A/N: First fanfiction for Legend of Korra! I hope I did okay on this first chapter. Recently, I've sort of gotten into Amorra, and the fans are really nice! So I decided to write this. I'd love some feedback. c: Hope you enjoy!

"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever." -Rabindranath Tagore

I.

Korra felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound of Amon's footsteps. They were not hurried like her would have been, but instead they were rather paced, almost too calm to be real. It was as if he was a predator taking wicked delight in terrorizing his prey before the actual consumption. He was a hunter, and Korra had become his prized meal. The thought revolted her.

No, I won't be beat. I just need to wait for an opportunity...

She kept this thought in mind as she hid, watching Amon's feet pass by from her hiding spot. He would not find her, not unless he decided to look around each crate and pile of wood in the room. No, the glorious Amon would not waste his time on such a thing, especially since there was a war raging beyond this room. Time did not stand still for him, even during a hunt. Korra watched silently as Amon paused, her fear spiking to an all time high as he stood there. Did he know she was there? Was this the end of Korra, the Avatar that couldn't do her job? Another moment or two passed before the masked man continued his walk, resulting in a sigh of relief from Korra.

Big mistake.

The next thing she knew, she was being pulled from her spot by force—bloodbending. She let out a cry of pain and horror.

No.

"Let her go!"

No!

Amon had both Korra and Mako suspended in the air, as if they were mere puppets. Korra let out a strangled cry as she tried to break through the force of his bending, but it was no use. The next thing she knew, her knees were on the ground, her back arched so that Amon could easily reach her.

NO!

She felt his thumb touch her forehead. Her eyes widened. This was it. She was done for. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, like a caged beast trying to break free, only to no avail.

NO!

An empty feeling washed over her. It felt as if she was hollow, as if she was nothing but empty space within. She wanted to scream, to rise up and hit him with a fist full of fire, but strength was no in her grasp.

"I told you I would save you for last," Amon murmured.

Korra could hardly hear him. She closed her eyes and slumped over onto the ground, the world around her fading to black.

"Um, hello? Are you okay?"

The only response from the unconscious young woman was a muffled sob. Was she crying? The boy frowned and, hesitantly, took her by the arm and pulled her up slightly, revealing her face. Smooth, tanned skin that was similar to his own. A member of the water tribe. Was she from around here, though? He didn't recognize her at all, and the fact that she was unconscious in the snow wasn't a good sign.

He sighed. More work to do, then.

Korra awoke to a start, her eyes wide with fear and a strangled cry escaping her. She sat up quickly, expecting to meet Amon's lifeless eyes and the darkness of the room she had previously been in. To her surprise, she saw none of this, not even a hint of darkness. Instead, she found herself in a rather familiar looking dwelling. No, this was not Southern Water Tribe style of housing, but it was somewhat similar in a few aspects. The decorations were few but notable, and the design of the dwelling brought back memories of the pictures Katara had shown her once, long ago. Those days, when Korra was kept sheltered from the world... Katara would often show her pictures of foreign places, including the Northern Water Tribe. It had changed since Katara had last been here, but some things remained the same.

With a sigh, she relaxed, rubbing her neck as she tried to piece together her memories. Her bending... Maybe she still had it...? What if it had just been a nightmare, or maybe Katara came to her when she was asleep and healed her? The possibility snapped Korra right out of her unease.

She wiped her brow, noticing the sweat that had formed. The pelts she rested upon had built up plenty of warmth. Korra grinned and attempted to waterbend, hoping to make the sweat rise up and twirl around her fingers. To her horror, it didn't work. No, no, no... Maybe she was too weak to bend at the moment? Or maybe the sweat wasn't enough. Frowning, Korra punched her fist into the air, hoping to release a burst of flame. That didn't happen either.

It was gone...

Korra sat there in disbelief, horror eating at her insides. So it did happen. She did loose her bending, as well as status as Avatar. Everything she had been raised to be, all the hopes and dreams she had pursued... Gone.

Biting her lip, Korra laid back down, covering her face with her hands. She wanted to cry, but no tears would form. Just... How could this be real? How could Amon have done this to her? Hatred, anguish, and fear washed over her all at once, drowning her as they crashed down upon her weakened form. Damn it all...! Korra let out a dry, empty laugh. That Amon... He really did get away with it. The Avatar was no longer a force in the world. Maybe he did win the war, then... Wait.

The war!

She jumped up and ran outside of the dwelling. The wind hit her hard, but she ignored it, instead looking around desperately for someone that she could talk to. Did they win? Did they loose? How long was she out for? With an irritated sigh, she kicked the snowy ground. "Who leaves the Avatar aline after a war? Seriously! Rude!"

"Oh, looks like you're up."

Korra let out a startled yelp and spun around, only to see a younger male standing before her. He was dressed in Water Tribe apparel. "Oh, yeah! Heh, sorry you had to put up with me. But, hey, how did I end up here from Republic City? I was in the middle of a war, and..."

The boy stared at her, looking rather irritated. "I found you in the snow. You're one of the Water Tribe, but you're dressed strange. I guess that's what people are wearing in Republic City..."

Korra looked down at herself, noticing she was still wearing her disguise from the mission with Mako. She laughed a little and shook her head. "No, I just... Er, yeah. But what's this about finding me in the snow? Last I remember, I was fighting a war in Republic City."

"War? Are you part of a gang or something? Maybe that's why you got dumped in the snow..."

Korra snorted. This kid must be way out of the loop if he didn't know about the events ongoing in Republic City. Right now, she needed to know what happened with Amon and the revolution. Now wasn't the time to fool around or grieve over the loss of her bending. That could wait for a bit. "Listen, kid, the name's Korra. Not sure if you know, but I'm pretty important. Or at least, I was..."

"I get it, I think. You're some sort of gang member who's fallen from grace. Typical, I guess. So, Korra, not sure if you've noticed but you aren't exactly in Republic City. Your gang talk won't work here."

"I'm not in a gang! Agh! Stop saying that I am!"

The boy frowned slightly. "Okay, but maybe you hit your head or something. You're acting strange. Maybe you got hurt or something... Get back inside, my family should return soon from the fish market with dinner. My father didn't like the idea of helping you, but my mother just couldn't cast you out in your condition. We'll sort this mess out once they get back, so let's head inside."

Korra sighed. Great, more waiting. She didn't want to wait. All she wanted to do was know whether they had won or lost the war, then she could try to move on to more important things, like seeing if Katara could somehow help restore her bending. That could work, right? Possibly... She was the best healer in the world! It could definitely work. Yet this kid was right, she did need to rest up a bit and get her head straight. After all, she just lost her bending and the status of the Avatar. This needed to be sorted out, somehow.

The boy walked over to her, gesturing to his home, hoping to persuade her to go back inside. Yet, as Korra looked down at him, she couldn't help but notice his eyes. They were a brilliant blue, much like her own, but then... There was great conflict within them. Warmth was there, but at the same time, there was a distinct sharpness. Such a strange combination, seeing how the two things clashed greatly. Oh, but they were just eyes! She shook it off. "So, what's your name, then?"

He looked up at her and managed a small, weak smile. It was the sort that people used when they were greeting people at parties-fake. "My name is Noatak."