Yeah, I've got another new story here for everyone. I was working on my DekuTwo, the Psychic Hero story but this idea was eating away at my brain and wouldn't let me work on anything else! So I decided to post it. I might just decide to put DekuTwo, the Psychic Hero on hold for a little while and focus on this one in the meantime. Let me know what you want me to do in your reviews or through PM, and we'll see what happens.

Also, I have a good friend on this site, DJ Rodriguez, who has been writing some of the most amazing stories I've ever read on this site. Go and check out his stories and give him some feedback on what he's written. I recommend his Monsters and Magic series as well as a couple of stories called Danny Phantom and the Gates of Hell, and Danny Phantom: Secrets and Trials as these are some of the best stories he's written.

But now, with all that out of the way, let's do this! On to the story, shall we?

*I don't own How To Train Your Dragon or Legend of Korra!*

Meeting Odin and the Avatar's Grief!

Stoick's POV.

A scowl was present on my face as I used a metal rod to stir the coals of the fire in my fireplace. Hiccup was working late tonight at the forge with Gobber as they worked to resupply our weapons. We just got done with a particularly bad raid by the dragons tonight and we're all a little more on edge tonight than normal. No one was hurt or killed and the dragons didn't steal much food this time, thank the Gods, but many of our weapons were destroyed thanks to one dragon in particular.

That blasted Night Fury!

A dragon that nobody has seen and lived to tell about. Only a few sparse details about it are written in the Book of Dragons. We've never even gotten a good look at the beast! What we do know is that it's fast, it can perfectly blend in with the night sky even on a full moon, and that it attacks with some sort of explosive breath attack.

Sighing as I ran a hand down my face, I stopped messing with the coals and put another log on the fire. At least this wasn't the result of another one of my son's wacky contraptions that he always seems to be building whenever he's left unsupervised. Don't get me wrong, he always has the best of intentions at heart when it comes to his inventions, but it's just not the viking way. Ever since he could crawl, Hiccup's been… different… from the other viking children. Instead of roughhousing with the other children his age, Hiccup would spend most of his time designing and building those contraptions I mentioned earlier.

Some of which could have been beneficial to the village if they had worked, I must admit. His automatic seed planter that he designed and built when he was eight was one idea I had actually found myself hoping would work. And at first it did, but then it went horribly wrong so quickly. Hiccup ended up getting a broken leg when it started going crazy and I was forced to smash it with a hammer to prevent it from doing any more damage or hurting anyone else. After I had done so, I just carried Hiccup to Gothi's to get his leg fixed up and gave him a light lecture about safety when we got back to the hut. He'd suffered enough for that day.

And yet he still doesn't know what went wrong, which is a curious thing.

But then again, one can't really figure out what went wrong with a machine when there's nothing left of it to examine.

I stood up from my chair and started up the stairs. It's been a long, stressful day and I suppose it's for the best that I turn in early tonight. I'll need to take inventory of our stockpile and see how much food we need to gather in order to replenish our stores, and also make sure that Hiccup was okay.

Listen, I'm not exactly the best father around, I can admit that. I know that there are plenty of other men in the world who are better fathers than I, but I still care about Hiccup. Gods above, I could never hate the lad. He's my only son and the one thing I truly have left of my deceased wife, Valka. I still remember the day he was born.

It was an early birth, and he had been so small that we had named him Hiccup, which is what we often call the runt of the litter, and he was also born rather sickly. Gothi and the other healers, even Valka, weren't certain he would survive past his first year let alone his first winter. But I knew better. I knew that my son would survive and become the strongest viking Berk has ever seen. And I suppose that, in a way, he has become very strong. Just not in the way I'd been hoping for. Hiccup's got a very strong and creative mind, even more so than any viking I've ever met before. But in viking society, one needs to be strong physically or they won't survive, especially against those blasted beasts that keep raiding us.

I groaned as I felt my bones creak as I plopped down onto my bed. Honestly, I'm too tired and stressed out to deal with anything else right now. I'll think about it in the morning.

Third Person POV.

