Korra'sPoint of View
We were still flying. This trip was even more boring than I expected, and I expected hours upon hours of sitting, an aching butt, staring out into an endless blue abyss, and very few conversations. No one had said a word since Katara's scolding of Sokka when he had complained of the dreary food we had for breakfast. Even cheerful Aang seemed to be getting travelers sickness and depression. We should've bison-pooled with some more interesting people. Like Zuko, he was funny in a depressed, 'I am going to kill you soon' sort of way. Someone drew in a breath, like they were about to say something, and we all looked to the direction of the gasp: Aang.
"I want to go to the Northern Air Temple; it won't be much of a stop, but I'd like to see it," Aang stated as Appa grew closer to the site.
"Aang, we can't take that much of a detour - we are late enough as it is," argued Katara, and she was right. We spent days at Jeong Jeong's fort, only to have Aang proclaim that he was never going to firebend again – not the most productive of days we'd spent. And from what Katara and Sokka told me about the Southern Air Temple, with Aang getting really overemotional about seeing the bodies of his people lying broken and burned on the ground, not that I wouldn't, but the last thing we need is for Aang to get into a lengthy Avatar State.
"Please, Katara, I... I just want to see...," he just wants to see that his people are alive and in hiding, he wants to see them welcome him and smile, and accept him and forgive him for what happened. He was hoping that that would be the case, but it wouldn't be, and we all knew that, even Aang. He was just setting himself for heartbreak all over again.
I was mentally begging Katara not to give in, but the next thing I heard was an, "All right, but we have to be out of there ASAP, no staying overnight or anything." Damn, Katara! Could you not have a backbone for once? For the love of firebending, you dote on Aang like he is your son!
"I don't think we should go, sorry, Aang," I jumped in, and Sokka nodded in agreement with me.
"Korra's instincts were right before – we should trust them now," he argued. I raised my eyebrows, in an 'I told you so' way, much to Katara's annoyance.
"You don't know how much this means to Aang, Korra, he needs this," Katara continued to argue,
"I don't know how it feels to have your entire people wiped off the face of the earth, but I do know when people are just setting themselves up for disappointment, and that is never a good idea."
"Korra!" Katara screeched indignantly at my frank statement, obviously she didn't like the comment about the airbenders being wiped off the face of the earth. "We are going, these are his people,"she ordered as Aang turned Appa slightly to the west, heading towards the Temple. Regardless of my opinion, of course. And, since Aang was in charge of steering, it didn't really matter what we thought.
It only took ten minutes to see the first of the spires, and another ten to see the upper part of the entire thing, and it was magnificent. I'd never gotten to see a real air temple before, and it was crazy-ass huge, with tall elegant towers. As we descended, we caught a glimpse of something that had to be impossible. Airbenders.
There were airbenders gliding through the air, and Katara gasped as she saw them swoop up and down on their gliders, "Aang! Airbenders!"
I stood up, and Katara gave me her 'I told you so' look, which mainly involved an smirk and a glare. But I've seen airbenders, Aang, and if I closed my eyes and focused, I could see flashes of a smiling girl in an outfit a lot like Aang's, a glaring man with a beard and a familiar face, a frowning girl with brown hair, and a bald boy blowing a snot bubble while meditating. The smiling girl's smile grew wider, and I just knew that these people were airbenders, but the flyers were not; the boy's snot bubble popped, and I was looking at the gliders again.
"Those aren't airbenders," Aang and I stated at the same time, and he turned to look at me. I was trying to remember, the girl, the bearded man, I was trying to hold onto their images in my mind's eye, but I had nothing, just a memory of a memory. "I could see them, the real airbenders," I explained, "And those people aren't airbenders."
"But they're flying!" Sokka argued in a shocked, breathy voice.
"They aren't airbenders, they aren't...free," Aang said as he looked at the people; we were getting closer to them, and some were giving us funny looks.
A boy in a flying wheelchair came close, and I could see that he wasn't bending the air; it was much more obvious the closer you got to them. He flew a loop-de-loop around us; he was showing off.
Aang didn't exactly like that, the impostors flying around us, and he grabbed his glider and took off. He waited until the flying boy was closer, and when he was in jumping distance, he jumped straight off Appa, leaving his glider closed. Some of the others saw him jump, and started diving after him, trying to be the one who saved him. As soon as he fell below the cloud cover, he must have flicked open his staff, because the next time we saw him, he was flying straight up into the air, shocking all the others. Showing off.
The flying kid in the wheelchair narrowed his eyes, and Aang did the same. As if they had a signal between them, the others dropped to a landing stage on one side of the Temple, leaving Aang and the wheelchair-kid to have an air battle in the sky alone.
So, their air battle was a little boring. Cool in the beginning, but boring towards the end. There is only so much airbending I can take at one time, even fake airbending, and after five minutes of these boys duking it out, I was tried of seeing loop de loops. Aang tried to spice things up actually airbending on a wall, but was pretty much shut down by the wheelchair-kids smoke image of a glaring Aang. It was surprisingly accurate. Anyway. Massive amounts of circling around each other, and after ten minutes of whooping and hollering every time Aang did something, I was really put out. I know I can airbend, I really can, I'm the Avatar, for La's sake. The Avatar can airbend, and doesn't just sit here watching others do it. For a second there, I was sorely tempted to jump off of Appa myself, and perhaps airbend in a fit of panic. Possibly. Not likely. I couldn't even waterbend anymore. Even as the heavy weight of realization settled on my chest again, it lightened as Aang and the kid wound up, the kid landing on a large stage area set up for the purpose, and Aang standing on Appa's furry head proudly as the giant beast landed on the landing stage.
"Wow, you're good!" said the kid as Aang did a fifteen foot jump up above Appa's head and landed on the ground lightly. "You're an airbender! What's your name? I'm Teo," he gushed excitedly.

