I do not own avatar... or anything at that matter...

"If your life is so complicated that you can't tell me who you are; start at the beginning," the teenager demanded pushing his hooked swords closer to my neck. I wasn't yet ready to talk, so I thought of my history, where the problems first became problems.

"There, don't you see it?" I pleaded while grasping the stranger's collar. My knuckles were turning white as my fingers pinched the ragged cloth. The man's dull orange eyes looked straight into mine in a bewildered fashion, his hand settled loosely around my wrist.

"Miss, there is nothing there," he tried to explain to me. He was confused; he must have seen the apparition that was attacking me. He was in shock; there would be no answer or safety from him. My fists shook before I untangled them from the hem of his shirt.

I twirled around and sized up the beast that stood alone in the road. It was early morning and, except for the beggar I was the only one awake in this part of the city. The man must be thinking this is a dream, I justified before letting the realization settle down. This was not a dream.

The sunrise still left long shadows and only streaks of red sunbeams managed to shoot into the sky. It was dark, the beast that had awakened me, stood unrecognizable. The creature had light blue fur, its head was shaped into a rounded triangle and its beady black eyes stared at me darkly.

"What do you want?" I screamed in reaction to seeing knowledge flash over its pupils. My skin tingled, a mixture of surprise and shaking after the cold night. The beast ignored my question and I turned around wanting to talk to the stranger, but he had run away from what seemed my mental insanity. I wanted to relax as much as I could before the creature went rampaging after me again, that meant three seconds.

Its vicious call rang in my ears a blue light engulfed me, but did nothing other than frighten my senses. Adrenaline kicked in, my muscles bunching together in every nook and crevice before I took off down the road as fast as the creature that remained with me every step of the way.

"It is a difficult feat to summarize 116 years," I murmured to myself, "Let alone start at the beginning."

"What did you say?" Jet spoke loudly his voice ringing in my ears like the beast's wail.

"The beg-in-n-ing?" I stuttered, my voice barley audible.

"Yes. The very beginning!"

I sought refuge in my thoughts again, my first memory replaying over in my head.
I was five, standing before the giant pai sho table, located in the western air temple. There weren't any people there, they thought me ill with some disease since my hair had changed from black to white overnight. I held the normal version of the white lotus tile in my hand. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

I knew what I was, what to expect in the long future ahead of me. One of the monks entered the room. To me he was a blur of orange and yellow. I didn't move, I didn't care, I was so overwhelmed with my newfound consciousness that life seemed like destiny set in stone.

"I suppose you are already aware, Liu," Monk Giatso fatherly placed his large hand on my shoulder.

"I didn't know any one else knew," I said quietly.

"There are a few alive who remember the last White Lotus. She was a difficult one to figure out, being born in the wrong nation, being born to the royalty of the Northern Water Tribe nonetheless, sometimes their line is born with white hair. So you can see the confusion in discovering his existence."

"Prince Taku, unlike the rest of the royal line, wasn't a stillborn who was revived by the ocean and moon spirits," I muttered, the comment left unheard.

"Your hair changing now means that Avatar Roku has died and the new avatar has come into the world," he explained.

"Enough," I raised my voice annoyed at his child-like approach. I knew perfectly well what was going on. He obviously did not.

The white lotus, unlike the avatar wasn't tied down by the physical breakdown of nations. In fact the white lotus was barely even apart of that world. Our origins were that we were avatars directly from the spirit world. We were there to help the idiot real-world avatars achieve their goal or take their place if they failed. I was plan B.

The downsides other than being plan B, I lost all bending ability.

"Lo," I muttered telling the boy my childhood name, "Call me Lo."

"Alright, Lo, might you tell us how you got down here?" He asked holding his weapons unwavering at my chin.

"You pathetic excuse for a freedom fighter, so this is their respectable leader?" I scorned him unable to hold my tongue after a century of control. I was delirious, obviously. The fire nation had just invaded Ba Sing Se, my home had been raided, I was separated from various members of my organization. I was alone, distraught and this mere teenager was threatening me even with layers of bandages strapped across his chest. He barely had the strength to hold the blade as high as my throat.

"Knock me out, torture me, just as long as I can reach the coast, buy a boat and rendezvous with the avatar."

"What relations do you have with the avatar?" Jet's voice softened into an understanding and sad tone.

I'm his sister. Technically.

"Not so much him, but the young girl traveling with him, an earth bender," I wasn't lying completely, I had met Toph Beifong once. Rather I had seen her win the championship of the weekly fighting tournament that had become legend among the underground network of mercenaries and the sort. I knew she would be Aang's earth bending teacher. Else I assumed she would make a good one.

"The blind girl?" Jet asked trying to remember what he last remembered of the group. I nodded my head.

"I don't have a way of telling the truth from you, so, I will go with your requests, but there is one problem… smeller bee, knock her out."

And that's how I ended up in a boat in the middle of the ocean.