I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender, The Last Airbender: The Legend of Korra, or the Hunger Games Trilogy.

I wake up to someone shaking me. I look over to my left to see a masked individual leaning over me. The mask is white and has two stripes where the mouth should be, both black. There are two holes for the eyes but I can see nothing in them. The figure gestures towards the door; it must be dinner time.

The table is set as it was, everyone is sitting where they were before. I look down at the table and I see something I hadn't expected: stewed sea prunes and five flavor soup. I continue to look around and I notice arctic hen and seal jerky. It looks beautiful.

I take my seat across from Tenzin.

"Are you all right, Korra?" he asks.

"I'm fine," I answer. "How long was I out?"

"Five hours. Shall we continue from where we left off after dinner?"

"Sure."

I continue the meal, enjoying every bite. I look over at Sakari and see he's not enjoying it as much as I am. Joo Dee seems to be politely picking at her food. The Sato seems to be disgusted as well. It must be a Southern Water Tribe thing.

Upon finishing I follow Tenzin back to the room from earlier. The Pai Sho table rests, the game unfinished. We sit down on opposite sides of the table.

"Let's talk about allies," he starts.

"Allies?"

"Yes. Surrounding yourself with four or five allies will really help your chances."

"Five?" I blurt out in surprise, "isn't that a bit much?"

"You're better off with more. If you can ditch them close to the end you'll be able to pick off whoever is left after they turn on each other."

"That seems a bit mean."

"These games are brutal. You need to be brutal to survive."

"I guess..." I murmur hesitantly. "I have a question."

"What is it?"

"When I woke up there was someone with a mask in my room. Who was she?"

"The Faceless."

"Faceless?"

"Criminals. The Fire Nation has made some agreement with a face stealing spirit. He takes the faces of people who commit great offenses. They can't speak but they can see."

I'm caught speechless. "They sound creepy," I say after a moment.

"Oh they are. I once saw past the mask, I can still see it when I close my eyes."

"Okay."

"Don't worry, they only use it on people in the mainland. It won't happen to you."

"Oh, good."

"Back to the games. Pop quiz! What type of ally do you want?"

"Strong, large ones?" I guess.

"Wrong. You want a mix. Some benders, some non. Some fast, some slow. Some smart, some slow. A mixed group will last longer. We'll talk more tomorrow," he says dismissing me.

I step into the hall and run into Sakari.

"Hi Sakari."

"Oh hi Korra," he replies, "how are you?"

"About as well as you'd expect," I answer, "you?"

"Same. You nervous about tomorrow?"

"Not really. I'm sure it can't be too bad."

"We're being modeled as pieces of meat for the Fire Nation to oogle at..."

"Its the best way to get sponsors," I defend.

"Its stupid."

"Its better than the interview at least."

"The interview is easy. You just have to say whatever you think the crowd wants to hear."

"But you have to sound convincing."

"I can pull it off. I worry that the act could evoke real emotions though," he says, sliding down the wall.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," I say, taking a swat on the flirt next to him. "Its like that saying: 'you need to look within yourself to save yourself from your other self. Only then will your true self reveal itself.'"

"I'm not familiar with that saying."

"The point is that within each of us lays potential for good and evil, you just need to dig deep enough."

"I think some idiot was just talking gibberish and someone just wrote it down."

"You're too negative. Take a bite of the silver sandwich."

"What?" he asks.

"Just an expression. The point is you'll be fine."

"How can you be sure?"

"You're a good person, nothing could change that."

"Thanks. I'm gonna go back to my room now. Good night Korra."

"Good night."

As I walk down the hall I hear two hushed voices in the room Sakari just came from.

"No you can't tell her," one voice says.

"She has a right to know Yukon."

"And what will you do about it Tenzin, teach her airbending?" asks Yukon.

"If it comes to that I can't just leave her. You can't force me to chose between the Avatar and my own daughter!" Tenzin's voice is beginning to raise.

"I know you want her to win but we can't throw the Avatar away. It was hard enough making sure she got reaped. We can't throw it away like that!"

"You can't," says Tenzin, " but I can, and I will if it comes to that."

"If it goes according to plan they'll both survive. She'll probably ally herself with the Avatar. They say relatives of old Avatars are drawn to the current one."

"You're probably right. I'm going to go to bed, long day ahead of us."

"It is. Good night."

I walk away with my mind spinning from what I just heard.

"The Avatar is going to be in the arena?" I mutter to myself before jumping into bed, "...she's going down."