Notes: No news is never good news. A lack of book 2 equals a delirious writer who has thus chosen to compose, to the best of her ability, an AU LoK fic. Toodles!
Summary: "100 years had passed and people were dying, but even after all the losses we suffered, we still trusted that the Avatar was still out there. We found him, and I'm pretty sure we'll be able to find this one as well."
Prologue
"It's been 17 years, Mother. Do you honestly think the next Avatar is out there?"
Katara's face, now wrinkled and aged, brightened at her youngest son's question. She hitched Meelo, her sleeping grandson, up higher on her hip, gently rocking him back and forth as she stared out the open window into Yue Bay. Tenzin watched anxiously as his mother quietly observed the gargantuan monument of his father.
Morning was just breaking over the mountaintops surrounding Republic City, throwing a brilliant myriad of sparkling color into the cool autumn air. Smoke rose from factories, covering the city in a coat of fresh grime, marking the start of a new day in the city. The mechanic roar of satomobiles and trains could all be heard from Air Temple Island. Fishing boats were already coming into port from their overnight fishing trips, fishermen scurrying off the boats to greet waiting merchants on the docks. The neighboring pro-bending arena, that shined brightly any time of the day, sat quietly by the bay, silent and pristine.
"Take a look at this, Tenzin," Katara said at last, gesturing to the bustle Republic City emitted, "You already know how your father and Zuko made this happen, right?"
Tenzin joined his mother at the window, folding his arms underneath his orange robes. He watched the city with the same quiet fondness as his mother.
"This was only made possible because we still believed the Avatar was still alive," Katara continued wisely, "100 years had passed and people were dying, but even after all the losses we suffered, we still trusted that the Avatar was still out there. We found him, and I'm pretty sure we'll be able to find this one as well."
"But it's been 17 years already; shouldn't we have known what to expect by now?"
A low chuckle escaped from Katara's lips and she clapped a gentle hand against Tenzin's back, "You sound a lot like your uncle, always questioning everything. Just keep hope, Tenzin, and it'll be all okay."
Something in Katara's blue eyes extracted the tension from Tenzin, putting him at ease. He beamed and took his slumbering son from Katara, holding her small hand in his free one. Together, they waited.
Notes: Idk, I thought Korra not being discovered until she was 17 made for an interesting enough story. I can only hope that you all agree. Here's to better storytelling on my part. Cheerio!