Aang's angry resolve at the imposters seemed to break when he looked at Teo's smiling face, and he gave a small grin, "Aang, nice to meet you."

"Aang?" The kid's face scrunched up for a minute, until a look of realization swept through him like a wave; he sat up straighter and his eyes shone as he said," You must be the Avatar! I've heard stories about you – god, this is amazing!"

Aang blushed a little, and Sokka stepped forward, trying to end the awkwardness of the situation by saying something. "That's a really cool flying chair, how does it work?"

Teo snorted, and smiled at Katara's brother's curiosity, but answered anyway, "We ride the wind currents, and if you think that's cool, then you should see some of the other stuff my dad makes." Teo began rolling his wheelchair, and we dutifully followed, eager to meet his father. Or, at least, everyone else was. This is crazy, really, it is. We should be on our way to the North Pole so that I can learn waterbending. And Aang. Aang can learn waterbending, too.

"So, Teo, why are you guys here in the Air Temple?" I asked, trying to get a little conversation going as we were walking through the dark hallways. There were pipes everywhere, and an annoying dripping sound was really beginning to get on my nerves. I snuck a glance over at Aang, who was looking around the hallway in shock. See, what'd I tell everyone; he set himself up for disappointment. The Air Temple most certainly wasn't like this a hundred years ago, unlike Aang was expecting.

"I don't know the full story," Teo began, and bit his lip, "But something happened in my village when I was small, and we all came here for refuge. It seemed like the safest place to my father, I guess." Aang's disappointed look turned around as soon as he heard that the Air Temples were looked upon as safe; I suppose it comforted him that they could still be refuges even after the death of the monks that resided here.

But, that wasn't any excuse for the pipes and steam leaking from them. Aang seemed agitated at the technology, Katara didn't seem to care; Sokka and I were a whole different story.

Sokka was fascinated by the whole operation, the pipes moving water and steam, the metal weaving its way in and out of the wall; he reveled in the thought that a non-bender made this happen and that it was possible. I, on the other hand, was comforted by the metal wrapping itself around me and the group. It seemed normal, almost like I was home. I looked up at the ceiling, and wondered if this is what home was like, my real home, just as a drop of water fell down from the pipe, landing right in my eye.

"Oh, for the love of firebending!" I cursed as I shook my head. That certainly was unexpected.

"Firebending?" Teo asked sullenly as he stopped his chair from going any further.

"Yes, firebending. The process where fire comes out of your hands and feet," I muttered as I tried to blink the dirt that was in the water out of my eye.

Teo took a deep breath and glared at me, "So you're a firebender."

I was pretty sure the world stopped. Aang looked at me, wondering what I would say, and Katara and Sokka looked away, positive I would say something stupid. "Yep. Totally a firebender," I stated sarcastically, "Geez, no, kid. I'm a non-bender. That's just a saying."

Even as Katara and Sokka relaxed at me casually brushing off the accusation, my heart sank. We began walking again, but all I could think about was the fact that I had just called myself a non-bender. A non-bender. I couldn't bend. For some reason I thought of the mask that I had left lying in the dirt of Jeong Jeong's camp, and shivered.

