There's been myths.  And of them, is one alive and breathing.

The avatar. Master of all four elements, and even sub elements. They are the bridge between the spirit and physical world. They are their protector.

And being the avatar is a long journey.

And Korra was that exact same person. She was changed by the war and lost her loved ones.

Her cry of frustration rang out. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to rest but got whisked away to a whole new world by Raava.

There, everything was different and if she was normal, she'd have been in awe, but Korra was frightened.

She had appeared in the middle of a fight, surprising both villains and heroes. She didn't have time to think, so she assisted the heroes based on her gut feeling.

She was immediately apprehended with suspicion. Korra could understand, except she was far too weak and treated roughly.

She tried to explain, but it didn't work. Korra felt like she was going mad as the days stretched into each other.

Korra wanted to be back home....