I am posting this new story. Depending on how well it goes, I will continue to post this one instead of the follow up to Impasse Terre.

I do not own The Legend of Korra. Enjoy and please tell me your thoughts on this one!

She found herself standing when her consciousness returned. Before, she remembered stepping in front of a beam from Kuvira's spirit cannon. Now, she was catching the dictator before she could fall to the ground. The metalbender's wits returned to her and she quickly threw herself out of the Avatar's arm. She stopped to look at the thick forest around them.

"Where… where are we?" she asked in a coarse tone, "Are we dead?"

Korra took a moment to look around. They were not dead for certain and it was not the Spirit World. She turned around and saw more trees.

"I don't even have the slightest idea of where we are."

When the Avatar turned to face the metalbender, Kuvira was clutching her side. She looked like she was in more pain since their fight. They spoke briefly about what had happened. Korra was able to get Kuvira to open up a bit about her reasons for doing what she did.

But while it cleared the air of questions, it did nothing to explain where they were. The Avatar lifted herself into a tree and began to climb it. Hopefully the height advantage would give her a clue. All around them were trees. To the northeast, there was a large mountain range. To the southwest was a large body of water and a hill. Korra turned back towards the mountains. The gap in between them looked familiar.

Her fearful assumption had to wait when Kuvira called for her. The Avatar was working her way down when she stopped to look at the columns of an army stop under her. They were questioning Kuvira over her appearance and injuries. From her view, Korra noticed the amount of weapons each man had. Straw and leather hats covered their heads and their leather and iron scaled armor was old for sure. She and Kuvira had managed to go back into the past. The vital question was, how far?

Apparently, they went far enough. Kuvira's metalbending scared most of them while the leader was in awe.

"What kind of witchcraft is this? How are you able to manipulate our weapons and armor?" the old man asked.

The metalbender scoffed, "Witchcraft? It is not witchcraft."

Korra dropped down in between the man and Kuvira, successfully scaring the man off of his ostrich-horse. Even the dictator stepped back some from the surprise.

"Just move along, uh." Korra studied him for a moment, wondering what to call him.

"General Ban Zhou of the Huashi Clan."

Apparently the name was of some importance to Kuvira. Korra watched as the woman's brow rose in curiosity. The Avatar waved her in towards the metalbender to explain later.

"Right, General Ban," she continued, "Just move your army along and we won't have issues."

The General was helped to his feet. He laughed the entire time.

"Leave you both alone?" he dusted himself off, "No. I should bring you both along and present you two to the Clan Leader. With someone that can manipulate iron and steel, our Clan can finally chase the others away and proclaim this land as ours. No, I can bring her along and take over the Clan. Then I win the land for us!"

The Avatar rubbed her forehead. The consequences of her last fight were catching up and dealing with another dictator was the last thing she wanted to do.

"She is my prisoner," Korra started, ignoring the glaring look from Kuvira, "And I will not allow you to take her. Now, last chance. Leave."

Several men with swords, spears and bows came running to their General's side after a quick hand signal. After finally losing her patience, Korra stomped the earth, shaking them. She then bent their weapons and set the wooden spears on fire.

"How can this be?" someone spoke with fear in his voice, "We were chasing the new Avatar, a fire tosser. How can you also be the Avatar?"

Settling down, Korra frowned, "That… is a question I can't answer right now. I will not ask again; leave us alone."

"How unfortunate for us," the General said as he turned to his men, "The fire tossers have their Avatar and now the water savages have another one. This does not bode well for us."

Korra sighed as he returned his gaze on her.

"Perhaps we should end you now before you find your people and convince them to have the will to fight again."

The Avatar cracked her knuckles. She was already weary from her earlier fight with Kuvira but the General in front of her was testing her patience.

"Are you being serious right now? How about this; you turn your army around and forget that we were even here. I won't find my kinsmen and we call it good," she paused before offering her ultimatum, "Or my injured friend and I will tear your primitive army apart with one hand behind each of our backs. I would hate to see what a fully realized Avatar can do to an army."

The General took his time to consider his options. His shoulders dropped before he responded.

"I will accept your offer, Avatar. We will leave you and the iron manipulator alone."

Korra let out a sigh of relief.

"But do not be naïve and believe that once word does get out about a second Avatar, that you will not be hunted. The people of Earth have not forgotten what the last water savage Avatar had done to our people. Onward men." The General then left them.

The Avatar and the metalbender watched them as the army moved on. Every one of the soldiers took a moment to glance at them in wonder. Their odd clothing stood out, especially Kuvira's bright, metal shoulder guards. After they were in the distance, Kuvira quickly turned to Korra.

"Korra," she started as her brow rose and she almost grinned, "We have a chance to finally fix the Earth Kingdom. We can help my people and set them up for success now."

"No." the Avatar exclaimed, "We are not changing the past. We have no idea what we could do if we did."

