I Am Avatar Korra

Prologue: I Am Avatar Korra

I am Avatar Korra. I defeated Amon for Republic City and defeated my uncle for the world. I battled the spirit incarnation of all evil. I felt the sting as my bending and spirit were taken away - literally.

Service and sacrifice. All part of the battle.

But now they didn't want me anymore. Nevermind I risked my life on multiple accounts for their safety. Nevermind I had to wade my way through their bullshit politics to get help for my people. My concern is the entire world but to the entire world I am none of their concern.

If you were to describe me, you would call me stubborn. I would not be insulted. Despite what they said - what they threatened - I stayed on Air Temple Island. Republic City was my home too.

But they didn't want me. Apparently I was too much trouble for them. So they drove me out. Rioting through the Temple, setting fire to hundreds of years of cultural heritage and hurting anyone who stood in their way. I never wanted this.

I didn't need them to sacrifice themselves to hold them off but Mako and Bolin insisted. Asami was already fighting through the thick of things but I feared she had already fallen.

I understood that they wanted me safe but that didn't mean I had to like it. The moment the door burst open was the moment I ran. They knocked down my friends and I didn't make it two feet before they got me too.

I struck out with firebending. I had defeated men before. I was no newcomer to violence - in fact I lived it. Fighting made me whole. Something about the physical and mental balance that wove together to bring down those who threatened you pulled me in. Sport. Violence was sport.

But striking out and watching your opponent go limp... There was no glory in that kind of victory. I was powerful but that kind of power beheld in my hands made me sick. Death was not an option.

Those men were the first I killed.

I watched as their charred skin flaked and crumbled. I froze, watching what my hands had done in horror.

"Go! Now, Korra, we'll hold them off!" The last words I heard Mako tell me still echoed in my mind as I fled.

Those thoughts, those memories raced through my mind as I searched for an answer to the question I had been given.

"I am Senna," I said quietly, taking my mother's name.

The woman across the desk from me smiled kindly. "Welcome to the Shu Jing Fire Academy, Senna. I'm sure you'll fit in well around here."