Sorry this took forever lol. I was unsure whether or not to write more chapters and this kind of happened. The next chapter should be out soon c:

Discoveries

The woman sighed.

Until she was eight, she lived with her mother, father and brother. Until she was twelve, she lived with her father and brother. Until fourteen, her brother and grandmother. Team Avatar, with the exception of Fire Lord Zuko, didn't go their separate ways until she was nineteen. She stayed in the Fire Nation with her fiancé, Avatar Aang. When Republic City was established, her growing family built a house and she resided in it, accompanied by her husband, for thirty eight years. After he passed, Kya, Tenzin and Bumi helped her move back home, to the Southern Water Tribe. Yesterday, two weeks after their father died, her three children and their families returned to their homes.

For the first time in her life, Katara was alone.

She picked up a small box labeled Photographs. She selected the oldest and most yellowed with time of them all, drawing it level to her nose. Three young figures filled the foreground. On the right, a nineteen year old boy, sporting a blazing red suit that correlated well with the nasty scar carved over his left eye. The costume declared he was Fire Nation royalty, as if the scar didn't. In the middle was a younger boy, fifteen at the time. He had big, shining eyes. A thick layer of black peach fuzz covering just enough of his head, but not so much that it hid the blue arrow tattooed on his forehead. His fingers were intertwined with those of the seventeen year old girl beside him. Her eyes were equally big and luminous, but her hair was long and layered. Her dark skin contrasted to the boys' pale. Her dress was red and flowing, sprinkled with silver gemstones. The woman's eyes lingered on her, the image of herself from fifty one years ago. Behind her younger self, Katara makes out her brother's ex-girlfriend, Suki, who was dating the Firelord at that time. While Team Avatar was tasked with defeating Firelord Ozai, she never cared much for the Kyoshi Warrior. After the War was over, the two formed a lifelong friendship.

Team Avatar was attending the birthday celebration of General Iroh of the Fire Nation. They were conflicted with the stressful development and construction of the United Republic at the time, so the group relished the happy distraction. By the time it was finalized, the old man had already gone.

Katara fished through the box again, and pulled out another. The print of Toph Bei Fong smiled widely at her. The girl wasn't yet sixteen in the picture, though she already had her own school, which she was standing in front of. Behind her are three odd looking characters whose names Katara had forgotten. Shouldering her is boyfriend, Sokka of the Water Tribe. Over the years, the blind metalbender taught class after class of aspiring students, most of whom joined the Police force of Republic City, led by their master herself.

The woman's eyes welled up with tears. Sokka, Suki, Toph, Aang- all gone. All that's left of Team Avatar is herself and the Firelord, but her and Zuko usually only saw each other once or twice a year. Katara missed him dearly, and though duty always called, he felt the same.

Before Katara can pull out another from her collection, a female's voice calls for her from outside.

"My name is Senna," she starts when Katara appears at the entrance. She's told to come inside. Taking a seat in a chair, she continues, unwrapping a bundle of fabric in her arms. She tells the Healer that she recently had a baby, and is still plagued with morning sickness. She offers to retrieve the herb Katara requires, leaving her newborn with the old woman.

The woman had said she was two weeks old. It's been two weeks. Katara reminds herself. Don't be rididulous- the Northern Water Tribe is three times larger. She watches the girl sleep with utmost curiosity. Only when she opens her eyes does Katara see how bright blue they are. A smile that disappeared when she woke up returns, and Katara can't help the rush of affection for the baby that sweeps through her. The woman found herself quickly growing fond of the child, who had since returned to sleeping.

Senna knew her daughter was a waterbender since she was eight months old. Her daughter's abilities had been the cause of many of the one a half year old girl's minor injuries since then. Waterbending couldn't, however, explain the mysterious rash stretching over her legs. Because of this, Senna had made an appointment with Master Katara for that morning.

The old woman watched as the two entered her home, covered in fresh snow. The mother wore a worried look. Katara remembered them well, she had frequently checked up on Senna, which was more or less an excuse to visit Korra. She tried to stop herself from growing attached, and from getting her hopes irrationally high up that this child was the Avatar, but she failed at both.

Senna began by informing her that the sickness had not returned for months, and went on about how great she was feeling, before rolling up a leg of her daughter's pants, asking if the rash could be identified. In her days, Katara had seen many different natural patterns on skin and their various causes and solutions. This wasn't one of them. Though, she had seen it before- she knew it well. How the child obtained them was a different story.

"This is no rash. These are burns."

This caught her mother by surprise.

"Burns? But how? You must've made a mistake, she's never been left unattended around fire, and neither Tonraq nor I have ever seen her-" Senna trailed off as she watched the Healer traipse around the room, selecting four objects before returning to her seat.

Katara laid a bowl of water beside the tiny frame of the infant girl. A delighted smile stretched across her face. With a lift and twirl of her hand, a stream of water ascended from the bowl and curved around her stubby fingers. The bowl was then replaced by a lit candle. Katara nodded at the child. She snapped her wrist skyward, and the small flame grew tenfold. Ignoring the sharp gasp from behind her, the old Healer extinguished the fire. She picked up the fan and used it to blow wind in Korra's face, hoping she would airbend. She didn't move. No airbending yet Katara though. She picked up and the last item and threw the rock towards the girl. Korra held up her hand, in a gesture that said stop and it did just that.

Katara smiled triumphantly as she hugged the child tightly.

"Excellent work, Avatar Korra."

"You mean this thing is my dad?"

"Korra is the new Avatar."

The child squirmed in Bumi's arms, he had to struggle not to drop her. He couldn't get over the baby's dark skin. So much different from his father's. From the past life of the little girl. Though he had been told countless times it would happen one day, the feeling was incredibly, indescribably strange. Her skin's touch had a since of familiarity that didn't transcend well with the child as a whole, who seemed totally alien.

The almost two year old girl finally settled down, accepting the cradle that was Bumi's arms. She yawned and smiled directly at him, before closing her eyes. A look of wonder crossed his face. He held the new Avatar tighter, closer to himself. He was attached already.

Katara smiled.