So my last version of this story was just horrible, and confusing. I'm disappointed that I wrote something like that. It was a bit rushed. So I planned it out a little better, and came up with this. I really like this version better and I am very happy with it. I hope you feel the same way. Though, my summary could be a little better. And the cover image for the story I made could have been better..Boiln's eye cut off... Whoo.-_-

So this is an Alternate Universe Fanfic, and I anticipate to make it at least 20-30 chapters long. Each chapter ranging from 1k-4k words. It will take place in a modern time with a whole entirely different plot. This is a Makorra fic, but will also be revolving around other characters we know and love/hate.

I sincerely hope you enjoy. BTW: I will be giving my other fic a break, I again have writers block, and I need to re-plan out the 11th chapter. So I hope this will help me with that block.

Disclaimer: The Legend of Korra belongs to Bryke. The plot of this story belongs to Soullikeabird. (Me)

Korra smears a tear from her cheek as her heart pulsates heavily in her chest. She was just in her chamber within the compound , the next moment she is on a flying Bison, presumed dead. The cold wind whips around Korra making her quiver and shake. The moon hangs high, and expansive with the stars in a brilliant, silvery glow. Korra is usually found admiring Yue's beauty, but instead she sits stunned, the ringing in her ear growing louder, more distinct, like the vulgar shot had just fired off in her ear.

The eyes of the sentries bore into her with worry. Korra swallows sharply trying to gather her thoughts together. So far she was failing. All her mind could process was how to breathe.

In.

Out.

Howl sits beside her occasionally asking Korra if she understands what is going just shakes her head, still slightly shocked at what just happened. His husky voice is like a distant incomprehensive whisper to her.

Korra stares down at her hands which are streaked with dark red blood. She tries wiping it off on her sweats, but it merely smears and spreads. She whimpers as she rubs her hand against her sweats. "Get it off!" she cries.

"Avatar Korra, calm down. Its ok." Howl comforts taking Korra's hands.

Korra quickly rips them away and glares at the Sentry. "It's not ok! What part of any of this is ok?" Korra insists irately throwing her hands in the air.

"Avatar Korra, I know you're scared, but you need to remain calm." Howl scolds gently.

Korra drops her gaze from Howl and goes back to staring at her hands.

How could the young Avatar possibly remain calm. She just saw somebody die, for her. She just saw someone jump in front of her to save her life. A man. Who possibly had a family, and people who care deeply for him. Now his blood is on her hands, slowly drying and caking to her clammy skin.

She can still smell the heat and the rusty smell of blood in her nostrils. She can still hear a piercing scream that was her own as the window shattered and she was shoved out of the way. She watched in horror as the man fell in front of her. Coughing and gagging on blood that rose in his throat, and spurted from his trembling mouth. She eyed the hole that penetrated the sentries' chest; the skin around the deep crimson hole charred and seared. She scooted over to the man, and placed her hands on the bloodied wound, and idiotically tried to heal him with no water. Her hands slowly began to redden as the blood seeped between her closed fingers. She gasped in horror as his emerald eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his chest stopped rising.

After that, everything went white, and then she is in the sky with her potential Airbending teacher, and six White Lotus Sentries watching her as she shudders. There was no time for goodbyes, no time to get Naga, no time for anything but to run.

They are taking her far, far away where she will be safe. Where her life won't be at risk. Because how can someone be at risk, if they are thought to be dead?

Korra picks at her food, using her chop sticks to push around the green spinach, and fluffy egg whites. She isn't hungry. She hasn't even dared to think about food for the last 16 hours. Her stomach has retched and flipped in her belly, rejecting any food she managed to swallow. But Pema has insisted she eats something.

Korra sits alone at the dining table slowly chewing the green mush, her jaw aching as she pushes the food back with her tongue and swallows. Korra drops her chopsticks and pushes down on her knees with her hands with a shuddering sigh. She shoves her plate of food back as she fights to keep the bite she just swallowed housed in her stomach.

Just then, Jinora stalks into the dining room in a urgency with a newspaper clutched in her hands. Korra is handed a folded newspaper by young Jinora. "I think you should see this." Jinora says sensitively.

Korra cringes as she holds the flimsy newspaper in her sweating hands, her eyes scanning the black print that slams into her like a truck. A single tear scales down her reddened cheek.

Avatar Korra Assassinated?

Late last night a sabotage lead by the "Mysterious Masked Man" resulted in the disappearance, and presumed assassination of Avatar Korra (17). No body was retrieved from the scene of the crime, but witnesses claim that there were gun shots. Groups of Equalist were seen fleeing the scene, Avatar Korra disappearing along with the assassin. Blood was identified at the scene but has not been matched yet.

The investigation will be ongoing-

Korra slams the paper down, not wanting to read any more of what happened just last night. People think she is dead.

Dead.

Korra feels her mind spiraling down into an emotional downfall. Tears spill over from her eyes, her hands grow sweaty, and she suddenly feels nauseous, like she can throw up.

I failed. Korra thinks, the bile rising in her throat.

"Korra?" Jinora asks concerned. Jinora cringes as she watches the distress that contorts Korra's face.

"People think I'm dead?" Korra choke out through all the shock that gathers in her mind. Korra clenches her fists, her nails cutting into her palms to the point where her skin cuts open. Anger, confusion, and sadness carts down on her. She slams her fist down on the dining table, her small glass of juice quakes from the vibration. Without a second thought Korra snatches the paper from the table and jumps to her feet. She stomps out of the dining room. "Tenzin!" She yells whisking the tears from her face.

Korra scours most of the island for Tenzin, plodding around angrily shouting his name. Finally after several minutes, she finds him out in a gazebo, sitting with legs crossed, and eyes closed. He is meditating.

