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Korra's POV

I was sitting on the windowsill, using the brightness of the moon to read the journal in my hands. It had been Aang's, my past lives. As a teenager, I'd had little to no interest in connecting to my spiritual self. But being in that hell hole had taught me that being spiritual was the only thing that saved you from becoming insane. It gave you something to hope for, whether the hope was for death or redemption. I had been the youngest there, and one of the few females. They were brutal with us, with me in particular. They hated me as much as I hated them.

"You are different," an elderly voice said, leaving my thoughts to scatter and be stored away for another time. I put my book down and looked over to the door to find Katara, a tray of food in her hands. "The Korra I knew would never read an entry in my late husband's journal." I got up and took the tray from her, placing it on the bed. "I thought you might be hungry," she added. I smiled and gave her a quick nod before returning to my spot by the window.

"I missed you Katara," I said sincerely. I had. She had stuck by me, excusing my behavior when my parents weren't around and protecting me. She was like a second mother to me.

She chuckled before raising a brow. "There were no cooks that made you your favorite dish?" she lightly joked.

I managed to smile. "No. No friends either," I replied. I met her old cyan eyes with my own. "Do I really seem different?"

My old master shook her head with a smile. "No," Katara said. "You're still a good girl."

I shook my head. "I think we both know I wasn't." I tried my best not to let my voice show all my regret and sorrow.

"You have a good heart," she said, placing her hand on my cheek. "You always have."

"I hope so," I said. "I want to be the person you always told me I could be." And I meant it. Every word.

Katara smiled widely at this and hugged me. I hugged her back tightly. I had missed her so much. I had missed a lot of people. I knew I had been unfair to them, but now I was different I was going to set things right. I was going to try and fix my mistakes.

Katara's POV

The minute Korra arrived she asked to see Naga. I had told her she was being kept at the stable, just as she had left her. The poor animal had suffered almost as much as my pupil's parents when she disappeared. For days she didn't eat, and at one point I thought we might lose her, but the big fluff of white had pulled through just like her master.

Korra still hadn't completely regained her strength, so to ensure she wouldn't hurt herself, I had decided to accompany her to see her old friend. I asked her to stay out of the pen while I brought out the polarbear dog. I was afraid that she might not recognize and attack her former companion.

The beast slowly came out, head down, expecting to go out on her daily walk. I rubbed the animals head once we were outside. Her nose began to twitch and she raised her large head until her brown gaze met her master's.

My pupil smiled widely at this and took a step forward, placing a hand on the large animal's head. "Hey, Naga," she said gently. The polarbear dog's tail began to wag and she licked Korra's face, causing the young girl to hug her friend tightly. "I missed you."

Naga let out a sound and that I assumed meant she had missed her too. I smiled at the embrace. If there had been anyone the old Korra had cared about it would have been Naga. She always took care of her animal guide, seeing her as far more than just a pet. The beast had even helped her when she got into trouble and I was happy that they had been once again been reunited.

Korra's POV

I was in my room, looking at the various picture frames on the night stand. Some had my parents and me when I was younger. Others were with Katara and I. But there was a picture that caught my attention. In the middle of all the frames, was one with Mako, Bolin, Asami and I. I remembered that day well. We had gone out to celebrate our victory against the Tigerdillos. Tahno had been there, and I had totally kicked his ass, causing us to get disqualified from the finals.

Mako had been furious, saying that because of me they didn't know if they would be kicked out of their home. I hadn't cared back them, saying that I had a roof over my head and was always being taken care of. His living situation hadn't concerned me. The Firebender had growled and we had nearly started another brawl. If it hadn't been for his younger brother that day would have ended a whole lot messier.

"Is it just me or did you grow an inch or two?" a familiar voice asked. I smiled and turned around to find Asami leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. She didn't look like she'd changed a bit. It was good to know that some things were still the same at least.

"Well, if it isn't the Sato heiress," I teased as she walked over to me, hugging me tightly.

I returned the embrace and after a while she pulled back, looking me over. Her eyes zeroed in on my left arm that was covered by a long fingerless glove that almost went all the way up to my shoulder. I moved the arm behind me and she quickly looked away.

"How have you been?" she asked.

I shrugged and turned my attention back to the picture, picking it up. She nodded in a knowing way before taking the frame and looking at it herself. She smiled. "They were good times, weren't they?" Asami asked. I didn't answer and she put the frame down. "So where do you want to go?"

Not long after, I found myself in the Sato heiress' car, driving around Republic City. She pulled up next to the place I'd told her to go and I took off my seat belt, stepping out of the vehicle to take a closer look at the beat down building.

"Why did you want to come here?"

"What happened to it?" I asked, ignoring the question.

"It was permanently shut down after your last…"

"Tantrum," I said for her. "'Temper tantrum' as they called it. You can say it."

She bit her lip and shifted her gaze to the floor. Asami and I had been best friends since I'd arrived here. We had gotten along right off the bat, and I was surprised to be honest. I'd always had this thing against Nonbenders and she was probably the only one I actually liked. That was another thing I should apologize for. My prejudices were simply that of a shallow, little girl with a God complex.

Also it wasn't like me to make friends with girls. To me they were a handful, a hassle, and I would know. I was one after all. She had tried to get me to change too. It's wasn't till I was stuck in that prison that I wished I'd listened to her.

I took one last look at the Pro Bending arena before getting back inside the car. Asami followed soon after and she turned on the engine before looking over to me. "Is there anywhere else you want to go?"

"The Police Station."

She sighed and shook her head. "Everyone's happy you're alive," Asami said. "You want to see the one person who isn't?" I shrugged. "Fine. But after that we're going shopping for your Welcome Home Ball," she added.

I turned to look at her, surprised. "My what?"

"You came back from the dead. This calls for a celebration. Don't worry I'm taking care of everything."

I sighed and shook my head as I leaned against the seat. I seriously doubted that there was only one person in this city who was unhappy with my return. I knew the White Lotus had been eager to start their search...so why should I expect any other reaction from anyone else? I wasn't going to tell Asami that though.

And I wasn't going to talk Asami out of this that was for sure. I was going to end up going to that party, and everyone will see the 'old Korra'. At least that's what they thought.