AN: This is a Hunger Games inspired Korra story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: the Last Airbender, The Last Airbender: the Legend of Korra, or the Hunger Games trilogy.
As I stand on the cliff overlooking the city my stomach fills with dread. As it does on this day every year. I can never stop the fear that comes with the reaping. I've already lost too many friends to it.
I never fear for myself. On the contrary; I want to be reaped. It would mean I could go home, assuming I win. Even if it was only for one day.
I miss my home so much. I haven't been there since I was seven, on the day I first bent water. It was a day I'll never forget. I'll never for get the look on my mother's face as they took me away.
After dad died she clung to me. She was born in District 9 and had no family at home, other than me.
The South Pole was a nice place if you like snow, which I do. We'd had five victors when I left, and two after.
There are no living victors here in the desert. We take our mentors from the South Pole, which is another reason why I hope to be reaped.
Curfew is soon and I already get in enough trouble with the Peacekeepers. Any more and my water privileges may decrease. Grandpa Sangok is probably worried. He's not my real Grandpa but he took me in when I got here, so he's like one.
All I can do now is look to tomorrow and hope for the best.
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