My Life, Rekindled Under The Cloudy Sky.

To realize one's destiny

Is a person's only obligation.

Azariah didn't like this.

Not one bit. Firstly, they thought they misheard from the village whispers that their best friend, Korra, had found a corpse and brought it home. Secondly, they were glad that wasn't the truth. Thirdly, why the hell did they allow Korra to bring them into the room the 'dead man' was in? They didn't like sitting in front of a body like it was some neat toy.

"Come on, Az'!" Korra whined. "You gotta at least see his hair! It looks like it was made by the sun!" Finally, after being worn down, The pair sneaked through the compound. Which, in hindsight, should've deterred Azariah, but their bad influence of a friend dragged them through. Korra all but shoved them through the tent's flap. They almost shrieked when the man's face was inches from theirs. Korra helped them up and asked; "See! Have you ever seen hair like that?"

Az' looked down at the man warily. After a few seconds, and composing themselves, Az' spoke.

"Cool." They said monotonously, "Can I go now? My mother already believes you to be a bad influence. I'd rather not think she's right." Az' twirled their hair between their fingers. Korra only pouted at her friends' words.

"But I'm the Avatar! I should be the best influence in your life!" Korra didn't even get the final word out her mouth before Az' began naming off incidents.

"Let's see." They extended a finger for each point, while looking up at the ceiling. "The Blizzard where you found Naga, Penguin sledding where I almost drowned when the ice cracked, The time we got chased by the hunters when Naga ate the hen's, and-"

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry!" Korra said between a fit of giggles.

"The more I think about it, you've almost killed me numerous times. Why do I still hang out with you?" They tilted their heads with a lifted brow. Irked, Korra shoved her friend. Stumbling, Az' flail their arms, but failed as they crashed face first into the bench across from the man. Groaning, Korra laughed as she attempted to help her up, but as Az' was accepting the helping hand from Korra a loud gasp made them both collapse: Korra in surprise and Az' from losing their balance. At first Az' had no idea what had happened, believing Korra had jokingly fell on her, attempting to start a wrestling match as she usually does. But as they looked into Korra's eyes, Az' slowly looked past her.

Their eyes trembled as, just behind Korra, was the man. Raised, clasping his chest and taking in gulps of air. Az' began to shriek, but was stopped as Korra's palm landed on their chest; "Ahh-guahh!" At the sound her friend made, Korra let out a yelp as their mouth was right by her ear.

"I'm… Alive?" Az' eyes widened at the man.

"You're alive!?" Az' shrieked

"You're alive!" Korra shouted with what they thought was glee.

Korra was truly insane.

Before anything else transpired, the man had slowly slumped backward. His lips mumbled something that they could not figure out. Az' slowly sat up and saw Korra quickly spring up and approach the man.

"Wait! Korra!" they shouted, but Korra was already by the man.

"Quick, Az' go get Master Katara!" His friend's blue eyes practically lit up.

"But-"

"Hurry! Or- er wait you don't know the layout of this place. You stay here, I'll be back!" Az's heart dropped at that and as they stood up to stop her, Korra had already shot out of the room. As the flap of the tent came down, they gave a sigh. They jumped when a wheeze came from below, looking down she could see the man's face twist in pain.

Swallowing a whimper, Az' approached the man and kneeled down. They could see the slight bumps on the man's skin indicating he was cold. Looking around while tapping their fingers together they sighed.

"Guess it's gotta be me, huh?"

Sighing, they reached down and pulled the covers back up the man, stopping slightly under his chin. But as they were letting the cover fall, the man's skin made contact with Az's hand. Immediately a pain shot through their hand, recoiling, Az' hissed as it felt like fire seeping through them.

Blinking rapidly, more in confusion than anything, Az' saw the hint of jagged blue lines on their hand. It was a clear contrast against their dark toned skin and easy to see. Az' continued to stare at their hand until the lines disappeared.

"W-what the hell?" They whispered.