But soon after falling asleep, Stoick found himself standing in a dark void filled with dense fog. The fog was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Naturally, it put the viking chief on edge as he reached for his hammer only to remember that he didn't have it. He didn't even have a shield to protect himself. Now he's by no means defenseless, goodness no. Like many other vikings, Stoick is trained in hand to hand combat so that he can fight without needing to rely on a weapon. All vikings, whether they're warriors or not, are taught the basics of hand to hand combat when they start learning how to fight. But it's that viking's choice whether they wish to expand upon that particular skill or not.

As Stoick looked around for any signs of life he was wondering where he was and how he got there. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep. Did that mean that he was dreaming? If he was it certainly didn't feel like it.

He tried walking around to see if he might find anyone or anything that might give him a clue as to where he is and how he got there, but the fog was so thick it felt like he wasn't really going anywhere.

"Where in Odin's name am I?" Stoick thought aloud.

"You are in a place known simply as The Void." said an echoing voice.

A golden orb of light began to descend from the sky which put Stoick even more on edge than he already was. He watched as it slowly floated down before stopping about ten or so feet away from Stoick. The orb began to change and shift into the form of a human. A man to be precise. Oh, but this was no ordinary man as was revealed when the light died down once the transformation was complete.

The man in question was really a God. One who Stoick recognized right away due to his many depictions in viking culture.

It was Odin! The King of the Norse Gods!

Odin himself has a large body type that's packed with muscles that are clearly built for fighting rather than just for showing off. He has naturally pale skin that's got some deep wrinkles as a testament to his age as one of the older deities, long wavy white hair, and a magnificent beard that would make most men, viking or otherwise, green with envy. Only one of his icy blue eyes is currently visible as the eye he lost in a past battle is covered by a black eye patch. He wears a helmet with a set of eagle wings on the sides in place of the traditional horns that are attached to most viking helmets, and also wears a dark gray tunic, dark gray pants with the baby legs tucked into a pair of brown boots that look like they're made from a combination of leather and deer skin. Along with this, he wears a blue cape draped over his shoulders, and golden plated battle armor.

Truly a magnificent sight to behold for any mere mortal.

"O...Odin!..." gasped Stoick.

"Hello, Stoick 'The Vast' Haddock. So good of you to make it on such short notice. You're just in time to watch as the future of Berk and the entire viking world changes for the better. All thanks to two young people. One of whom is your son." Odin said.

"Hiccup?" Stoick asked in slight disbelief.

Odin chuckled and gestured for Stoick to walk with him as he led the viking chief through the void. As he did, he led him to a series of shallow pools of water that seemed to glow with the same ethereal energy that Odin had been made up of not five minutes ago.

"In a world parallel to our own, there exists people who are capable of bending the elements and using them to aid them in their lives. From clearing farmland, to bringing forth fresh water in times of drought, even for combat." Odin said as he began to explain. "Earth, fire, air, water. These are the four elements and nations that live together in harmony with each nation aptly named for the element that its people can utilize. They are known as the Water Tribes, the Earth Kingdom, the Fire Nation, and the Air Nomads. At one time there was peace between all four regions of these peoples. But things took a turn for the worst once the monarch of the Fire Nation, Firelord Sozin, came into power and started a war that lasted one hundred years."

Odin showed Stoick a pool where a single man began to manipulate the elements of earth, water, fire, and air like it was no problem.

"Only a human known as the Avatar is reborn as a new person once the previous dies, and can master all four elements. Only they could have stopped the Firelord. But that's what Sozin was counting on. After allowing the previous Avatar, Roku, to die on an erupting volcano he led his army to the air temples. He knew that the Avatar would be reborn into their next life as an Air Nomad, and so ordered the complete genocide of the Air Nation." Odin continued to explain as the events were shown to Stoick. "And he would have succeeded had one air nomad, Avatar Aang who was twelve at the time, not run away as he felt he was not ready to assume his duties as the Avatar. He and his Sky Bison, Appa, wound up frozen in a glacier for 100 years before they were eventually found and Aang restored balance to the world by defeating Firelord Ozai, Sozin's descendant, by removing his Firebending from him entirely. Ever since then his world has lived in a time of relative peace. But Aang has passed away, and now a new Avatar has been born."

Stoick saw in another pool who it was that Odin was talking about. It was a young lass who looked to be his son's age. About fifteen years old. She had long, dark brown hair that's done in a set of wolf tails, brown skin, and cyan blue eyes. She has an air of confidence about her that Stoick often found himself wishing his son had, but he could see in her eyes that she was hiding deep emotional pain. And judging from a faded scar near the base of her neck towards the left collarbone there was also some physical scarring from some form of abuse. But whether this was from her parents, or somebody else, he doesn't know.

