Percy and Annabeth sat by the shore of Camp Half-Blood, on the beautiful expanse of Long Island Sound. They were finished with their activities for the day and had planned to spend the rest of it with each other. Percy couldn't be happier. Though his fellow campers who had been lost to the war still haunted him somewhat, Annabeth's presence kept him smiling and content with life. It was these little moments that he had learned to cherish. It was early afternoon, the sun was high, and a salty breeze brushed his face. If the sea had been beautiful when he and Rachel had sat beside it, it was ten times more so now. Annabeth was also content, for the most part. She was here, alive and well, with her boyfriend Percy. They had been dating for a few weeks, and they had been some of the best of her life. Percy could be a bit of an idiot when it came to the obvious hints he'd missed, but he managed to get there, in the end. They talked of simple things, taking pleasure in each other's company. Every time she thought she glanced at him discreetly, it just so happened that he had been doing the same. Their eyes would lock and they would smile bashfully; getting used to being in a relationship was only natural when you had been friends so long. However, just when everything was going perfectly, it happened.

Percy's eye's widened and he stared hard at the sea, his smile replaced by a look of worry.

"Percy," Annabeth said suddenly, "what's wrong?"

Percy shook his head, waiting.

After a lingering silence he looked at her.

"I'm not sure," he admitted, "I've just got this strange feeling… something is in the sea, something that shouldn't be."

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

Maybe it's the thousands of pounds of trash and pollution that's being poured into it by the second, she thought sarcastically.

"It's not garbage," Percy said, as though he were a mind reader, "it's moving toward us. It's manipulating the water."

"Could it be your father?"

"No, I thought it might be at first, but this is different. The feeling I'm getting now is that something really weird and really out of sync happened with the sea. It's almost as if something has caused it… irritation?"

Percy sounded strange, as if he were both confused and worried at the same time. His powers over the sea had grown with the years, but now something was really bothering him, Annabeth could see as much.

"I think I see something."

KORRA

Air Temple Island was a peaceful place. That is, until Mako, Bolin, and Asami arrived to visit Korra. The airbender children were simply ecstatic to have visitors. The effect had worn off over the course of Korra's stay and now Meelo never failed to remind her that seeing as she lived on the island, she was not a visitor. The kids were released from their lessons, and given grace periods whenever they came over, due to their lack of focus. Ikki and Meelo would yap their guests into oblivion, while Jinora would be completely polite and overly punctual. She also blushed whenever Mako addressed her directly, and then proceeded to bury her face in a book. Today was no different, though the sun was hidden behind dark clouds, and even with it being midday, very little sunlight broke free of the grey chains of water vapor. As Korra sat on the edge of a cliff, behind the temple itself, she wondered at the sudden change of weather.

What had recently been a beautiful day was now bleak and dull. The water surrounding the island was cold, dark and mysterious. There was something foreboding about the black waves as they crashed against the cliffs below.

Get a grip, Korra, she thought to herself, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Even so, she couldn't explain the chill that arced across her back, making her jump and nearly lose her placing on the edge of the cliff. She was just reasserting control over her body and mind when-

"KORRA!"

Bolin's voice raced through Korra's eardrums. She jumped violently, a yelp escaping her lips. Before she could grasp a ledge, she fell. A scream rent the air and Bolin's companions leapt forward. Mako grabbed Korra's hand. Even so, he alone could not stop the fall. Helping a person climb back onto a ledge is not an easy feat, and before Mako had the chance to get a good hold and hoist Korra up he tumbled after her, hand in hand. Bolin, being brave and loyal, leapt over as well, grasping for Mako and Korra. He, too, followed them over the edge. Asami, taking the smart approach, pulled out an Equalist rope designed to ensnare the limbs of benders and hurled an end down at the falling trio. Before the rope connected and pulled taut, she took a stance and prepared for the weight to besiege her. However, while her move had been carefully calculated, she had forgotten a variable: the weight of three heavily muscled teenagers. And with a small smile and a berating thought, she was pulled to the edge of the cliff. She then released all the tension in her legs, and the new Team Avatar fell. Korra fell with Mako and Bolin close behind her, but she didn't really notice their presence. She didn't even really register that she was falling. What she did notice was the whirlpool forming underneath them in the bay of Republic City. It was mesmerizing; the way the water moved and danced in a perfect circle, waiting to swallow Korra and her friends, was quite charming.

