten eyes. The man in front, however, constantly shifted in his position. "You know what?" He called to his fellow prisoners. "The kids right! We don't need bending to live, especially when there are families at risk," He said. "The Equalists made it this far without bending, so why can't we? We have to stand up for our fellow benders around the world, we can't let Amon win this way! We need to put up a fight, benders or not, we have a world to protect! Who's with me?"

"Yes!" The crowd yelled.

Jinora smiled as the prisoners started to rise up, and gain rheir confidence back. She wouldn't ever admit it, but she felt a small tinge of pride that they were put back on their feet thanks to her. She looked to the man who had gotten them to come out of their shells and smiled at him. "Thank you." She said softly.

"No, thank you, kid." He replied, putting a hand on her shoulder and beaming down at her. "Let's take back our city! Together!" He shouted.

"Yeah!" The prisoners cheered back. They then all started pooling out of the room, but all the sudden a single chi-blocker and pushed through the crowd to get to the front. "What's going on here?" He demanded. His eyes fell on Jinora, who was frozen with fear. "Hey you! You kid right there!" He pointed to her and he chuckled in a raspy voice. "Oh, you're gonna be a lot of trouble, sweetheart." He growled, reaching out with his glove to electrocute her. Jinora gasped, and back away as fast as she could until her back hit the wall and her heart was running a mile minute.

The chi-blocker jabbed his hand towards her, but only to have it stopped by someone behind him. He turned around to see a women grasping his arm in a death grip, glaring hard at him. "You touch her, and you're gonna lose that arm." She told him, before bending at his elbow and slamming him into the metal cell, knocking him unconscious. The women then looked up at Jinora.

"Lin," She gasped. She threw her arms around her waist and held on tight.

Lin returned the hug and pulled her out enough to see her face. "We can catch up later, right now we need to get you out of here." She said. Jinora nodded, and the two set off out the hallway, but before they left, Jinora could've sworn she saw a shadow beaming back at her. She smiled to herself. "Thank you, Aang."


"Finally," Amon said, towering over Korra as she crawled weakly towards him, Mako still struggling on the floor. "You are powerless."

"Amon," He lieutenant called out from the doorway. "Everything the Avatar said...is true isn't it? I just saw you bloodbend her." He took off his mask and smashed his foot. "You traitor! I dedicated my life to you!" He yelled, taking out his bow staffs and running to attack him. But Amon then turned around and lifted him into the air with his bending. "You've served me well, lieutenant." Amon told him, before smashing him against the wall and causing many wooden planks to fall on him.

Amon then turned back to Korra, who was now trying her best to gather enough strength to get up. He was about to bloodbend her body even more, to try and tear her limbs apart. But all the sudden, he was hit with a lightening bolt out of nowhere, coming from Mako's sudden break through of his grip. This, however, sent Amon flying across the room and hit him against the hard, cold wall. Mako sent two fire blasts over the wooden planks that were behind him, causing it to trap him under it for few minutes. Mako quickly picked Korra up and began running down the corridors of the arena, trying to find an exit.

"Mako," Korra said softly. "My bending..."

"Everything will be alright, we just need to get out of here!" He replied, panting hard. But Mako dropped Korra when he felt the pull of Amon's bloodbending grip grab him once more. She skidded across the floor as Mako was hit against the floor and ceiling, and both of the walls surrounding them.

"I'm impressed," He stated. "No one has ever gotten the better of me like that.
He forced Mako to jerk his head up and kneel before him, Amon was electrocuted from behind. He fell to the ground hard, and Mako looked up to see who it was. "General Iroh?"

He stood there, still dripping wet from his hair, looking down at Amon with the Lieutenant's bow staffs in his hands. He smirked. "You really shouldn't leave these just laying around, you never know who might come across them." He said. Iroh held a hand out for Mako, which he gladly accepted. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, you?"

"I'm fine, Mako. But I don't think this is really-" Iroh was cut off by his own cry of pain as Amon lifted him up off the ground and started bending his limbs very far apart in every which way.

"Ah, Firelord Zuko's boy," He recalled. "You're descendants carry a long line of extremely powerful firebenders. What a pity you won't be able to carry on your bloodline in the future." Iroh howled in pain and Korra finally realized Amon was bending his body and stopping his blood flow all together. She gasped and jumped to her feet. "No!" She yelled, throwing her fist forward. But she had a reaction she was never expecting. A blast if air had emerged from her hand and blew Amon back, causing Iroh to crash into floor. "That's impossible!" Amon cried.

"She's the Avatar, nothing is impossible." Iroh managed to choke out, a smug smile on his now, cut and bruised face.

"I can airbend?" She asked herself. "I can airbend!" She declared. She then sent more gusts of wind at Amon, pushing him back. He tried to grab her in a bloodbending grip, but she refused to give in. "No...you...don't!" She yelled, kicking her foot out and creating an air wave.

"No, Korra, wait!" Iroh shouted, but it was loo late. Korra had blown Amon out the window of the arena, and Iroh along with him.

"Iroh!" Korra screeched, running to the window in hope of a way to save him. What was she supposed to do now? Jump out after him? No, that'd be stupid because then they'd both break their necks...but she couldn't just let him fall either. Korra racked her brain for something, anything, to come to mind. It felt like it was all in slow motion, an eternity as she watched Iroh open his mouth as a yell escaped his lips, trying to find a way to help himself with the mere few seconds he had.

"No!" Korra screamed, somehow managing to send an air blast to plummet him down to the ground, hoping to soften his fall enough. But it didn't. Korra could tell it barely helped when he heard a loud crack from even in her position so high in the window.

All the sudden, a huge funnel shot out up from the water, Amon being at the top of it. He whipped his head around, revealing his now smooth, flawless skin that was not burned or scarred at all. His eyes widened ad there were many gasps and shouts from the non-benders outside the arena. "He's a waterbender!"

"The scar was fake!"

"Is that our leader?"

"The Avatar was telling the truth!" Amon immediately panicked and dove into the water, quickly using his bending to carry him as fast as he could. Mako sent many fire blasts in attempt to hit him and stop him in his tracks, but he had no avail. Amon had gotten away. Again.

Korra held her injured abdomen tightly, but turned to Mako as he engulfed her in a much needed hug. She buried her face into the crook of his neck almost ready to let go, and he would be ready for it when she did. But Korra was then hit with reality when she remembered what had happened only moments ago.

She looked down to see Equalists crowding over Iroh, like buzzards crouching down to collect their prey. "Don't you touch him!" She yelled, blasting air down on them, causing the citizens to scurry like mice. Korra had Mako help her all the way down the stairs as quickly as possible, and she then hobbled over to Iroh and knelt down beside him, cradling his head and putting in her lap. "Iroh," She breathed, fairly close to letting tears fall.

Iroh groaned in pain and he opened his eyes slightly. "K-Korra..."

"Shh, don't worry, it's gonna be ok. Everything is going to be ok, I promise," She whispered to him. But for some strange reason to Korra, she just couldn't find it possible to believe herself enough to convince her own mind.

"I promise."

Well that was fun :) It was nice to reminice in my old writing style a bit before we really get into the good stuff. Just one more chapter and then we'll be getting into all the magical, spirited, "Part of Your World" parts. Thank you all again for anyone who's new to the story, and to the readers who have been here since the beginning. You have no idea how much you and this community means to me. I can't thank you guys enough!

If anyone is confused about anything or something seems unclear, please tell me in your review or message me. I'd be happy to explain, since this chapter seems kinda all over the place. I apologize for that.

~Suki17