We came to a door, and after Teo knocked on it, then opened it and peeked inside, he said, "Dad must not be here right now, who knows where he'll be," he scrunched up his face again, then brightened, "I could give you guys a tour, want one?"

Aang quickly nodded in agreement, and I almost screamed at him. We had to get to the North Pole, so… he could learn waterbending, and I could call myself a waterbender and not a non-bender. We started walking down the hall to probably yet another room, when Aang asked the question. "Is there any part of the Temple that isn't changed?"

I sighed. There it was, heartbreak for the airbender kid. But, to my surprise, Teo replied, "Ya, actually. I can take you there."

Well then. We started walking again, going down another hall, this one more naturally beautiful that the one filled with pipes, although less comforting to me. Aang, however, did like the one side of the hall that was open to the air, and the spectacular view it held. You could see for miles below the mountain, and, if you looked hard enough, could make out a small village at its base.

Aang's smile broadened as Teo brought us into an open courtyard that had the statues of ancient airbending masters, all of whom had the airbending tattoos. Aang grinned and ran over to one, laughing and pointing, "This was Airbending master Xiu-Ching. He told the funniest jokes, and always had time for me and Gyatso. And he'd scrunch his face up like this," Aang demonstrated by squishing his eyebrows together and pulling his lips up to his nose in a stereotypical scrunch, "To make the little kids stop crying."

Just as Aang turned back to the staute, and as the rest of us were giggling softly at Aang's antics, a giant black ball slammed into Xiu-Ching's torso, demolishing the statue and leaving a cloud of dust behind.

When the dust cleared, we all saw Aang staring at the spot where the statue had been, and saw him look down as Ching's head rolled into his foot. "Watch out! Goodness gracious, don't go walking straight into a construction zone, that's dangerous!" Some guy yelled as he started running towards us, and Teo gave him a frustrated look.

"Dad..."He stressed, and gave the older man a look of pure exasperation.

Aang, on the other hand, did not take the destruction as lightly. He whirled around, holding his staff up and in the man's face, which had a look of shock and surprise on it. The man's hands went into the air, just touching his head as he looked cross-eyed down the shaft of the glider. Aang screamed at him, "Who do you think you are? You are destroying a sacred Temple! And for what?"

And the man, the idiot he was, responded weakly with, "The Bathhouses." Does the pissed off guy with the stick not seem pissed off enough? Is this guy kidding with him, with all of us?

"TheBathhouses? You are destroying priceless Temple artifacts for the bathhouses?" Aang was reaching his boiling point; I could see the beginnings of something big. I had never actually been in the Avatar State myself, but I knew it in theory, and this seemed like a prime opportunity for an angry Avatar to go into the State.

"Well, yes. We all are becoming rather dirty," the man argued, and sniffed his armpit, only to recoil like he had smelled something particularly nasty, which he probably had.

I saw Aang tense up to move a fraction of a second before he actually sprang into action. I side-tackled the grungy guy, bringing him down as Aang's staff stopped an inch from where the man's head had been. Always the pacifist, Aang wouldn't have hit him, but I didn't really want to take that chance; a guy with his head bludgeoned in wouldn't do much to boost Aang's confidence in himself.

Aang took in a big breath and opened his glider, taking to the air, and leaving Katara and I to clean up the mess he left. Honestly, is this all there is to being the Avatar's sidekick? I swear to myself that I'll never go do something stupid and leave it for my sidekicks when I get back. If I get back.

I, too, took a big breath, but immediately started choking on the air. This guy was right; he does smell like an unearthed badgermole. An unearthed badgermole that's been digging through a pile of crap. Ick. Scrambling off him, I started to apologize.

"Sorry about that. He gets a little touchy about people destroying his cultural heritage. He'll get over it," I started and Katara glared at me.

"What she means is that Aang gets upset whenever he sees something that isn't in perfect condition, like it's supposed to be. We're sorry for any trouble we may have caused," she explained, ever the diplomat.

"Your friend there is an airbender? Well consider me flabbergasted. I'm the mechanist. You can call me Jinzhan, or just plain Jin for short," the guy stuck out his hand, and Sokka pushed through Katara and I to shake it.

"Just from what I've seen so far, I'm a huge fan of your work, great stuff you have here," Sokka started gushing, until Katara kicked the back of his leg, shutting him up pretty effectively.