She hit the water, noticing how the landing had been quite comfortable compared to some of her watery falls. She looked around through the water, which was surprisingly clear considering that the whirlpool should have been stirring up silt from the water bed. She was pulled deeper, not by her inertia from falling, but by the force of the water. It was almost as if it were asking 'How do YOU like being controlled against your will?' Mako, Bolin, and Asami swirled around her, trying desperately to breathe. Korra bent the water. Nothing happened. She had performed the move a thousand times; it should've pushed the water away from herself, forming a bubble that encompassed all of them. Korra's lungs screamed for air, making her vision blurry. Then the world turned, everything that was up suddenly became down and vice versa. There was a sun above them, a star to follow, and with their last dregs of consciousness they made a feeble attempt at surfacing. Just when Korra believed they would perish in the unbendable water, a vertical riptide carried them up, pushing them with great speed towards the surface. The pressure was almost overwhelming as they shot skyward. With a great inhalation, she and her friends broke the surface of the water… which was now clear and balmy. The sky, too, was clear and it was a beautiful day. Then she noticed it: Air Temple Island was gone, as was Republic City. She was lost with her friends at sea. Everything was different, right down to the fish she saw swimming below them in the murky depths. Everyone else grappled with this discovery as well, trying to keep above the water, and above the rising panic bubbling in their chests.

Bolin was the first to speak, of course.

"K-Korra? Where are we?"

She gazed around, avoiding the looks from her friends. She didn't want to see the looks of disappointment. It was her fault that they'd fallen… or was it? She had been mesmerized by the whirlpool as she fell. Had it also influenced her before she fell?

"I don't know," she replied, putting some defiance and confidence into her voice. She would find a way back. She had to.

"Look," Mako and Asami said simultaneously.

Korra gazed in the direction of their outstretched hands, pointing towards….

"Land!"

Korra soon realized she could bend once again, though it was faulting badly. She could try her hardest to bend up a tidal wave, but it only came out as a small spray of sea. Instead she settled with propelling them to shore via a small current, even though she was trying to form a powerful riptide towards the land mass. Soon enough they saw something move, like a shimmering wave of heat. The air in front of the land rippled, revealing a strange place. It had a beach by the shore, while huge buildings of white marble speckled the green landscape. And there, on the beach... people! All four of them tried to call out, but they were still too far off. Korra bent as hard and fast as she could, willing the currents to move faster. Had she not been soaked, she would've been dripping sweat with the effort of her consistent movements.

After a while, they came close enough to make out some the details lost from a distance. The place was beautiful. The boy and girl on the shore were looking right at them, not moving. The young man seemed to be holding something that glittered gold in the sunlight. Korra's mind was all work, no play, however, and the heat quickly overtook her. The sunlight reflecting off the water made her thirsty, as the effort of pulling them ashore rapidly drained her. She kept her eyes on the shoreline as she worked, wishing she could get them to move faster. Suddenly, she stopped, her body tired and her head spinning. Korra's eyes closed and her muscles loosened. All fight left her and with a weary sigh she sank beneath the water.

"Korra!"

Bolin dove under the water to help her while Mako and Asami called to the people on the shore.

"Help! Heeeelp!"

The two people on shore faced each other, and then the young man rushed for the water and dove headlong into the surf.

PERCY

In the sea, Percy had perfect bearings and on top of that, he could sense the people who'd been calling for help with ease.. The vibrations they sent through the water were overwhelming to his senses. Percy focused on his power, feeling the ocean flow through him and he shot forward like a bullet through the water. He found two people below the surface, and two managing to keep above it. He kept Riptide out, just in case it was a trap of some kind. If they were hostile, he could easily ambush them, but if they were friendly, he could help them get ashore. He floated in closer to help the submerged people first. They were human, or they appeared to be, and one was unconscious: a beautiful young woman. The other was a burly guy, trying to pull her toward the surface. Judging by his panicked, jerky strokes, Percy judged that he had never received proper swimming training. From a glance, Percy could tell this was a guy who was out of his element.