"What was that… were- were those… my veins?"

Az' quickly picked up the sound of hurried footsteps and stood up, dusting themselves off. Az' casted a weary look at the man before stepping away, and putting significant space between them. The flap to the tent was pushed aside as her friend came rushing in, Katara in tow.

"He woke up, Katara. I'm telling you the truth! Even Az' saw him sit up." Korra looked at her friend for any sort of back up, but Korra's face turned into one of concern.

"Woah, are you ok? You look… pale." Korra placed her hand on their head and was quickly smacked off.

"I'm fine, Korra."

"Are you-"

"I said I'm fine." Az' stated sternly.

Katara eyed the pair momentarily before looking down at the man. He did indeed look more like he was sleeping than in a coma. His breaths were deeper, and a darker complexion returned to his pale skin. Not that it was noticeable, but before he was deathly pale. Crouching, Katara leaned down to touch his forehead. No sign of fever, and better yet the man's face twitched when her gloved hand made contact.

"Wait, Az' where Are you going?" Katara turned around to see Korra's friend rush out of the tent. Something had happened, that much was clear. Looking back down at the man, Katara gave him a small smile before standing up.

"Korra, I think it's best you let them go for now. Clearly they didn't want to be here." Korra looked down at her feet.

"Did you force them to come here?"

"No!" Korra balled her fists defensively.

"Well- yes. But, no I didn't- ugh! Az' was fine before I left and they looked sick when we came back."

Katara hummed in response. Whatever happened to Azariah would have to wait. If the man is to awaken again she would have to do a check up on him. Strangely, Katara couldn't shake the feeling that she's met the man. Which couldn't possibly be true, and the more she thought about it the more a familiar form of dread crept up on her.

Pushing the feeling aside, Katara stood up and spoke to Korra: "We'll leave him to rest. Tomorrow we'll see where our strange friend has come from.

Somewhere in The Republic.

Silo's empathy for the dog in front of him fled.

Replaced with disgust and anger. Its fur was covered in mange and the scent that came from it made every nerve in his body urn with rage. He hated the smell of burnt meat. A fresh trauma from almost a decade ago. His baby sister was six then, he was nine. Now she is fifteen and he is a sad eighteen.

Suddenly, he saw her hand reach out to the dog, who stretched its snout towards her.

His hand shot out and clamped on her wrist, pulling her back. "Don't touch it. It's filthy, Asami." She looked back at him with a mixed face. He could see she wanted to help the poor thing, but she also wasn't one to go against him. "Can you let me go?" He looked down at his hand, clamping down on her. He let her go slowly and continued on his way, Asami following close behind. "It'll die with or without your help."

"At least it wouldn't have been alone." He heard her quietly mutter.

Closing his eyes, he shoved his hands in his pocket. She hadn't been the same as she once was. The cheerful sister he once knew was gone. She witnessed it. The death of their mother, he didn't. But he did smell it. Their father was a wreck afterward, but Silo? Silo shed no tears for the woman that once had given him birth. Instead, he felt his emotions leave his body. The only thing that truly kept him together was his sister. And he swore that not a single thing would happen to her.

"Come on, Asami. Our dear Father is expecting us." With a nod she sped up and walked beside him.

Unbeknownst to the duo, a cloaked figure stood overhead. Watching them intentionally, the figure was a step away from dropping on them. However, as the younger girl smiled and ran forward to greet a woman in a maid outfit, the figure sucked their teeth. With a growl, he made a downward slash as his eyes made contact with the maid's. As the slash became a black blanket that swallowed him, the maid's eyes became the last thing he saw as the young girl hugged her.

Eyes, as black as charcoal.

Jugram stared at the woman, perplexed at first, wondering if she was real. Then quickly looking past her as a young girl was practically thumping her foot with excitement.

"-Is that correct?"

His green eyes snapped to the older woman, apologizing: "Pardon? Can you repeat that?"