Teo piped in, "He's the Avatar, too, Dad."

"Oh dear. It seems we've insulted him, will he be alright, dear girl?" Jin asked, turning towards me.

"You think you insulted him? We're lucky he's not in the Avatar State right now, you wrecked his…" I was cut off by Katara.

"Aang will be fine, Jinzhan, thanks." I rolled my eyes. He'll be fine eventually. I hoped the Eastern and Western Air Temples weren't like this, too, or he'll go crazy and wipe out the whole world. And that wouldn't be good at all.

Sokka bumped his way past me again, and went up to Jin, "I've seen some of this stuff, and it's amazing! I love the way the pipes…"

We didn't have to listen to the rest thanks to Teo, who wheeled his way over to us, "Let's go find Aang, there still is one more untouched area in the Temple."

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He was right, and evidentially Aang wanted it to remain that way. Teo had shown us the inner sanctuary, and politely requested Aang open it with his crazy-awesome airbending skills; he was turned down by a nostalgic Aang who wished it to remain untouched by the crazy mechanist. Alright, Teo didn't actually say 'crazy-awesome airbending skills' but you could hear it in his voice, he was very reverent.

After Aang said no, a very disappointed Teo took us outside to go flying.Flying.Katara refused to get on any glider, and I refuse to trust a glider with my life, visions of a fall from an airbison flashing in my mind.

"C'mon, Katara, gliding is a classic bit of airbending culture, you have to try," Aang begged and pleaded as Katara resolutely remained on firm ground.

After ten or so minutes of Aang's poking and prodding at Katara, and a few jabs at me, Teo stepped in, "Guys, I can fly, and you can too; you just refuse to. You can fly, it really isn't that hard…" He finished off his little shcpeel with a gesture towards the two unused gliders in the corner of the landing stage.

I sighed, "I suppose I have to… Don't want to go developing a fear of heights, now, do I?"

Katara giggled and started walking over to the gliders, picking out the deep-blue colored one and beginning to strap herself in. "No, I think that would be a bad idea. And we can do this, we fly on Appa all the time, this is just like that."

I grabbed the handlebar, and she did the same, "This is a terrible idea. I am trusting my life to a flimsy piece of paper," I commented, and she glared at me.

"If you back out on me now, Korra, I will throw you off that cliff with no glider. Aang can do it, Teo can do it, we can do it," she said, and she started running towards the edge.

I wasn't far behind, her motivational speech working wonders on my confidence. What exactly was I thinking that could happen out there, the worst thing that could happen would be me swallowing a bug. Even with the speech, I saw Katara close her eyes as she jumped off the edge of the cliff; I did the same.

With my eyes squeezed shut, I didn't see anything of what was happening; I didn't, however, feel like I was falling. When I felt myself flying into an updraft, I finally opened my eyes. I really was flying, just like an airbender. Flying. The ground was so far below me, but all I could think about was going up. I felt an ache in my arms, the very same ache I feel when I try to go through my waterbending stances and don't have any water following me. If I was back in my time, I could be airbending right now. But for now, I would have to go where the winds took me, and right now that was behind Katara. I heard a swooshing sound, and Aang pulled up right beside me, giving me a silly grin.

"Don't open your mouth, you'll swallow a bug," he advised, and flew on a little faster, presumably to give Katara the same warning.

It came a little late, however, because when she saw Aang smiling at her she opened her mouth to say hello and immediately began choking on a fly. "Swallowed… a bug… gross," she coughed out as she whooshed by in the air.

"Hey, Teo!" I called down to the boy beneath us, "How do you get down from here?" Even as I said it, I felt a gentle breeze steer my towards the landing stage; the same was happening to Katara, who looked at me in confusion, her mouth firmly closed.

"It's Aang," I yelled over to her, and she nodded.

Once we landed on the hard ground, we could barely walk. "Don't worry, you'll get your land legs back soon – the first time air legs don't last long," Teo explained as we staggered towards the rest of the Temple.

"I was thinking," Aang began, and we all turned to him to see what he had to say, "That maybe I could open up the sanctuary for you, Teo. Just for a little while. You guys all seem so well-meaning that… I guess I just want you to see what a real Air Temple should look like."

Teo beamed, "Really? I've always wanted to know what was inside and now I get to and… thanks so much!"

We walked through the hallways in mostly silence; well, Teo and Aang walked, Katara and I lumbered. We were barely up in the air for a half an hour and we couldn't walk right. That really wasn't cool.

