Avatar Korra: On Her Own

"Fine!" Korra's voice echoed across the tranquil expanse of Air Temple Island, her voice carrying a familiar venom. Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving a stunned Tenzin in her wake.

With a swift motion of her arms, she summoned the power of her waterbending, creating a wave that propelled her away from the island and towards the bustling heart of Republic City. The cold water sprayed around her, attempting to cool off the hothead.

As she skimmed across the water, Korra couldn't help but grumble to herself. "Tenzin and his stuck-up traditions," she muttered, her voice lost in the rush of the wind and water. "Thinks he knows what's best for me, what's best for the Avatar. He has no idea..."

The cityscape loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the peaceful serenity of the island she had left behind. As she neared the shore, her stomach gave a loud grumble, she put her face in her hands, realizing she hadn't eaten breakfast today. "Shit..."

With a start, Korra realized she had no money. Back on the island, she never had to worry about such things. Food was provided, and she had no need for the trappings of city life. But out here, even being the Avatar isn't enough to get her handouts. She glanced back to the island, debating whether she'll go back, but quickly shakes her head. She's made up her mind, from now on she'll do everything on her own.

She pulled herself onto the shore, her clothes clinging to her from the ride. As she walked through the crowded streets, her mind raced. She needed to find a way to get some money, something that would let her eat and think more clearly.

"Alright, Korra," she muttered to herself, "you've faced off with Equalists and spirits. You can figure out how to get some money." With a determined look in her eyes, she set off into the city, ready to face its dark underbelly on her own.