Another strange thing was that he could understand them and vice versa. Which was strange, because he could tell he was not speaking either of his native tongues.

The woman turned her head toward the younger one and spoke: "Korra, calm yourself."

In truth, Jugram was a bit unnerved by the young girl. She looked at him as if he were the sole source of wonder in the world.

"I asked if all you remember is crashing into the snow."

He contemplated a moment. Would harm come if he were honest? Even if he wasn't, what repercussions would he face? Looking around the room, Jugram could see it was a rustic set up. Furs and old relics that reminded him of the natives from the world of the living. To his left lie his clothes and whatever else he had on him the moment he was found.

Immediately he noticed the missing sword.

"Where exactly am I?" He asked, avoiding the old woman's previous question.

She didn't seem to mind as she gave him a gentle smile. "The South Pole. Or as a lot of us call it: The Southern Water Tribe."

He answered with a hum. It was a place he hadn't heard of. Not in Soul Society or the world of the living. In fact, the southern tip of the world that contained as much snow as this place, was barren from any life. Only select expeditions were allowed in.

"I see-"

"Why's your hair that color?" His green eyes snapped to the young girl. The old woman's head swiveled to look at her as well. As he did not answer and the older woman's faintest of glares on her face, the young girl slowly retreaded. Awkwardly.

"I do not see why my hair would be a point of interest to you. Especially after I crashed into the snow from… the heavens." He said the last part with uncertainty. According to the woman before him, a screech was heard along with the rise of a blue light. The following day the young girl had brought him back. When she recounted to him the tale, he could see the small glint of sadness pass through her eyes, as if she were remembering a fond memory.

The girl shrugged, "Dunno, just never seen that color."

"It's not rare." He breathed out.

"Well, i've never seen it." The younger girl had approached, and sat beside the older woman.

"Please excuse my student. She was never one for patience." She gave him a small smile as the girl grumbled.

He nodded his head slightly. Then a question formed from his slit second of consciousness from the day prior. He made one more sweep of the room to make sure she wasn't hiding.

"Yesterday." He began, calling both their attention. "There was another girl with you. I recall seeing her." At the mention of the other person, the young girl looked away and rubbed her upper arm.

"They- uh. They're sick today."

He hummed again. Clearly that was not the exact case, but he wouldn't push.

The older woman continued her questions for the next few hours. Some of which should have been asked at the start of his 'interrogation.' Like the asking of his name. To which the two looked at each other with a confused look. The younger girl even stifled a laugh.

"Jugram Haschwalth? That's… an interesting name. My name is Katara. I believe I should have started with that."

"What kinda name is that?" The young girl interjected. "It's a mouth full. You got a nickname or something?" The girl's attempt at a joke simply annoyed him. He didn't care that the source of it was is name, rather that he had to recall that idiotic nickname.

"No." He said stoically.

"Right." The young girl said, chuckling a bit. "My name's Korra." She said with almost a proud look on her face. He wouldn't be surprised if she puffed out her chest.

"Sound's barbaric." Was all he said. Earning a shocked face from Korra, Katara snorted. Grumbling, Korra sat back and crossed her arms. He almost smiled at the silent tantrum the girl was having. For the rest of his first day Katara had continued with her questions, Korra remained silent for the most part. Finally, Katara rose and said she'd return later for another check up, promising to also bring him back some food. Korra rose and shuffled herself out behind her old master, but not before saying something to him.

"Are you some kinda spirit?"

"I'm sorry?" He turned to look at her by the flap.

"Like, did you come from the spirit world?"

He shook his head, "No, I don't believe so."

For a moment all she did was stare at him. Her blue eyes traced his upper form, the only thing that was visible from the furs, and finally locked eyes with him.

"Yea, guess not." She stretched her arms and groaned, walking out of the hut.

What Jugram did not see, however, was the faint blush that appeared over her dark cheeks.

