Part two of the untitled story from Guest (I'm calling you Hank for now on). Please enjoy.


The young Avatar stayed back in the Spirit World for a bit longer. She discovered that she could bend now that she was physically there and with no one to tell her to stop she began to work on a few things that she figured looked like earthbending. Korra was also avoiding the voice in her head that her Uncle advised her to ignore.

It was the dark voice from the old tree that she could not ignore.

"Raava, I see that you have found a new mortal. She seems weaker than last time."

Korra stared at the tree and saw that there was something in it. She stopped messing with the ground and walked closer.

"Who are you? I feel like I should know you from somewhere." she asked. Her voice was filled with a nervous curiosity.

"Who I am is not as important as what your uncle is about to do."

If the spirit could smile, Korra imagined that it would have been a devious one. They way it spoke gave the young Avatar chills.

"What is he about to do?"

"You should go look and see, Raava."

Korra slowly walked towards the Southern Portal. Her eyes did not leave the tree for a lingering moment before she entered into a sprint.

With all of the extra ice removed from the forest, Korra made her way out quite hastily. She stopped when the sight of patrolling soldiers reached her. The Avatar ducked behind a tree, holding her breath in case they heard something. The men continued, complaining about having to build a fortress around the portal. One of them mentioned something about dark spirits and his mother-in-law, causing them both to laugh.

Korra knew a few of them. Most of her run-ins with the soldiers were when she was bored late at night and decided to sneak out of the palace and attend parties in the barracks. She was officially banned from the soldier's barracks when she was caught necking with a young soldier. She tried to argue with her uncle telling him that she was legally an adult at sixteen. Unalaq ignored her reasoning and made sure that anyone who caught the Avatar outside of the palace and did not report, would spend a few weeks in the tundra.

"Hey, Igrok." Korra tried to get the attention of said soldier she had kissed as he walked by. Just her luck!

The soldier stopped to look around. A snowball was thrown at him before he realized where the voice was coming from. Igrok looked around, searching for viewing eyes before he ran into the woods.

"Korra? I'm surprised you remembered my name" He then spoke with a warning, "You are not supposed to be here."

"I'm beginning to realize that." She muttered under her breath, "What are you all doing?"

Igrok grinned, "We're actually supposed to prevent you from leaving the Southern portal."

"Well, you owe me." The Avatar flicked his helmet, "Because of you, I was left to be doomed with two years of boredom."

"If I remember correctly, you kissed me first."

Korra's brow twitched, "I need to get through. You know; special Avatar duties."

Igrok laughed, "Are you going to kiss me again after showing off your 'awesome' firebending?"

"No," Korra frowned, "This is actual Avatar duty stuff. Some spirit said my uncle was planning something bad."

The soldier put a hand to his chin, "I may be able to sneak you through the base in one of my spare uniforms. Of course, I can think of a couple of things that would get us caught."

Korra looked confused until the soldier pointed to her chest.

"I'll wrap them tighter. Just turn around and don't peek."

"If you get me beheaded by the Chief, I will haunt you and the next Avatar." He said as he twisted around to give her some privacy, "And I don't understand why I have to turn around. I played with them that night."

"Shh!" the Avatar retorted, "I'm almost done anyways. Why don't you go get that spare uniform?"

"Alright, but I don't have an extra helmet."

"Just steal one."


A couple of hours, rebraiding of hair and uniform adjustments later, Korra was ready to be led through the camp. Her skinny, shorter frame in uniform was quite humorous to Igrok and he commented on how loose everything looked.

They quickly moved between the tents. To anyone who was not paying attention, they looked to be patrolling. Most of the camp was busy building. The few patrols were avoided as Igrok knew where they were supposed to be.

As they reached the edge of the camp, they managed to take cover behind a snow bank. They had to ponder up a plan to get Korra to make it past the wide open tundra before them.

"Hit me." Igrok said.

"Hit you?"

He nodded, "You owe me for getting you to this point. The least you can do is make it look like I was not helping you."

So Korra punched him in the cheek. Igrok eyed her with disbelief.

"You call that a punch?"

"You know, I wasn't trained in fighting." Korra deadpanned.