Still, he can tell physical abuse when he sees it. Some viking parents are a little TOO ingrained in old traditions and tend to punish their children a tad bit… too severely. Which in most cases has led to deaths and serious emotional scarring. Yeah, vikings really aren't too good with the whole empathy thing.

But back on topic, Stoick looked away from this world viewing pond and gave a questioning look to the deity beside him.

"Okay, I can understand the Avatar having something to do with this, but… how do you know that Hiccup can?" Stoick asked.

"On the day your son was born I saw the future of vikingkind." Odin said. "And the past. I saw the young viking who, with help from the Avatar, could bring an end to the war between humans and dragons. That is why I brought you here, Stoick. I know that your son is both halves of the same coin. He will bring about an age like no other, and bring about peace between humans and dragons. Whether you choose to nurture this path that Hiccup will take or force him to become someone he's not is the most critical choice for peace to ever be brought about."

Stoick looked like he wanted to argue as he firmly believed that peace between humans and dragons was impossible. This belief had only been further solidified by the incident when Hiccup was still a baby. The day when Valka, Hiccup's mother and Stoick's wife, had been carried away by a four-winged dragon during a particularly nasty raid. Had that incident not happened, then maybe Stoick would be more inclined to believe that peace between dragons and vikings was achievable. It was one of the beliefs that Valka was most well known for, and thinking about it, Stoick could see that Hiccup definitely took after Valka's side of the family.

The King of the Norse Gods seemed to instantly know what Stoick was thinking and put a hand up to stop him from speaking.

"I know what you are thinking, Stoick, and I understand. You are uncertain about whether peace can truly be achieved between vikings and dragons because of what happened to your wife." Odin said. "But if you wish for what most would call a fool's dream to become a reality, then you must let go of the illusion of control."

"Illusion?" Stoick asked.

"Yes. Take this peach tree for example." Odin replied as the fog cleared to reveal said tree. "I can not make it blossom when it suits me, nor can I make it bear fruit before it is time."

"But there are some things we CAN control." Stoick said.

He punched the tree hard enough for several peaches to fall from the tree with one even hitting him on his helmeted head drawing a chuckle from Odin. It would seem that the Allfather is a patient God and has a sense of humor. Or at least a sense of humor that doesn't involve the deaths and/or mutilation of his enemies. Stoick ignored the laughter and picked up a peach as he began to explain what he believed not to be an illusion.

"As you have seen I can control when the fruit will fall." Stoick said before ripping the peach in half and removing the pit, kneeling down and making a hole in the dirt with his thumb. "And I can also control where to plant the seed. That is no illusion!"

He roughly placed the seed into the hole in the ground, standing up as Odin walked over and looked down at the peach pit that had just been halfway planted.

"Ah, yes. But think of that seed as Hiccup, and the peach tree as Valka. As Hiccup takes after your wife more than you know, he will grow up to be like her rather than as a traditional viking like yourself. And you can not change that. Just like how no matter what you do that seed will grow to be a peach tree. You may wish for an apple or an orange, but you will get a peach." Odin explained using a clever metaphor.

A metaphor that drove Stoick crazy because even though it's all a bunch of mumbo jumbo it just… makes sense to the viking.

"But a peach can not stop this war between vikings and dragons! A war that, need I remind you, has been going on for over three hundred years!" Stoick snapped.

But as mentioned before, Odin is a patient deity and calmly knelt down and gently covered the seed with dirt to help it begin its growth into a new tree.

"Maybe it can. If you are willing to guide it. To nurture it. To believe in it." Odin said as he stood back up and looked at Stoick.

"But how? How? I need your help, Odin!" Stoick all but begged.

"No… You just need to believe." Odin said calmly. "Promise me, Stoick 'The Vast' Haddock. Promise me you will believe."

"I…" Stoick fumbled over his words before sighing. "I will… try."

Odin hummed as he smiled and looked over the horizon.

"Good." Odin said as he began to turn back into light. "Our time together is over for now. We shall speak again another time… when it is finally time for you to be welcomed into Valhalla."