"These are my people. You don't understand. We can guide them properly and they will never have to suffer. I know I went too far in our time but here; we can make a difference and give them a strong leader to guide them. Think of the possibilities."

Korra shook her head, "As wonderful as it sounds, I feel that changing the past will only do more harm. What if we change something and it makes things worse? Or what if someone we love isn't born because we messed with the time?"

She paused to close her eyes. Taking in the energy around her, she breathed in.

"I'm not supposed to be here. The presence of two Avatars might throw the world into an imbalance." She then looked at Kuvira, "We might as well get used to being near each other. I'm not finding a way back without taking you with me."

Kuvira snorted before moaning in pain.

"But first things first; I need to heal your injuries and we need new clothes."

"I'm fine. I don't need you to help me again." She then sat down.

The Avatar's brow gathered in worry, "Yes you do."

The dictator forced herself to her feet. When Korra tried to help, she was pushed away.

"I can walk. There's no need of you to crush my pride further." Then her features softened, "Do you know where we are now, since you were in a tree."

"Yep." Korra responded quickly, "We're in Republic City… well where it will be. Maybe we can find Yu Dao?"

Kuvira shook her head, "No, it was a Fire Nation Colony, remember? It won't be there. We should follow the coast south. We should run into a fishing village."

"Towards Omashu?"

The dictator stopped in her steps, "I don't think Omashu is a city yet, but yes. You never studied history, did you?"

Korra snorted as she crossed her arms, "Not beyond Avatar Kuruk's time. The assumption was that I would be able to speak to my past lives if I needed a history lesson. Well, unfortunately for me, I'm a clean sheet when it comes to Avatars."

"Perfect. Lucky for you, I did study history during my time trying to unite the Earth Empire." Kuvira said as she turned away. Plans were already circling her mind.

Keeping their space from the army they were following, they soon found a fishing village. When they entered the small gate, the feeling of being stared at caused them to stop for a moment. For certain, all eyes from within the village gazed at them. Mentions of the blue cloth and Kuvira's strange uniform left the pair to quickly ask for a tailor.

Then came the matter of money. Much to her dislike, Kuvira ended up trading her metal shoulder guards. She formed it all into bricks of metal that could later be traded to a smith. The metal soon became the talk of the village as they had never seen such a pure metal.

Korra walked out of the tailor's shop first. She only had a short sleeved, green top made and wore it over her Water Tribe clothing. She traded her fur apron as she did not have a need for it. With ribbon in her hand, she pulled what she could of her hair back.

"It will have to do for now." She sighed.

The metabender walked out moments later in a longer robe. She wore a scowl on her face as she was braiding her hair.

"Feel better now?"

"I do," Korra responded, "We'll fit in with the times. At least a bit."

"Right, because your blue trousers and top don't stick out at all."

Korra was about to retort but her stomach interrupted her, "Let's just grab something to eat. It had been some time since I last ate."

Kuvira's stomach betrayed her too, "I suppose so."

They were directed to a small tavern close to the harbor. Again, everyone's eyes were on them as they entered. They were the only two women in the building as everyone else was either a fisherman or a sailor of some kind. They took seats in empty stools by the counter.

"Something strong to drink." Kuvira muttered as she set down some of the metal.

Korra gave her a look, "You're drinking?"

"What else are we going to do at the moment?" the metalbender responded as a bottle and two small cups were placed in front of her, "And something to eat, I suppose."

"Coming up, ladies." The bartender said.

Hours into sitting at the counter, Korra began to realize that the dictator had been pouring more drinks for the Avatar than herself. Her sight was beginning to blur and the Avatar's motor skills were horribly clumsy as she finished her sixth cup. It did not help that Kuvira had been speaking to someone else the entire time.

"Why aren't you drinking as much as I am?" She finally asked.

Kuvira grinned before leaning over towards the shady man on her left. Something was added to the Avatar's drink. She spoke into his ear before handing Korra another.

"Sleep well Avatar Korra." She said before standing, "I'm fixing the Earth Kingdom so that it won't fall into ill-tended hands."

Korra had taken the drink before the words became clear.

"Wait," she began to feel sleepy before crashing into the counter.

When she woke, Korra found herself in a cage. The floor was rocking back and forth, causing her headache to worsen.

"Kuvira!" she shouted, only to scare the other men around her in the cage.

"You're all up? Good."

She looked up to see the man Kuvira had been speaking to.

"Welcome to the 'Jovial Old Man' gentlemen and lady." He grinned widely, "You all belong to this ship and if you all want to see land again, then you all better work. There will be no breaks until I say you are free to go."

Korra cursed. She had just been stolen by pirates and Kuvira had planned it all out. Not only did she not know what year it was, she did not know where she was. The sound of a whip cracked out as the cage doors were opened.

"Now get a'movin' shark-snake bait. We have a ship to sail and goods to steal!"