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The door that lead to the sanctuary, on the other hand, was one of the coolest doors I'd ever seen. It was huge and ornate and had what looked like a large ram's horn as the lock, the most exquisite thing I'd seen in this past world. As Aang opened it, the Air Nomad symbols along the horn flipped over, and once all three were flipped, the door opened to reveal what was inside.

The Fire Nation. The Fire Nation had taken over this part of the Temple. Everything was either a shade of red or gold; everything but the shocked mechanist in the corner of the room, holding a miniature balloon that matched the big one in the center of the room. The large one had the Fire Nation emblem on it, and looked ready for use. Teo froze in shock, the look on his face eerily similar to Jinzhan's, and Aang tensed up in fury again; only Katara's soothing touch on his arm kept him from going into the Avatar State right then and there.

"What in the name of waterbending is going on here?" I yelled, and everyone else remained frozen in shock, or shaking in anger. This man, this terrible, terrible man was working for the Fire Nation.

When Jin spoke, his voice cracked, "I… I can explain…"

"You defaced the sacred sanctuary for the sake of the Fire Nation!" Aang spluttered in shock. We all knew that this fellow had destroyed everything about the Air Nomad Temple that was remotely related to the Air Nomads, but still, this was overkill. Working for the Fire Nation? Was this all one elaborate trap?

"I…I..."

Teo spoke then, and the sadness and betrayal in his voice was evident and torturous, "Dad. The Fire Nation?"

"I… They… They threatened me. They found out we were living here, and they threatened to destroy everything, the Temple, the progress, the people, everything," he said as he took a step towards his son. Teo responded by turning his wheelchair around as fast as he could, and rolling out the door.

Jin tried running after him, but I stuck out my arm and stopped him. "Whoa there, Jin. No way are you just running out like that," I grabbed his apron and pulled him closer so I was looking straight into his nervous eyes, "Is the Fire Nation coming here?"

"Not for… well… sort of a…"

"Tell me!" I yelled as I shook his small frame. The man was shorter than me, and weighed much less, too.

He gulped, his eyes flitting around as if he was trying to find an escape, "Yes, but not for you. They want my latest invention; that was the deal, you see, my inventions in exchange for us living here in peace." I dropped him, his legs crumpling beneath him as he landed on the hard stone floor.

"Destroy the balloon, Katara. Aang, go get Appa ready, I'll go find Sokka," I strategized, but my part in the strategy wasn't exactly necessary, as no less than five seconds after I spoke, there was a creaking in the corner.

The wall opened, and a very confused Sokka came out of the door, which had obviously been built by the wayward mechanist to access the sanctuary. "What is going on here?" he screeched, his voice rising an octave in surprise as he took in the red and gold coloring of the room.

"Our friend Jin here works for the Fire Nation," Katara explained, and Sokka went pale.

"You… You can't destroy the balloon, leave if you want, but I need the balloon!" the mechanist begged as Katara started walking towards the balloon. "The Fire Nation, they want it today, if I don't give it to them, they'll burn the Temple down with my village inside!"

"You work for the Fire Nation?" Sokka asked, shocked, as he tried to grasp the situation.

"I didn't have a choice," Jinzhan moaned, and put his head in his hands. "My village was flooded when Teo was only a few months old, there was so much destruction. The entire place was underwater, and Teo's mother had died the day before a rock smashed his legs. There was no other place I could go!"

"That doesn't explain why you work for the Fire Nation," Aang stated coldly, holding his glider like a quarterstaff and ready for action.

"They found out we were up here," Jin continued, "They said that this place was property of the Fire Nation and that we were trespassing on Fire Lord Azulon's land. They ordered me to give them my inventions as payment for not being killed for being here." He took a giant breath, and we could see there were tears in his eyes. "I just want a life for my boy. I swear they aren't paying me in anything but not killing us all, just let me give them the balloon."

I looked at Aang, who was looking at Jin with an expression of shock and pity on his features, "We can't let you give the Fire Nation this new technology."

"Or any of this other technology," called Sokka from over by the mechanist's desk, "Drills, airships, this is an arsenal waiting to be made."

I sighed, and asked, "When are they coming?"

"Warlord Quin is coming in less than an hour," he answered dejectedly, "And he is sure to have a large force of men with him."

I shared a glance with Katara, who seemed to be thinking along the same lines as me. "We'll help you defend yourselves," she said calmly, and Jin turned to look at her in amazement.