"Fine," Igrok said raising some water from the ground, "I'll do this myself."

He whipped the water out before bringing it back towards his face. He managed to cut his cheek. The soldier grunted from the pain.

"How does it look?"

"Like you just whipped yourself."

"I'll give you sixty seconds before I begin to call out that you attacked." He sighed, "Oh, and you are crazy if you think you will beat the Chief without knowing how to fight."

The Avatar shook her head before bolting away. Igrok began to count.

"One, two…"


She was lost. Korra knew she was as soon as she could not find the divide in the glacier. It had been a couple of days since she left the portal. She was surprised that she was even alive. What made it worse was that a storm was coming in and the dark spirits circled above her. Their presence gave her a sense that they were mocking her as a failure of an Avatar. She could manipulate water and fire fairly well. She thought she moved a rock but she could have very well have just kicked it and not feel it because she was cold. She just could not fight.

And she really needed to be able to fight because she was suddenly ambushed. Korra cursed under her breath as she was shoved face first into the snow. She could feel boots stepping down on her back and on the helmet she was still wearing.

"The North certainly makes horrible scouts." One of the men laughed.

"That's because they're all inbred." Another laughed.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Why are you asking that? We all know they name all of their children after the Chief like the brain-washed polar bear-dogs they are."

"My name is Korra." She finally spoke up when she could get a breath into her lungs.

"Korra? Your parents gave you a woman's name? That must have been harsh." They laughed.

Another man spoke, "I don't know what's worst; growing up in the Northern Tribe with a woman's name or sharing the same name of their failed Avatar."

Korra grew tired of these idiots and their jesting. A sudden surge of energy flowed through her as the wind picked up. The snowflakes pelted at the men like sharp needles as she revealed the Avatar State to them.

"Oh penguin eggs! It's the Avatar!"

"Quick, tie her up before she can help those bloody Northerners!"

Korra left the Avatar State, "Wait, you think I'm here to help them? I just had to sneak through a camp of theirs."

"Why were you doing that?"

"Because my uncle is up to something."

The Southern rebels looked at each other before laughing at the Avatar.

"Really? He's up to something?"

"You don't say."

Korra looked at all of them with a slightly frustrated look as their murmuring jokes continued.


Sometime during the day, she was finally brought to the main camp outside of the city. When she arrived, it was small and basic. By the end of the week, Unalaq's rule over the Southern Tribe caused the camp to grow. At the head of it all was some rich, company owner by the name of Varrick.

Korra did not like him or his creepy assistant. Actually, Korra found that she did not have much in common with the Southerners other than birth place. She was often left alone too once they all found out that she was of no use to their cause besides healing.

After a few weeks of nothing, the young Avatar kicked a small snowball out of anger. It hit one of the buildings that had been there before it was made into a camp. Korra cringed when she heard something break. After building up her courage, she walked into the building to apologize. What she found was a familiar face. The older woman looked surprised at first. She was not expecting that one of her plates would fall from the wall.

"I'm sorry about interrupting you." Korra bowed.

"It is fine, dear girl. I was just not expecting it." The woman smiled, "Please, come join me for something warm to eat and drink."

As she was led, Korra looked around the room. She took in the pictures and trophies from the woman's past. The Avatar smiled for a moment.

"Katara."

The old woman turned with a grin, "You know my name."

Korra's eyes widened, "I wasn't going through any of your things!"

"It's fine, dear girl. You are just remembering your past life." The woman laughed, "Our past life together."

"He speaks fondly of you," Korra muttered, "Well, when he is not beating me at pai cho. He just laughs at me when I get frustrated and then tries to teach me some trick with marbles."

"That sounds about correct. He was always the jokester."

The Avatar suddenly smiled, "Can you teach me waterbending?"

Katara paused for a moment. She tilted her head as something caught her interest.

"It will have to wait. The camp is being attacked." She said as she rushed out of the back room, "Help me set up some of these mats. You will have to help me with healing the wounded."


So Korra began to help in other ways around the camp. All of her time practicing with the healers paid off. Katara even showed her a few tricks that the North never taught her. Eventually one of the rebels that was close to her mother offered to teach her a few basic waterbending moves.

