My name is Korra. I am the Avatar. And as the Avatar I'm supposed to provide help and guidance to the rest of the world as needed. Keep the balance and peace as all of my previous incarnations have done before me.
So why is it I've been trapped in a guarded compound in my home country ever since I've been discovered by the White Lotus?
Ever since they found me, they've kept me in this cage that I currently inhabit. Though, I suppose I don't have any reason to complain. They provide me with food, shelter, and teachers along with sparring partners that help me with my bending along with lessons of history of this world that I live in.
My most previous incarnation, predecessor if you will, was most often spoke of in great detail. His name was Aang. My waterbending teacher Katara, along with with her brother Sokka, discovered him encased in a globe of ice when they were in their teens. Aang was rather unique as an Avatar. He was the last of his people, the Air Nomads who were wiped out in the beginning of the Hundred Year War. At the age of twelve, he ended the war while learning to be proficient with three of the four elements he had yet to master. He was quick to point out that he couldn't have done it with his friends and teachers. Katara, who assisted and taught him with his waterbending and became a master in the art. Her brother Sokka was the strategist and warrior of the group as he couldn't bend. Toph Beifong, a talented earthbender who was practically a master due to her connection to her element due to her blindness. And Zuko, a firebender who was a former adversary during the war, becoming a close ally and friend as he taught Aang firebending as well as helping others in the group to right his wrongs.
During the war, they discovered the Order of The White Lotus. A secret organization that sought truth, beauty and peace without the borders of any Nation or government. The White Lotus started to openly support Aang near the end of the war and agreed to help guide and protect each and new Avatar at Aang's request.
And they've protected me as best as they could….a little too well if you ask me. I rarely leave the gates of the compound; and even then, I'm only permitted to see my parents. We try and stay in touch once a week if our schedules allow it. My father, Tonraq, was Chief of the Southern Water Tribe and had his own duties to the people. My mother, Senna, helped share his responsibilities as an unofficial advisor. We try and make as much time as we could to spend time as a family; but more often than not I'm not allowed to spend more than a day a few times a week. Something that my parents and I kept arguing against, but often fell on deaf ears. Only Katara had any sympathy for me.
Suffice to say, I can't proclaim that I have any real friends. Though I'm friendly with my sparring partners, they aren't really part of my age group. The reason being they were old enough to have the skills necessary to provide me with a challenge. The only one that I could consider a friend was my pet polar bear-dog, Naga. Sort of speaks how close I am with people when my best friend was part dog, part bear. The closest human that I have any significant emotional connection to while in the compound was Katara, my grandmother figure that visited almost daily.
With my education, I have the mastery of water and earth elements with my fire mastery being tested fairly soon. I wasn't permitted to be taught any techniques such as lightning or metal bending until I master all four of the basic elements, much to my reluctant agreement with their reasoning. Though that agreement was broken when I overheard that I was a bit of loose cannon to learn such techniques responsibly. Being a teenager, I was determined to prove them wrong by learning them myself. Not a good idea to sneak out and learn such advanced techniques without instruction, I've learned in hindsight. Especially if there wasn't anyone to drag me into a Healer's tent should something go wrong. On a slightly unrelated note: I became very proficient in water healing, much to Katara's pride and joy.
So I've attempted to learn metal and lightning bending in secret. I couldn't risk bending any metal larger than some silverware without getting caught. Being in the southern arctic, there wasn't a whole lot of metal to use. Not like I've had any luck anyway. Without a teacher to help guide me, I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong no matter how much I try and get a feel with it. The metal is too pure for my current abilities I guess. With lightning, I had to be cautious, with it being the most unpredictable element. One wrong move and you can cause your heart to stop. Several times I've had close calls with my heart beating so much I thought it was about to pop out of my chest. Training was not as sparse as I thought it would in that regard. Storms can be a bit common during winter.
During my secret excursions to practice these bending techniques, I've discovered bloodbending by complete accident. It was never my intention to learn something so horrific, but when you're surprised attacked by a pack of wolves during a full moon….Well, stranger coincidences have happened I guess. Like most of my abilities, I recognized bloodbending was a tool. And while I think it's not something to be used in most instances, i'm not going to toss it aside something that could be useful to me one day.
I should thank Katara for the idea to write in a journal. She's been telling me this would ease my boredom for years, but I was too stubborn to give it a try. This is more relaxing than I thought it would be. At least it's something to vent my frustrations without having to worry about offending anyone. Though, there are times where i don't really care about that. Not like I've been anywhere else.
Hello, and Welcome to my first Korra Fanfiction. I'm working on a few projects right now, so updates may very. I intend on releasing a new chapter of any of my works at least once a week. Please submit comments, they're greatly appreciated.