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JinoraxKorra

Jinora had a standard answer she gave whenever one another councilman visited the island for whatever reason and asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up:

"I'm not sure...it's a tie between two things right now, but I'm totally not worried. I'll probably change my mind in the next couple of years."

And it was true: she wouldn't admit that she had been between being a politician and a master Airbender because she didn't want to answer the questions that would come from her answer, or have her dad get his hopes up. Plus, she didn't think she could pretend that she liked all the politicians she met like Daddy did, and she kind of liked the idea of not having half of her head shaved off.

She was thinking of being a writer. She read books a lot and gave every character their own voice in her head; a new book was always at the top of her birthday list; and she had an imagination, one that was the deciding voice whenever Ikki and Meelo couldn't agree on, for instance, if the Kyoshi Warriors should kill the dragon attacking the castle and spitting fireballs all over Ba Sing Se by standing in the Super Earth formation and calling for Avatar Kyoshi's spirit, or jumping into the air and flinging their fans into its neck ("... spashspashspashspash," she stared in silence as her little brother chopped his own neck with both hands and spit flicked out of his mouth from the sound effects, "keePEW! And then the dragon would be all like, 'Noooooooooo'!").

She could write about girls who went around the world and picked up cursed artifacts worth huge sums of money, or of star-crossed lovers who had to outsmart the very demon that had brought them together—later, after her first story.

Of Korra.

Korra, in Jinora's eyes, had all the makings of a good epic. She didn't even have to change much of the story, because what could be better than a tale of a very pretty and talented seventeen-year-old girl that traveled from isolation into a world that she didn't understand and was responsible for saving the whole world from evil? Or how she rose from a Probending novice into a Probending star! Or, if she didn't like those two—not one, but two—ideas, she could write about Korra having to fight for Mako's love from the evil Asami (okay, so Korra told her that Asami wasn't evil and had actually helped save her, Daddy, and Chief Lin from Mr. Sato, but the best love stories had an equally beautiful or handsome villain that kept two people who were meant to be together apart, and it would have to be Asami this time).

Plus, she knew of all of Korra's struggles—well, about the ones she had whenever she was practicing airbending. And even though the young girl knew that Korra was going to be just as good of an Airbender as Grandpa Aang, there was potential in talking about the times when she didn't do so well the first time she tried going through the airbending gates, or on the day she would finally feel the air and make it do what she wanted. Plus, years from now, people would want to hear about how when Korra had fought at the top of the Probending Arena, and how it looked like the petals of bright orange flowers in the pitch-blackness of night licked across the glass panes, or the first time she invoked The Avatar Spirit, the blue color of her eyes going to white and her voice mixed with other voices from the past Avatars as all the elements swirled around her, ready to take down the masked evil that dared to stand against her.

It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. That's why when the idea finally reached germination in her mind, she didn't hesitate to run over to where Korra was practicing and tell the older girl of her idea.

"Wow, Jinora..." Korra blinked at her when she was finished. "Um, an epic love story...Seems like you really thought about this a lot, huh?"

"Yes, I did. It would just be the greatest thing ever! I mean, there are so many stories about Grandpa—they're are gonna be stories about you next and you need someone to write them down so that the facts are true. And I promise I wouldn't write about anything you wouldn't want other people to know." She didn't look like it because she was discussing business, but inside, she was practically bouncing on her toes.

"...I can't really imagine why anyone would want to really hear about my story when Avatar Aang's is so much better..." she thought about it for a second before smiling. "Okay, tell ya what: if and...when I actually do all of that and people start wanting a story about me, I'll let you be the only person who tells it. If anybody else tries I'll say it's a fake and you are the only person who has the real one, and if they don't listen, I'll...use my Avatar powers on them. Deal?" She put her hand in front of the ten-year-old, a handshake to seal and officiate the pact.

Jinora straightened up and took it. "Deal." She turned away and walked away before pretty much flying back to the house. She needed Mommy to give her a notebook quick.

She needed to get started.

The Epic

I had really liked "Chocolate Milk", the fanfic I made for Meelo, and so decided that Jinora deserved one of her own. Plus, when you think of how the story is like an epic, with each season being a "book", you have to wonder about who exactly is writing it—or at least, I kinda do. The line about how Korra's firebending on top of the arena in Book 6 was going to be used for a future fanfic from Mako's POV, but I might never write it...and I need Jinora to show her chops.

I'm sure that when I figure out what to write for Ikki, I'll do it.