Korra jerks him out of his trance as she throws down the article in his lap. Tenzin takes the paper in his hands then glances up at Korra who is fuming with intense anger. He also detects traces of tears pooling on her eyelids. "Korra, let me explain." Tenzin says to his new pupil.

"What is there to explain! People think I'm dead Tenzin! As in no more Avatar! As in people think there is no more hope! I have to go home so I can let people know I'm ok!" Korra retorts in a plea.

The people that cross her mind comes in dozens. Her masters, her people, her parents think she is gone. Korra can't imagine she anguish, and grief that her mother and father must be feeling.

"Korra you can't go home." Tenzin says pushing up to his feet.

Korra flinches. "And why not?"

Tenzin sighs. He knows what Korra must be feeling, but he also knows times are complicated and he must be rational. "Korra, please everything will be explained to you soon." Tenzin reaches out to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she reels back with a scowl.

"No! Explain to me now!" She demands, her nostrils flaring.

Tenzin exhales coming to the realization that Korra won't be dropping this anytime soon. "You can't go home. It is not safe. You will remain here, on the island in hiding while you train with me to master Airbending." Tenzin explains

Korra's eyes go wide as what Tenzin just stated materializes in her head. "What? I have to remain in 'hiding'? W-what about the war?" Korra protests.

"You don't need to worry about the war, Korra. You need to focus on your training."

"Of course I need to worry about the war! I'm the Avatar!" Korra insists.

Tenzin rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Korra, someone out there wants you dead! You will be protected this way. The war has not yet reached Republic City. You are most safe here."

Korra gazes down at the floor, not wanting to admit that Tenzin is right. She wants to be rational, but her recklessness is trying to tell her otherwise. "So what is the plan? Hold me captive here on the island until I have mastered Airbending?" Korra asks in a challenging manner.

"No. Actually you will attend school." Tenzin replies smugly.

Korra's breath hitches in her throat, and her eyes widen. "School? Why do I have to attend school?" She asks baffled. She had always been home schooled, so the thought of high school, just like every other teenager slightly frightened her.

"Because even the Avatar needs knowledge."

"How am I supposed to attend school if I am in 'hiding'?" Korra asks using her fingers to put air quotes around the word 'hiding'.

Tenzin can't help but smirk. "You will be in disguise." He informs.

Korra doesn't agree with this. Not one bit. If she had it her way, she would be on her way back to the South Pole. She doesn't want to go to no high school with a fake name to her face. She understands she was almost killed, but is all this truly necessary? Korra falls silent, staring up at Tenzin in annoyance and confusion.

"Korra, I promise that everything you need to know will be explained to you soon enough."

"Do my parents know?" Korra blurts.

"Your parents are informed of your escape, and that you are safe."

A wave of relief washes over her, and her tense muscles in her shoulders sag. "Are they ok?" She breathes.

"I assure you, your mother and father are fine."

"How about Naga?" She asks softly.

"Naga is fine too."

A pang of emptiness slams into Korra. She had to leave behind her polar bear dog. She bets that she is missing Korra, and is scared. "When can we bring Naga here?"

Tenzin closes his eyes sadly, then opens them. "We can't bring your Polar Bear dog to the city Korra. I'm sorry."

All this news has been disappointing to Korra, but the fact that Naga won't be with Korra swallows up everything else. Korra gets defensive and narrows her eyes. "What do you mean we can't bring Naga to the city! Of course we can! I need Naga!" Korra petitions, wary.

"Korra, you will be sufficient without Naga. Besides everyone knows the Avatar has a polar bear dog. If she is spotted on the island, your cover will be blown. We will not risk it." Tenzin clarifies sternly.

Korra bites down on her lip angrily. What she is being told is a bunch of bull shit to her, but she also realizes its reasonable. Korra is the only one in the world who has ever tamed a polar bear dog. If Naga was seen on the island, people would suspect Korra is living on the island. Korra bites back tears. "Fine. I understand." Korra seethes through clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry Korra." Tenzin says empathetically. He places a hand on Korra's shoulder. She shrugs it off, and turns away.

Tenzin bites the inside of his cheek, turns and walks away.

Korra's wet, icy eyes glimmer in the sun's beams. It is hot in this city she knows nothing of. Her skin sweats under her thick winter parka. She stares out of the gazebo, and over the blue waters that lead to the city.

She notices how the tips of the sky rises kiss the clouds, and the sounds boom from the streets. Thin wisps of smog haze over the building, and beneath the clouds. Then there is a golden building that shimmers in the distance with a green dome of glass shielding the top of the building. It stands out the most to Korra. She has never seen anything like it, it was so modern, and glamorous looking. Something you wouldn't see in the South Pole. Korra cringes.

This is her new home. Where she will stay, indeterminately.

Part of Korra is excited to see a whole new world from a different perspective. Then a bigger part of her is terrified. Scared that going incognito would fail, and that somehow the war will find her, and end her.

The world already thinks Korra is dead, and since the article in the paper was released, the benders of the world have slowly begun to lose hope. Their Avatar was their solution, their one way to defeat the enemy. But now, their solution has been defeated and their courage has died right along with their Avatar.

Times have been rough, but things just got a lot worse. Slowly things will begin to come crashing down.

Avatar Korra no longer exists.

So thats chapter one. I will not be updating again until I reach at least 10-15 reviews on this story. I hope this isn't too much, I need time to write the 2nd chapter. Thank you so much for reading! I would like to hear from you, and what you think. Your complaints and compliments are greatly appreciated. :)

Until then,

~Megan~