When you had woken up this morning, not once did you think that you'd be plucked right off the streets in broad daylight and taken to an Equalist safehouse. You weren't sure where they took you, but when the blindfold was eventually lifted from your face, you found yourself strapped to a chair in what looked to be an old warehouse with a couple of Equalists on either side of you.

Though, you should have figured it would have happened eventually. You had been born in the Northern Water Tribe and were a water bender, which made you a prime target for the Equalists.

The door to the room opens and the leader of the group, Amon, walks in with his Lieutenant right behind him. He walks right up to you, giving you a good look at his white and red mask underneath his hood, before stopping and just stares at you for a moment before letting out a low, almost raspy chuckle.

"I was starting to wonder if you'd ever arrive to Republic City, Avatar."

Your face immediately scrunches up in confusion. Avatar? Did this guy seriously think you were Korra?