He leaned back against the furs as the young girl left. He took a deep breath and settled in to go over everything he's learned.

First, he wasn't anywhere he knew. Which was not alarming, after all he had no clue what other realms existed beyond the Dangai. The second, the older woman seemed to know as if he were not from here. The world, not the South. And she may not have said anything, but he caught it. Just beyond her aged eyes, he could see the small glimpse of mistrust and readiness. He would have to question that later.

But for his final, and biggest question: Why was he here?

He was dead. Or at least should be. The more he thought about this, the more he was confused. He gave his entire life to kill Yhwach and now? Was he just supposed to wander around whatever… this place was?

As he took in another deep breath a more terrifying thought crossed his mind.

'What if i'm not the only one here?'

RCPD Headquarters.

She had a headache.

The reports on her desk following a bust on the Triads, only seemed to increase. Each glance she casted toward the pile, her headache increased ten-fold. As she was about to pull out a bottle from her desk, the door to her office was knocked upon. She stood up with annoyance, swearing to murder whoever rasped their knuckles upon her door. She swung the door open to be face to face with a long black robe.

Suddenly, her head seemed to pulse less.

"Hello!" and her head pulsed twice as hard at his voice.

"What are you doing here?" She rubbed her temples as she stood aside, granting him entry to her office. Closing the door she saw the tall man already setting something out on her desk. She never understood how he was so fast.

"I brought tea." He announced over his shoulder. Usually, Lin would have thrown out whoever came into her office and attempted to move things around. Thankfully, it was usually her husband that barged in and she didn't mind it.

She watched as his long white hair danced down his back, the movements from his hands had the tiniest effect on it. She had to stop herself from reaching out and running her hands through it. Not that he would mind, but usually that leads to something else and she'd rather not have her papers everywhere. She still snickers when their 'daughter' had walked in on them once, the papers in her hand had dropped and she quickly slammed the door shut. She requested a unit transfer for a few days after that.

"Here." Her thoughts ceased as the small warm cup touched her hands.

She thanked him silently, taking a sip she relished how the heat traveled from the back of her throat and up her neck.

For the following moments all Lin did was stare at her husband. Taking in his slender and handsome face. A moment passed where thoughts fought for control of the other, ultimately the most favorable to her, won.

As she leaned up to kiss him the neat stack of papers on her desk were pushed off.

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Next Chapter: Howl From A Pale Moon's Shadow.

A year has passed since Jugram's coma. The compound, which he calls a prison, faces times of peril within its internal politics. A conspiracy is unearthed within the ranks of the White Lotus that leads to Korra fleeing the compound. At the same time a new trouble arises as people from the tribe begin to go missing, it's a race against time for Jugram to find both the Avatar, and the Missing people. Will Jugram find Korra before the disavowed White Lotus members? Will the missing be returned to their distraught families? Perhaps all answers lie with these strange 'Moon Creatures,' the locals have begun reporting.

Author's note:

Not really much to say about this. Story wise, anyway.

As for the two new OC's, Azariah(Az') & Silo Sato, I created them to balance out Asami and Korra. Where Korra is brash and hot headed, Azariah is the one that thinks things through. Basically an optimist and pessimist friendship. I mean, come on. Korra spent seventeen years without talking to anyone her age? I don't think so. As for Silo, he's just bat shit insane that doesn't have an ounce of morality within him. He also may be a slight siscon. Who knows? \_(ツ)/

But now for the main reason for this Author note. Midterms are terrible, and I want to end my life. "DrAw ThE CoRiNtHiaN cApiToL fOr YoUr MiDtErM." Architecture blows. Not really, it's fun most of the time. That being said, updates may slow from here on out. However, in order to make up for that, I published the mini stories that tie into this fic on this site, titled: Element of Fortune: Gaiden. Some of the stories were removed, but are still available on Ao3, and I modified others.

On an unrelated note. Do you think Jugram is a physics nerd? I mean, Look at him. Plus he's German…