As the God disappeared, Stoick felt himself leaving the void as his mind was now resting by going into a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night. Oh, but he wouldn't forget this talk with Odin. Not by a long shot would he ever forget this talk.

But little did Stoick know was that while this talk was going on, in the parallel world, a certain Avatar was having a little talk of her own. And it wasn't going to end with just being a talk.

The Southern Water Tribe…

Pacing about in the stable outside of the White Lotus compound where she has been living for the last eleven years, Avatar Korra was overwhelmed by worry, sadness, and guilt. Earlier that day she had gone with her parents to the stables so she could take Naga, her pet Polarbear-Dog and animal guide, for a run in the snow like they do every day. She was really excited as it was one of the few things she could do around the compound without having White Lotus sentries hovering over her shoulder for hours on end, besides bathing, using the bathroom, and playing pai sho with her Waterbending teacher and the village healer, Katara. If she's being honest, she doesn't know why she bothers staying in this place. Her teachers are a bunch of stuck up old men who don't allow her to have any freedoms at all, and no matter how hard she tries nothing she does is ever good enough.

So she left mid-lesson to take Naga for a run in hopes that she might be able to relieve some stress that way. And her mother and father understood where she was coming from. To be honest, they agreed that a nice break from her lessons in mastering the elements would do her some good. But as they neared the stables, Korra sensed something wrong. She rushed ahead of her parents and into the stables and when she got there, she came upon a horrifying sight.

Her Polarbear-Dog, Naga, was being brutalized by a hooded figure in a mask! Lightning crackled in the figure's hands as they prepared to finish her off while a second masked figure was preparing to Earthbend a large boulder to crush Naga's skull! Likely in a sadistic way to make sure the poor creature stayed dead.

Fortunately for Naga, Korra was faster than either of those two and she quickly used her Waterbending to freeze the two of them from the neck down. Her parents quickly unmasked the two, revealing them to be the two who were brought in by the White Lotus to teach Korra Firebending and Earthbending. Neither of which she has come close to mastering under their instruction. Korra's father, Tonraq, immediately called for the two to be detained while Korra was busy trying to use what little skill in healing that she had to keep Naga alive.

And that's how we find ourselves in this situation now. Katara was currently in Naga's stable working to the best of her abilities to help the poor animal and hopefully save her life. Her children, Tenzin, Kya, and Bumi, along with the chief of Republic City's police force were all visiting at the time as well. Some were visiting Korra and having a little reunion with Katara at the time, and in some cases they wanted to meet the new Avatar in person.

"How goes the interrogation of those two?" Bumi asked in a rare moment of seriousness.

Which is odd to those who knew him, but at the moment they figured he knew better than to act like his usual goofball self at a time like this. Lin pinched the bridge of her nose as she scowled deeper than usual. She doesn't normally handle cases outside of Republic City, but she owed Tenzin a favor and so decided to work on this case and bring the two men responsible to justice for their actions. Along with whoever else is in cahoots with them.

Besides, there are several things that Lin absolutely can not tolerate. Chief among them are perverts, child molesters/abusers, and animal abuse. And when she saw just what kind of condition poor Naga was in and the emotional state that Korra herself was in right now, she couldn't ignore this case.

"Unfortunately, it's going nowhere quick. Those two are a couple of tough nuts to crack, but they will eventually. I've got my best interrogators on the job." Lin replied.

"Let's hope they get the information out of those two soon." Kya said. "Poor Korra's been a wreck since she found Naga in that state and I don't know if even Mom's healing abilities will be enough."

Fortunately for Kya, it didn't seem like Korra heard what she said. And if she did she probably chose to ignore it. Probably for the best that she did. From the looks of things she's already wearing down a hole into the floor with how much she's been pacing. It was a few minutes later when Katara finally emerged from behind the curtain that led to Naga's stable. The old Waterbender looked exhausted and rightfully so. It's not every day in the Southern Water Tribe that one has to deal with such severe injuries as what Naga had sustained because of those two.

Why anyone thought it was a good idea for the White Lotus to choose Korra's instructors for Earth and Firebending is beyond her.

"Katara!" exclaimed Korra as she rushed to the elderly woman. "How is Naga? Is she going to be okay?"

Katara sighed and motioned for Korra to sit down. The teenage Waterbender didn't like that look on her old teacher's face. And for good reason, as it usually means bad news.