It took Mr. Muscles a second to notice Percy, and when he did he nearly let go of the young woman's arm in fright. Percy held out a hand and pointed Riptide upward, indicating what he was about to do. The burly guy grabbed hold with his free hand and they could suddenly breathe, thanks to a convenient underwater bubble. Without warning Percy bulleted upward on a strong current, toward the other two people who were still above the water. The three of them broke the surface and rode a wave in the direction of the two who'd called for help. Another guy and another girl, both looking in awe at the wave Percy had made. He held out a hand and with all four in tow, set a course for the shore. Muscle Man had given over the young woman to the other guy, who draped a limp arm around his shoulders and helped her stay aloft in the wave. They didn't carry any weapons. They didn't even seem to be from around New York, let alone the United States. Their clothes were almost as strange as could be, the men with high collars, and one with a scarf. Percy focused on taking them towards shore, however, he couldn't help but notice a few strange things, like the fact that Scarfy had amber eyes that glinted in the sun. That definitely wasn't a trick of the light.

It took a few minutes, but they finally came to a rest on the shore. Percy was standing there, dry, and perfectly fine; albeit a slight exhaustion and a tense sword arm. The other four people were completely out of breath, and one just barely awake. Annabeth looked over the newcomers curiously, her brain whizzing with excitement. She had never met anyone so strangely dressed, including some of the hideous monsters she'd fought. Annabeth and Percy began helping each of them to their feet. Both of them had to help lift the amber eyed young man and the girl he held at his side.

"Who are you guys?"

Annabeth swore that one day Percy's abruptness and obliviousness would one day get him into a situation he couldn't handle. She elbowed past him and held out a hand.

"Hi, my name is Annabeth, welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

It sounded generic and falsely cheery, like welcoming a well-known bomb maker into your home and inviting him to lunch. Percy stood there rather dejectedly and massaged where Annabeth had bumped into him. One day he'd have a word with her about those bony elbows and the way she threw them around, like weapons of mass destruction. Annabeth faced the odd quartet, waiting for a reaction, the hand she held out a stark contrast to the one she held behind her back, inches from her dagger. Suddenly a smile lit the burly guy's face and he stepped forward, wrapping both of Annabeth's hands in his own.

"Hi, I'm Bolin, this is my brother Mako-"

He gestured to the golden-eyed young man holding the swooned girl at his side.

"Asami, a good friend of ours-"

The girl in the smeared makeup raised a hand blearily and smiled, as though thinking of a private joke at a funeral.

"And Korra, the Avatar!"

He flung out a practiced showman's arm at the unconscious woman, putting a strange tone in his voice, like a mixture of spooky ghost tones and awe.

Bolin looked at Annabeth and Percy, as though expecting them to know what he was talking about. Nothing happened, everyone stood there quietly. A wave slapped at the shore. A look of dawning spread across Percy's face.

"So you guys are aliens?"

Mako stepped forward, lugging Korra, the Avatar, with him.

"Could we get some help for her?"

Percy didn't like the idea of leaving Annabeth with these washed-up-weirdies, but after embarrassing himself so thoroughly, he decided to go get Chiron himself. Annabeth was good at playing diplomatic emissary; she could get those guys to open up. Even so, he didn't want to leave her there long, nor did he want to bring more attention to the beach, so he zigzagged here and there, trying to look calm and complacent. When he was sure no one was studying his progress, he bee-lined for the Big House. He didn't quite run there, it was more like a very brisk power walk. Percy focused on what he was doing, trying not to think of the things that could happen to Annabeth while he was gone. He'd lost her a couple years ago to a Titan, so if four teenagers who liked to dress funny thought they could come between him and Annabeth, they were in for a rude awakening.

When Percy entered the Big House, he knew he had come to the right place. Frank Sinatra blared over unseen speakers and the entire living room blazed with firelight. He found Chiron conversing with someone through an Iris message. If the person on the other end of the message noticed Percy's arrival, he didn't say a word, but still Chiron turned around in his wheelchair, looking at Percy. His eye's suggested that he knew why Percy had come, but his mouth stayed in a practiced smile. Had Percy not known him so well, he'd have guessed Chiron was a guy with a hard life that just managed to look on the bright side of things. However, he did know Chiron, and he also knew something was up with him. The person in the Iris message finally spoke.