"Got any weapons?" I asked, turning around, "We can get them as they are going up the mountain's narrow pass."

"I have bombs. Ones that explode on contact and stink bombs. And I have poison gas bombs if they are needed," the mechanist said as he brushed off his apron and looked at us gratefully, but sadly as well. "You know, as soon as you leave, they will come back. We are going to have to relocate."

I shook my head, "I'm sorry about that. But we can help you ward them off long enough to get away. That is going to have to be good enough."

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We were in a pretty much full-fledged battle scene in just over three hours. I don't think I've ever actually killed someone in my life, but every single time I dropped one of Jinzhan's killer bombs, someone died. I was on a glider, swooping down and up, dropping the murder weapons here and there and everywhere.

Aang, ever the pacifist, restricted himself to stink bombs placed strategically around the base of the mountain to drive them off, but the screams of the dying was a little too much for him to bear. After the first few bombs were dropped, he moved to resupplying with Katara on Appa, and didn't come back.

I dropped down over a group of soldiers who were looking up at my form in the clouds with dismay written clearly on their faces. I suppose I sort of looked like an Angel Spirit of Death when my face was obscured, but that didn't stop one of them from shooting a fireblast dangerously close to the glider. After I dropped the bomb, I spun the glider around to catch the updraft, and soared up in synch with the screams of the soldiers. I can't say I haven't killed, anymore.

The battle raged on and on, and we were beginning to run out of bombs. Fortunately, Quin was also running out of expendable soldiers; he was sending in one last wave while the remaining force retreated. They would be back, of course, but by then the mechanist Jinzhan and his village of flyers would be long gone. During the last wave, I remained on Appa, in sort of a shocked state. I had killed so many people, and they were people, even if they were Fire Nation. They still screamed and bled like the rest of us, despite the fact that they gave off an aura of invincibility.

We moved on not long after the final wave, Sokka jumping onto Appa and flying off; the rest of us were already on the saddle. None of us got a wink of sleep last night, the horrors of war truly hitting home. I was honestly afraid of seeing the dead eyes of soldiers dressed in red in my dreams.

Thanks to all who read and reviewed, I am already a quarter of the way done with the next chappie (which should be decently exciting:), and won't take like three weeks to update. Apologies. And no Zuko-hug for me :(

And now for reviewer comments :)

StrawberryStoleYourCookie - My marvelous, magnificant beta, I cannot thank you enough :) And yes, I realize my rushing issue :( It is a problem I am constantly battling, but I am getting better :) If you go back and look at my story, 'Enter Five WITCHs' you can see the horrible horrible terrible disgusting work I used to produce :( And thanks for caring about the deleted story I don't write explicit stuff, and this was just a collection of abstract poetry, so I can really grasp what the deal was... Ah well. Too bad. Thanks for everything :)

TheOneWithTheShortHair - Wish granted, however evil the wish is. Throughout the story, I will be portraying Zuko as a nice but mislead guy, not someone evil, but each to their own. First Season Zuko is yours to hug, and cause pain to. TheOneWithTheShortHair's review went like this : I want to hug first season Zuko though, and kick him in the balls. Great story, I really love it. There you go. And thanks for the reviews, I appreciate it :) and funny comment :) Made me laugh :)

Engineer4Ever - Dammit! Not again! How is my meager plotline that predictable? Glad to know you are keeping up :) Most of the upcoming fight scene is for you :)

Rhia-of-Themyscira- You caught that :) I wasn't sure if anyone would, I wasn't the most descriptive, but good for you :)

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And here is the mandatory griping session that I must vent through. And this chappie it is about Pottermore. Which Sorted me into the 'wrong house'. Now, none of you Harry Potter fans go giving me crap about complaining, but J.K. Rowling doesn't always know me better then I know myself, and she made a point in the books saying that 'The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account' . I will live with what I got, thank you very much, but if anyone can correctly guess what House I was Sorted into, and what House I have always thought I belonged in, I will give you a plot call.

How this works: drop me a review with your guess, and if you are the first one to get it right, I will PM you and ask what little blip you want in the story, nothing insanely major, like Korra killing off Zuko, but a little romantic moment that doesn't work out, or a shot of Zuko teaching Korra to play the tsungi horn or something, it will show up in either the Season Two or Season Three time area, or the in-between zone if you so desire.

And Zuko-hugs to anyone who bothers to review :) love to you all :)