A/N: Hey everyone sorry it has been a long time, with school and soccer; I have been unable to write anything, because I always write the entire chapter in one sitting. So sorry. BUT THANK YOU FOR THE OCS I HAVE PICKED ONE! But that one is a surprise except for the creator so stayed tuned. Yet again thank you for your support. Reviews=chapters!

Chapter Eleven: Nightmares and Visions

I never have nightmares. Ever. But that's what is happening to me right now. By the time I woke up, I couldn't tell what it was about, just that it was terrifying. So there I was now, in the darkness of my room, with my heart pounding, drenched in sweat. Why now? What is with all the nightmares? It has been a week since Cynbel was tried and sent to jail. Why now? It was nothing. Just a dream. Sighing I run my hand through my hair. It is now longer and past my shoulders, ugh. I need to chop it off one day. I stand,there no sense in sleeping now. I doubt I could anyways. What I needed was something to take my mind off… stuff. Usually I would practice bending, but I doubt the gang would like me waking them up before the crack of dawn.

So I guess I can go into the city, maybe scare off some bad dudes. I felt like a good fight anyways. I slip out my door silently, bare feet not making a sound in the cool grass. I took in a deep breath of air. Ah, if felt good to know I can leave and do whatever I want now. I hated staying on the island; maybe a cell would have been better. Or maybe not, I have been lucky, but I guess luck has to run out sometime, right? I had reached the edge of the island, and plunged into the water. It was cool and welcoming, caressing my body with silky tides. I bend currents, allowing me to swim so much faster than normal.

In no time I was at Republic city. The sun was not even rising, but the city was bustling. Dock hands ran to and fro carry heavy crates, peddlers set up their shops, and police man wandering around. Nothing was happening, and I was itching for a fight. Strangely a fight always clears my head. Not that I like violence, but I like clarity. So that is how I ended up in the worst part of Republic city, now usually, even I avoided this place. But today, I am so ready to take down any idiot who crosses me the wrong way. Which is just about to happen, when a disgusting imbecile waltzed over to me.

"Hey sweetheart? A little lost?" His rotting teeth sent a disgusting breath of air into my face. I gag, as he steps even closer.

"Don't worry, I'm here." A crooked smile crossed his face as he considers what he thinks is easy prey. I almost felt bad for him as I knock the man to ground with one right hook. Growling he pulls out a knife. Yeah, that's my weakness, small knives! A/N: Anyone know the quote? If you do pm what you think it is from and I will give you spoilers, if you want from upcoming chapters.

He swipes the knife towards my neck, but I swing my head down and leg up. He grunts in surprise as his hand hits my foot perfectly. Now that is pretty cool, huh. How many kids can do that move? Not many I'd wager. I point my toes towards the ground and then swing my foot back into a standing position, pushing the man off balance causing him to fall. Finishing him off with a left round house kick to the head he was out cold. Easy. I pull my hood up and continue my way down into the ally. By the time the sun has raised, I have taken down twelve imbeciles. I arrived at the Island, tired, but with a calm mind. I just drop onto my bed when a knock interrupts what was soon to be my nap.

"Yeah?" I ask sighing.

"Um, Kida, you look terrible." Asami said.

"Thanks."
"That's not what I meant." She chides, "I meant what have you been doing?" Eyeing my dripping wet clothes and mussed hair.

"Just a little exercise, what do you need?" I ask.

"Korra needs to talk to you." Asami says strangely.

"Ok." I say unsure, following Asami as she leads me to the pavilion where I have seen the family mediate. She sat there, eyes closed and breathing even. Mako and Bolin stood with serious expression, watching Korra carefully. At our footsteps, Korra opens her eyes and looks right at me. I hated the tension in the air and knew something was up.

"What's going on?" I ask, fingering my shirt. Nervous habit.

"Kida, you know I am the avatar and I can visit the spirit world." Korra starts, as I sit before her.

"Yeah, I know that."

"When meditating, I can have visions…and I just had a vision." She pauses here unsure.

"And?" I ask afraid of the answer.

"I had one about you."

"Me?" I exclaim aghast. Why would the avatar have a vision about me? I am… was a thief. What could be so important that it needed a vision?

"What happened?"

"I saw you bending your two elements and then battling something. Some one. She, she was winning. Then, she did something to you and I think you got hurt. Really bad." Korra said, as I completed everything.

"And… there is one more thing, but… it may not be true…" Korra stammers, unsure on what to say.

"Spit it out." I say angry. "Tell me! If you know something about me, I want to know too! I don't know enough about my life as it is! So don't be shy!"

"I saw you die."