A/N This is my first fanfic, so I hope you like it. This fanfic is dedicated to Gatene. Without his help this would not be posted.

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra or Avatar: The Last Airbender

After Avatar Korra died, everyone assumed Rava dead and the avatar cycle broken. I know that's not true, though.

Honestly, I have no idea where they got that crazy idea. Korra only had her connection with her past lives broken, not her connection with Rava. There is, also, the fact that I'M the Avatar.

Anyway, my name is Linn. I've never been one for titles, so when ever I get the chance I leave the my title out of my name. I was actually named after Linn Beifong, a close friend of my Grandpa Bolin.

He and his group of friends (including my past life), would be disgusted if they saw how horrible the world got in just 14 years. You would think it wouldn't be bad considering the world went one-hundred years without an Avatar, but this was different. When Aang disappeared, even after a hundred years, there was still some hope for the Avatar's return; but after Korra died, everyone, even The White Lotus, lost hope for balance in the world. With the next Avatar to young to correct them and restore balance, the world fell into chaos. Believing that there was no one to stop them, the 5 nations turned on each other. The powerful grew in strength, and the weak were forced into submission.

Eventually those who were in power realized that if they were wrong and the Avatar was alive, everything they had accumulated would be taken from them. To prevent this, they rounded up the most elite Dai Lee agents and gave them the sole mission of finding the Avatar and destroying him or her.

The world's path to recovery started, as all stories do, on an average day...

Linn's POV:

I had just finished herding the cow-pigs into their corral for the night, when I heard muffled shouts coming from my house. My mother and I lived by ourselves, so shouting wasn't a common sound in our home. I was running towards the house when I tripped over a root into some high grass. For once, my clumsiness probably saved my life. About three milliseconds after I was out of sight, three weirdly dressed men walked out of my house carrying the unconscious form of my mother. From my position I was able to make out part of their conversation.

"We should inform the council of this lead immediately," the tallest of the three men commented.

"Are you insane? If she turns out to be a dead end, The Council of Power will want our heads as bad as an angry cabbage salesman!" A second one ranted.

"If she isn't they'll be just as mad at us for not informing them sooner," the third man deadpanned.

"Let's just go. We'll discus this on our way to town," the tallest one reasoned as they mounted their ostrich-horses.

Stunned, I couldn't move. What could The Council of Power want with my mother? Neither of us are anything special. I thought.

After the shock wore off I realized that I couldn't stay here anymore. I had to get help to rescue my mother. She was the only family I had left, other than my Great-Uncle Mako. Also, those men could return. What help would I be if I was captured myself?

The last I heard, Uncle Mako was living in Omashu, the last place left untouched by the Council. He could have moved but I didn't know where else to go.

Happy with my decision to travel to Omashu, I decided to get a good night's rest before heading out in the morning.

When I woke it was still dark out, which was odd since I never got up before the sunrise. Hungry, I headed to the kitchen, but when I turned the corner I froze in my tracks.

A/N Did you like it? Hate it? Love it? Any ideas for names? See any mistakes? I know it's short, and I'm working on that. Please review. Thanks for reading,

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