"I did all I could. Naga is suffering from a multitude of injuries due to your former instructors. Most of them quite severe. She has third degree burns all over her upper torso, as well as several broken ribs from being hit by stone. All four of her legs have been broken almost beyond repair, and she has severe internal bleeding along with several ruptured organs. Her skull also has a severe fracture and from what I can tell, Naga also suffered some brain damage." Katara explained as she closed her eyes as a sign of mourning. "I'm afraid… she might not last the night. The best you can do right now is just be there for Naga, and… wait for nature to run its course."

Korra couldn't believe her ears. Naga, her precious Polarbear-Dog and best friend… was dying? This news shook the Avatar to her core. She thought it was a bad dream. A terrible nightmare that she needed to wake up from. But she knew that it was real. Katara would never lie about something like this. She had absolutely no reason to.

Her breathing steadily became harder and more shallow as a cold sweat began to run down her body. Tears began to fall from Korra's eyes, and she stormed out of the compound running away to who-knows-where.

"Korra! Wait, come back!" exclaimed Tenzin.

"Let her go, Tenzin. She is in a very fragile state of mind right now, and needs time to herself to come to terms with Naga's eventual death." Katara said as she stopped her youngest son. "Just give her some time. Your father recovered quickly after Appa's passing. I'm sure that Korra will be alright."

"Yeah, but Appa wasn't murdered by a couple of crazy people that were chosen by the White Lotus as teachers for the Avatar." Bumi countered. "Look, I'm not saying that she won't recover from this, goodness no. I'm just saying that she's become emotionally fragile and unpredictable. Who knows just what she might do because of her grief? Somebody has to follow her and keep her from doing something stupid and reckless!"

Hearing this, Kya couldn't help but give her brother a teasing smile despite the situation. Though it was half-hearted as the news of Naga's imminent death was weighing heavily on her mind at the moment.

"Since when did you think so rationally, Bumi?" she asked.

"A near death experience can change a man, Kya. Once you've lost everything there's nothing left to lose." Bumi replied.

"Well, I don't care what any of you say!" declared Senna as she abruptly stood up. "My daughter is out there, and she's hurting right now! It's my duty as her mother to be there for her in her time of need!"

Without waiting for a response, Senna ran out of the compound herself to try and catch up to Korra. Hopefully, she hadn't gone too far from the compound. But somehow, she doubted that her daughter would be willing to stay anywhere near the White Lotus at this time knowing the hand they inadvertently had in Naga's death. Tonraq, meanwhile, was stewing over what had just happened and was thinking about his options. On one hand he knew that Korra needed to be trained in at least relative safety to avoid another incident such as when Zaheer and his group had tried to kidnap her all those year ago. On the other hand he's not so sure if he can trust the Order of the White Lotus anymore after this mess. It seems that the old order has really degraded after the passing of masters Iroh, Pakku, Pian Dao, Jeong-Jeong, and King Bumi, with more and more arrogance being prominent among its members.

And as the saying goes: 'arrogance diminishes wisdom'. For all of the wisdom some of the White Lotus members have, most of them have so much arrogance that it overshadows that wisdom. Tonraq sighed and massaged his temples.

Being the chief of an entire tribe and the father of the current Avatar is a lot harder than he ever thought it would be.

Korra just kept running and running, blinded by her tears as they continued to flow down her face like a pair of waterfalls. She didn't care where she ended up, she just had to get away from that compound. Away from Naga's killers. She just kept running and running for what felt like hours but was really just ten minutes. Until finally, she could run no more.

Korra had come upon a cliff overlooking the ocean. The cliff itself was made of ice, but it rested atop a thick layer of sedimentary dark limestone which is the most common rock type around that region. She stepped closer to the edge and looked down at the freezing cold water below. All it would take is one step to end her existence and bring about a better, stronger, more worthy Avatar. One that people like the White Lotus could be proud of, who would be strong in body and spirits. And this way, she would be with Naga when she passed on.

But as she was about to take that step and plummet to her possible death… Korra stopped herself.