"Hello, son."

He finally gave his full attention to the person in the Iris message. He knew that voice all too well, though he heard it rarely enough. His father, Poseidon stood on what looked to be Mount Olympus. Percy could see the remnants of the war there, thought they seemed… less intense, less scarring than they had before, as though they were being slowly repaired by some unseen force.

"Well, Chiron, let them know she must begin training at once. The Spirits are very keen on her returning and continuing her Spiritual enlightenment. It goes without saying that the fate of their world may rest squarely upon her shoulders."

So, essentially, Percy was shunned by his own father while Chiron got direct orders from one of the three major gods. All the while, they were discussing the fate of the world in a monotone. Percy thought that his life would get better after the Titans had been dealt with… had he been mistaken? Maybe it was just something about one of the campers, but Percy simply couldn't believe it, even if he'd tried. He also knew that something weird was going on. Scratch that, several strange things were going on. Were they related? He hoped so; he had tried to fight on more than one front before, and it hadn't worked out very well.

ANNABETH

She stood there awkwardly, looking between the four of them and trying not to look threatening. Korra had begun to come around, or at least, she was moving slightly. She mumbled weakly, coughed and then spat out a some sea water. After that she continued to hang limply in the arms of Mako, whose amber eyes bored fiercely into Annabeth's grey ones. She didn't realize she was staring until she noticed his eyebrow creep upward. An eyebrow which happened to be pointed and strangely shaped… ok, if these guys got any weirder she would have to probe them to make sure they were actually human. She hadn't done a good probing of anything since Percy…

Never mind that, she thought savagely, they could still turn hostile at any moment.

With that thought her hand leapt to her waist, where she kept her dagger. Mako's eyes followed the movement, widening when he saw what she was reaching for.

"Bo."

Bolin looked at his brother, then followed his gaze to Annabeth's dagger. Understanding immediately, he took a stance and stomped his foot. The sand between Annabeth and Bolin became a lump of sandstone, but only big enough to crush Annabeth into a pancake. With a grunt of effort he swung his arm around and the boulder hung above Annabeth. She threw herself out of the way as the boulder fell right where she had been a second ago.

"Wait!"

Korra's voice rang out and hit Bolin like a whip. His neck cricked as he snapped it in her direction. She seemed to have been woken up by the dropping boulder of sandstone. She pulled herself up and gazed at Annabeth with intensely blue eyes. Annabeth suddenly knew that Korra was respected, and possibly even adored, because Bolin's cheeks turned red as he blushed bashfully. He turned away, rubbing his neck where it had been stretched to the point of agony. Mako looked at Korra, not making a move to help her stay standing, but wary nonetheless.

"This girl's friend saved us! Why are you attacking them, or have you forgotten already that without them you would still be over a mile out at sea?"

"She was reaching for a dagger! I couldn't let her hurt you guys," said Bolin pleadingly.

Korra moved forward, stretching out a hand and wrapping an arm around her stomach as though trying to keep everything in. She moved gingerly, sore muscles and weakness fatigued her every step.

"My name is Korra, the Avatar."

She waited a moment, but Annabeth was still just as confused when she said it as she was when Bolin said it.

Annabeth stretched out a hand and grasped Korra's firmly. They immediately formed a connection, though they didn't know it. Both were strong, independent women who were counted upon day in and day out to perform flawlessly. Though their worlds differed immensely, they were more similar than they could've imagined.

Korra suddenly looked alarmed as she peered over the blonde's shoulder, and Annabeth turned around, wondering if she just fell for the oldest trick in the book. Instead, her gaze found Chiron and Percy, making their way towards them. They were just close enough to see that Chiron was not riding a horse, but that he was a horse from the waist down, and human from the waist up. They came to a stop at a respectable distance, and Percy looked oddly subdued, earning him a concerned glance from Annabeth. The daughter of Athena moved out of the way so that Chiron could take over the negotiations. Korra may have seen some sense, but the rest needed a calming voice to try and figure out their current situation.

