PROLOGUE

"I just want you to know that I'm here for you."

"No. I mean go away. Back to Republic City. Get on with your life." She crossed her arms and lost contact with his amber eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not the Avatar anymore. You don't need to do me any more favors."

Mako clasped his hand on her shoulder softly to prevent her from walking away, "I don't care if you're the Avatar or not."

That afternoon he knew that this girl was broken. Her motives were shattered by the one they used to call the Masked Man. But Mako knew that he would love the Water Tribe girl whether or not she possessed the ability to control the four elements at her will. Whether or not she was one of the only known beings known to access the Spirit World on her own. And it especially didn't matter to him that she lived more than a thousand lives in a thousand lifetimes.

To him, she would always be Korra. The beautiful maiden who was raised in the South Pole.


So...yeah. Shortest prologue ever. This'll be set around season 1 but I'll be using some elements from season 2. This story's officially back! yay!