She took a few steps back as she knew that suicide wouldn't solve anything. And it certainly wouldn't stop Naga from dying. All it would do is hurt the people she loved, namely her parents. She couldn't do that to them. So she resigned herself to sitting down, drawing her knees up to her chest, and crying out all of her troubles. She may be the Avatar, but she's still a fifteen year old girl who is currently very emotionally fragile. As she continued to sob, Korra heard footsteps in the snow coming towards her. Looking out of the corner of her eyes she noticed a familiar set of Air Nomad robes.

"Not now, Tenzin. I just want to be left alone." Korra said through her tears.

"But you called me here." said a man who was definitely NOT Tenzin.

Turning around, Korra saw that it was the previous Avatar. It was Avatar Aang, the Air Nomad who defeated Firelord Ozai and created Republic City with the help of Firelord Zuko. He looked to be in his late thirties to early forties, though one really wouldn't be able to tell as the years had actually been very kind to Aang since he looked to still be in his late twenties, early thirties. Not a strand of gray hair anywhere in his short beard, which is the only hair he actually has on him since it's a traditional practice of monks and nuns of the Air Nomads to shave their heads/bangs to get a better feel for the wind and so that their arrows can be proudly displayed. These tattoos are a symbol that an Air Nomad has become a true master of Airbending.

"Aang." Korra greeted with a sad smile.

"You have finally connected with your spiritual self." Aang said proudly, though he too had a sad smile.

Korra stood up with some confusion showing through her anguish.

"How?" she asked.

"When we hit our lowest point we are open to the greatest change." Aang explained. "Myself and the other past Avatars have seen what the White Lotus have done. What they've been doing. And to be blunt we don't like the path that they are leading you down. So we're sending you somewhere else. A world parallel to our own, where the Avatar is needed now more than ever. And fear not. You will not be alone. Naga was brutalized and her life cut short, but like how you shall begin a new life so too will she. She may look different when you first see her again, but she is still the same Naga who you have always known and loved."

Then, right before her very eyes, all of the Avatars that came before her and Aang appeared out of thin air behind the Air Nomad. She could recognize some of them. Those like Avatar Roku of the Fire Nation, Avatar Kiyoshi of the Earth Kingdom, Avatar Kuruk of the Northern Water Tribe, and Avatar Yangchen of the Air Nomads, but there were some she's never seen or heard of before. But as she's connected to all of her past lives through the Avatar Cycle of Reincarnation Korra just knows who they are. Like they're ingrained into her memory.

Aang placed his thumbs on the two points on Korra's body that control the flow of chi needed for benders to harness their ability to bend the elements and started Energybending. As Korra closed her eyes, Aang's own eyes along with his arrow tattoos began to glow with an intense white light as he harnessed the ability that was taught to him by the giant Lion-Turtle many years ago. When it was over the Avatars of the past began to fade out of existence as they went back to the Spirit Realm, with Aang being the last one to go.

All was silent as Korra just stood there… but then her eyes snapped open to reveal that they were glowing with the same power that made all of the other past Avatars so powerful. She has entered the Avatar State!

A cyclone of air started up beneath Korra and brought her high up into the air as she started to bend the four elements. First was a blast of pressurized air, then a ring of fire, next came a wave of earth, and finally a giant wave from the ocean came crashing down upon the shore. But it didn't end there. Korra's body began glowing brighter and bright as the power of the Avatar State seemed to increase more and more, until finally a blast of light shot out from Korra's body and seemed to rip open a hole in the fabric of space and time.

Well, it's more like a rug really, but… oh never mind. It doesn't matter.

What does matter is that Korra seemed to be moving towards the tear in reality. And Naga, who was still barely alive, was being brought with her. The Polarbear-Dog's wounds seemed to be rapidly healing as she was being changed on a genetic level. The two were surrounded by a dome of light just as Senna finally managed to catch up to her daughter. The last thing the matriarch of the Southern Water Tribe witnessed was her daughter and Naga going through a tear in time and space before the tear closed itself.

"Korra…?" gasped Senna. "What… what just happened?"

A very good question, indeed. One that will be answered in time. For this isn't the last anyone has seen of Avatar Korra.

Not by a long shot.

For it is on the island of Berk where Korra's story will truly begin. Where she will embark on an epic mission alongside the son of the village chief. A mission that will determine the fate of vikings and dragons alike. And a mission that will truly begin to put Korra to the test as the Avatar.

Let's see just how this goes, shall we?

***To Be Continued…***

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