Korra took a step forward, looking determined and nervous.

"Hi, I'm-"

"Korra, the Avatar, and your companion's names are Mako, Bolin and Asami. Yes, I have been expecting you for a short while. Have you been-er-filled in?"

At the blank look on Korra's face, he guessed not.

Chiron's voice had that effect on everyone. While calming you, it could deliver some of the worst news and still you wouldn't feel it completely, like numbing the limb and breaking the bone. He must've prepared for this quite well because he took the conversation quite slowly, slower than usual. He invited them all to join him in the Big House, assuring them of their safety within the border of the camp. Together, they made their way across the lawns of the Camp from the beach to the Big House. Even from a distance it was easy to tell these guys were outsiders and the absence of their usual orange tee-shirts meant one thing: new half-bloods to welcome to the camp. All in all, it wasn't surprising that as they wound their way towards the Big House, others began to come close and see the newest additions to Camp Half-Blood.

KORRA

As she walked towards the Big House (Korra surmised it to be the large house in the center of the camp, which they happened to be heading towards) she also noticed that people began to pay them attention. People who were working metal, people who were paying volleyball, people who seemed not to be much older than herself. A crowd began to gather, but instead of the usual noise and questions, they seemed pretty withdrawn. Normally new campers had the look of a cornered animal in their eyes; hostile, angry and ready to lash out in a moment's notice. The newcomers seemed different somehow. They had a look of complete loss on their faces, and not one was armed, save a strange looking glove on the hand of none other than Asami, who now carried it with her always. She found that the chi-blocking glove complimented her fighting style well. Finally, a noise came from someone, someone whom Korra took an immediate disliking too.

"Hey, Chiron, who are these lumps?"

The voice belonged to Clarisse, a daughter of Ares, and one of Percy Jackson's least favorite people at camp.

"Wow, these guys don't look like much. That one looks like a child of Aphrodite," she said with a relish in her voice.

It wasn't snotty, but actually quite sincere. Clarisse had once been close friends with the leader of the Aphrodite cabin, until she'd died in the war against the titans.

She looked at Mako.

"Possibly Hephaestus, possibly Ares, hard to tell."

Clarisse was rather blunt like that. To Bolin she said:

"Definitely Hephaestus, look at those muscles. I'd like to see how ripped he'll be after he's had some time in the forges."

Bolin looked away, loosening his collar as he went. It was very hot all of a sudden and he couldn't help but notice that his muscles were quite impressive.

"And that leaves you."

Korra kept walking, trying not to be offended. She was at a loss for information, however, these names: Hephaestus, Ares and Aphrodite, rang some very faint and far off bells. Before she could place them, she was waylaid by Clarisse. An intimidating sight for most, Korra sensed there was more to this girl than she let on. Korra was an expert in the whole "bad girl" act, as she had upheld it for years. Only when Amon had attacked had she truly realized that without her friends she was emotional garbage. Something told her that Clarisse had been through a lot, too.

"I just don't know where you're going, but I'm sure we'll see. The gods should've already claimed you by the looks of it."

Korra had no clue what this girl was on about, so she pushed her way past her and followed Chiron and the others onto the porch and into the house.

She entered a room with a stuffed tiger head and a ping-pong table. The room was filled with the warm, cozy light of a fire. Without any luck, Clarisse walked in behind her. She was the head counselor for the Ares cabin and she was sure she would be briefed by Chiron, as would all the other head counselors. Chiron had left to fetch his wheelchair, as he did not fit into the house otherwise. Slowly the room began to fill. It was more than just the head counselors; it also seemed to be at least one other highly respected person from each cabin. Soon the room was filled with the buzz of talk, not very bright talk either. Some spoke of war, and Korra could definitely see it still etched into these campers in the form of cuts, bruises and bandages. They were not particularly hostile, but morale must've been at an all time low.

Chiron rolled into the room and silence fell. It was a pretty strange sight, a guy in a wheelchair commanding the respect of everyone. Even though it was rather foreign to Korra, she still felt a sense of power and wisdom radiate from this seemingly crippled man. He rolled up to the head of the ping-pong table, the only spot not crowded by people.