Korra soon went on missions with the rebels. They were often using guerrilla tactics to hit the Northern Army as their numbers were not close to be able to fight a proper war. She was learning how to bend water in unconditional ways but it was not bothering her. Korra was helping and was proving to herself that she was not a failed Avatar.

A scout came rushing back to their small camp. He was shouting something about spotting the Chief and a small band of Northern Tribe soldiers heading towards the Southern Portal. The resting rebels jumped up and gathered their things. Korra quickly extinguished all of the fires before following them.

She watched as the warriors came to a stop at the cliff sides. They were going to ambush Unalaq before he and his men could make it to the portal camp. The hand of the leader went up to ready the warriors. Korra could feel her heart speed up as they waited. The man looked around him once more before dropping his hand. The valley below soon filled up of wolf calls from the ambushers.

The Northern soldiers tensed up as the cliffs caved in and the attackers began to force their ranks in. From above, Korra could see that it was going well for the rebels. Her uncle was not putting effort into fighting them. His mind was somewhere else.

'Close the portals before he gets there, Korra.'

The Avatar sighed. The voice was becoming stronger and telling her almost constantly. She was losing her mind and was almost to the point of giving in.

She was about to move to come in and help the rebels when Unalaq began to flee. He must have had some reason if Desna and Eska were staying behind to fight. Korra had the feeling that she needed to follow him. She created a flat piece of ice and jumped on it before guiding herself down the back side of the cliff. The board gained speed before she could stop herself from tossing herself over a sudden drop. Her arms wailed around humorously as she fell.

"This is going to hurt!" she screamed before throwing her arms out.

The snow blew out around her as she landed on a cushion of air.

"I'm airbending…" she stated in surprise before dropping to her feet and shouting with joy, "I can airbend!"

The ice board then hit her in the back.


She finally caught up to her uncle at the Portal camp. It was not the entrance she wanted, but she was having issues with getting the ice board to stop. She crashed into a tent. After untangling herself, Korra grinned as the familiar faces of the Northern soldiers appeared. Their hands were up, ready to attack.

"Oh hey guys." Korra said nonchalantly as she wiped snow from her sleeves, "You all look ready to fight."

"Just surrender Korra," one of them began, "We all know you can't fight."

"No, you are correct." Korra smirked, "I can't fight, but watch this."

Korra's tongue stuck out to the corner of her mouth as she bent some water up. She had them all focused on the small amount of water that it surprised them when she splashed their faces with it and froze the water. Then she pushed her arms out to airbend…

"Oh come on. I was doing it earlier." She moaned as she tried again.

As she talked herself through what she had done to airbend, the soldiers had recovered from being blinded momentarily. They began to attack when Korra finally blasted them with too much air.

"Sorry." She called out as she ran to the forest.


When she entered the portal, she saw that Unalaq was already waiting for her. He wore a large grin on his face. Behind her, Korra saw that the portal's light bent to meet with the Northern portal.

"You think you are smart, Korra," he started, "You find ways to bend unconditionally yet you think you can fight me here? Have you forgotten that you are not a master in anything?"

The Chief turned to the tree, "Everyone will forget you. Korra, the failed Avatar. They will soon see what a true Avatar looks after today."

Korra watched as a beam of light hit the tree. The spirit from within broke from its prison. Dark spirits gathered closely.

"Raava, after ten thousand years of light, I will take pleasure of destroying you."

Unalaq continued to grin, "I am ready to become a dark Avatar, Vaatu."

His grin disappeared when the dark spirit laughed. He looked betrayed.

"No, like you told Raava mere weeks ago, I have no need of you. You have done well to make sure that Raava cannot defeat me."

Korra glanced at her uncle. She looked up at the dark spirit before watching it attack her uncle with a beam of energy. She covered her face from the brightness. The ground before her was unleveled and her uncle was nowhere to be seen.

"Now for our rematch, Raava and ten thousand years of darkness."

Korra gulped, "Rematch?"

The memory of the strange voice came back to her, warning her to not open the portals.

"Oh. Damn." Korra sighed as she readied herself, "This is going to be a long, painful day."


And... I'm ending it here. If I wrote anymore, I'd be making another full story.