I was just in my room, ready to collapse onto my bed and sleep, when I saw Oh sitting on the tree. I could only see one side of his face, his eyes focused on something in his hand. Hiking up my dress, I climbed onto the tree. He didn't look at me, but he shifted his weight over onto a different branch, and I knew he was aware I was there.

"Hi," I said softly, my legs dangling off a branch. Mother will probably be mad later about the grass stains.

"Hey." Now that I was closer I saw he was holding his lucky coin, flipping it in between his fingers. "Nice dress."

I bit my lip. "Listen, Oh, I'm sorry."

He looked at me finally, his brown eyes sad. "Me too." He reached over, and pulled me into a hug. Hugging Oh felt so natural, and I wrapped my arms around his long neck. "I hate when we fight."

We sat back, looked at each other. "Yeah, so do I," I said. After a moment, a began giggling.

Oh gave me a confused look. "What's so funny?"

"I don't even know what we were fighting about," I said, and my laughter grew louder. Oh stared at me like I was crazy, and then smiled, laughing as well. We laughed for a long time, our laughter getting louder. Eventually, I was gripping my stomach from laughing so much.

When things quieted, we stared at the street in front of our houses, our shoulders touching. "How was the party?" He asked, his tone now friendly and light.

"Good Spirits, it was crowded!" I exclaimed, throwing up my hands in exasperation. "I can't remember half the people I met tonight!"

Oh and I sat there, talking. First we talked about the party, then Oh began telling me about these books he had gotten. We talked until the sun began to show and people began waking up for work. Even after that, we kept talking. It wasn't until his father called for him did we part ways, both of us acting as if we had never gotten in a fight in the first place. For the millionth time in my life, I was grateful for my best friend.

I changed clothes, fell into bed, and closed my eyes. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my bed room door opened. "Mom," I whined. "I haven't even fallen asleep yet!"

"Today is going to suck for you then," Moki said.

I jumped out of bed. "What are you doing here?"

"Time to train. Why else?"

Falling back onto my bed, I said, "You're kidding me, right?"

He shook his head.

"Moki. Go away."

He laughed, grabbing my ankle and pulling me out of bed. I threw my pillow at him, seriously getting mad. "I didn't even fall asleep!"

"Five minutes," Moki said, leaving.

We were training in the back yard, moving the water back and forth between us, when Raya came out. It had been a couple days since the party, and I hadn't seen Bolin, Mako, or Korra. Raya started talking to Moki about plans when I saw something in her hand. "Is that the newspaper?" I asked.

She glanced at the rolled up paper in her hand. "Yes, it is."

"Mind if I see it?"

Raya handed me the paper, and I unfolded it. On the front page was a picture of Korra and Tarrlok, standing in front of a car full of captured Equalist. "Oh, Korra," I whispered to myself. "Moki, I have to go. Can I have the rest of the day off?"

He gave me startled look, but nodded. "Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I just need to see my brothers."

Bolin and Mako were in the practice room. "Wheres Korra?" I asked as I walked in.

They were training, but they were slouched some and looked upset. "Not here for practice," Bolin mumbled.

"We don't know where she's at," Mako said. "She's been ditching practice for Tarrlok's task force."

"Did you see the paper?" I asked.

They both nodded.

"Do you think she's okay?" My voice dropped a little.

Neither of them answered.

Moki kept pushing me to tell him about my brothers. "Why haven't I heard of them until now? Why didn't I ever see them at your house? How old are they?"

The questions never stopped. I usually ignored them and focused on my training. One day, he kept asking and asking. I was circling water around me and practicing the water whip, trying desperately hard to ignore him. "What's there names? Do they live with your parents? Why don't you talk about them?"

"Enough!" I yelled, splashing the water down at the ground by Moki. "Enough questions."

My breathing was heavy, and my hands shook with frustration. I woke up angry today and in a bad mood already. It was weird, but that was normal for me. In fact it has been a while since I woke up mad. Moki stared at me. Then, he whispered, "Do you get a long with your brothers?"

"Leave me alone!" I yelled. "Stop asking about Bolin!"

He raised a brow. "You don't think of Mako as a brother?"

I shook my head. "Stop asking about Mako, too." I stormed past Moki. "I'm leaving."

Moki didn't follow me. He watched me leave, and just sat there.

I haven't gone back to his house since I yelled at him. I was in the basement almost all the time. Not only did I practice mix martial arts and boxing down there, but I added a couple big containers of water to practice my bending.

Moving the water was such a blessing. It felt peaceful, much unlike myself. When I moved the water, it was like I could feel it flowing inside my blood, a part of me. This was something special, something no one can take away from me.

I froze, thinking of Amon. Why would he take something so amazing from someone? Something that made them special. He's a monster, and I pray to the Spirits that Korra, or somebody, takes Amon down.

"Shai!" Mother called from upstairs.

"What?" I asked, wrapping my hands in gauze and sitting on the table down in the basement.

"Come here!"

I finished one hand as I walked upstairs, and began the second when I entered the kitchen. "Yeah?" I mumbled.

I looked up to see Moki standing in there with my mother. "Moki invited you to dinner," Mother said, not making eye contact with me. She knew Moki and I weren't talking. "I told him you'd love to go. Go get dressed dear."

"I'm not going," I murmured. "I-"

Oh burst through the front door, skidding to a stop in the kitchen. "Did you hear?" He said to me.

"No, what's going on?" I asked.

Oh started to talk, then stopped when he saw Moki. "Who are you?"

Moki pointed to me. "Her water bending master."

"You're pretty young for a master, aren't you?"

Moki shrugged.

I grabbed Oh by the shirt, pulling him to face me. "Oh! What is it you were going to tell me?"

Oh grabbed my wrists, and I let go. He held me there, his face shadowed with worry as he said, "Korra plans on facing Amon tonight."

I don't really like this chapter but whatever :) enjoy