"I have gathered you all to this council," Chiron said gravely, "to deliver an important announcement."

Korra, Mako, Bolin and Asami were astounded at the reaction of the assembled campers. They turned to each other and gave looks. Some looked angry or bitter, others looked worried. Percy was there, standing next to the blonde girl whom Bolin had mistakenly attacked on the beach. They held hands and stood close together, trying to remain calm and rational. One thing struck everyone in the room though, Chiron did not sound pleased. In fact, he sounded as if another Great Prophecy had arisen, foretelling the end of the world. Again.

"As all of you can see, we have… visitors."

It took a little time, but soon enough everyone seemed to shift their gaze towards the four outsiders from another world. They didn't look very pleased to see them either. Chiron pressed on, not wanting an outbreak of anger and confusion before he finished explaining.

"They are not from this world, yet the higher beings there have asked us for guidance. They believe that there will be a great shift in their world, and that their emissary will need to be well prepared. The Spirits have formed a pact with the Gods, and we must honor that pact by showing the Avatar the respect befitting her stature, and the ways of demigods. If the Avatar is to adapt to the changes of her world, knowledge must be taken from all sources. The Avatars of old focus their knowledge and energy through Korra, but if she is to survive in a changing world she will need outside help. This help, this knowledge, this guidance, must come from us. I charge all of you here with the protection and safety of the Avatar and her friends. The Spirits are not beings to be trifled with and to void the bargain your godly parents struck with the Spirits would wreak havoc upon the world as we know it. Our world, and theirs."

Chiron's speech came to an end and people were finally beginning to realize the gravity of the situation. This was, in fact, a real problem. Only Annabeth was able to piece together the puzzle that Chiron's speech created.

"What could we possibly give or show the Avatar that these higher beings couldn't? Why don't they give this girl some private lessons or something?"

Clarisse's words were met with some looks of frustration while others looked at her as though she actually had a point. Korra was beginning to like Clarisse less and less, albeit their similarities. Korra stepped forward, trailed by her friends until she was standing next to Chiron. She looked impressive, framed against the light of the fire while the day grew darker, even with her somewhat hunched disposition. She took a deep breath, and began a surprisingly lengthy explanation of the basics of her world. She described the benders and non-benders, their strained relationship over the past several months, and the downfall of Amon. She spoke of the Spirits, and how they chose who could bend, and who could not.

She even debunked some of the mysteries of the Avatar to them. At length, when stars were visible in the sky, she ended with the story of how she was seemingly drawn into the whirlpool and struggled to bend the water. On that note, Percy was called up and reported his rescue of the four friends. When he was finished, silence pounded on everyone's ears like a waterfall. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open again, and Rachel Elizabeth Dare came in. She was wrapped in a shawl, and looked quite familiar with goings on, which was hardly a surprise. Rachel was the camp's Oracle; she was able to view glimpses of the future and see through the Mist that kept monsters and myth hidden from human eyes. She had green eyes, a freckled face, and some very red, curly hair. She looked about until she saw the Avatar, hurried forward, and finally gave a little curtsy, welcoming Korra and her friends to camp.

"Well, now that this is done, we can work out Korra's training schedule. Everyone go save for Korra, her friends and Percy. We have some things to discuss."

"Hey, Chiron, does Korra being a waterbender mean she'll be sleeping in Percy's cabin?"

Clarisse's voice rang out and reached the ears of Chiron, Percy, Korra, and Annabeth, who turned to Percy, noting his red cheeks. Korra's too had turned slightly reddish on her dark skin. Chiron seemed oblivious to the awkwardness and simply nodded, yearning for the rest that would follow the creation Korra's training schedule.

Hey all, told you I'd get to the rewrite!

Took a while though.

Not much had changed, the rewrite deals primarily with editing and other such trifles, so the story as you know it hasn't changed. Now, originally, each time you saw a name in the story, that was the end of a chapter and a change in viewpoints, which I was experimenting with when I began writing this fic so long ago.

Part one will be labeled as such on the chapters, but Part two will likely retain its chapter names.

Credit to AndytheLemon for the cover image!