"Grrrrrrh! Just give in! You won't win!" roared Korra, while gritting her teeth.

"We'll see about that," retorted Kuvira. She was now aiming the cannon right at Korra. Her hand slammed on the firing button and this had caused Korra to fall backwards from the tree that she was desperately clinging on to. She landed with a natural grace and rolled forward; fire shot out of her foot as she gave it her all towards reaching Kuvira's foot. If only she could reach it… She felt something and she pulled down with might. While falling down, Kuvira fired again and this time purple streaks of pure energy blasted a semicircle in an upward motion. The night sky parted for one moment and for a moment, only white light was visible. Blinded by the piercing rays, both warriors fell to the ground and surrendered to the magnificence of the newly created spirit portal that was almost surreal.

Kuvira had slumped on to the ground, clearly hurt by the impact of the fall. Korra had not faltered at all. She had been through so much already when Zaheer tossed her around on the mountains. She had never felt so weak in her life after that traumatizing experience. After several months, three years of recovery, Korra regained her strength. The experience had empowered her, and Korra was now stronger than ever.

Seeing her opponent weakened, Korra wasn't about to let her enemy escape this time. However, instead of doing what she always had wanted to do, which was to have Kuvira on the ground, kowtowing to her presence, she took Kuvira's right arm and wrapped it around her shoulder. She then supported Kuvira's limp body out of the portal, the two walking side by side. It was almost as if they had never fought.

"Korra!" exclaimed Asami. "You're alright, thank goodness!" Tears of joy began to streak down the side of her face as she wrapped her arms around her friend, embracing in a manner as if she never wanted to let go again.

"Did you really think I wasn't going to win?" said Korra in her usual cocky manner. Asami smiled and looked deeply in to her friend's eyes.

"I thought you were really gone for a second… Thoughts of losing you overwhelmed my entire being… I could not imagine the idea of losing you. You are my entire world and without you, I would have no purpose in this life anymore." Asami went for a second embrace.

"I wouldn't know what to do either… If I had lost you."

Three weeks later:

Asami wasn't stressed, for once in her life. Today was a day to be celebrated, a start of something new. Varrick and Zhu Li were to be wed in the evening. It was something unexpected but everyone seemed to approve of the new couple. After all of the recent events, the wedding was one of the only joyful events that was happening. That was why Asami had been so delighted upon receiving an invitation to the happy occasion.

"Hmmm… Which dress shall I wear? The red or the black?" mused the black-haired woman to herself. Red is my favorite and my most charming color… Black would be too grim. Wearing black would remind her of her father, who had sacrificed himself for the sake of defeating Kuvira. That was too painful a subject to touch upon so she decided on wearing red. After making her decision, she drove out the mansion towards Air Temple Island, where she was going to meet Korra for lunch.

Korra paced back and forth around her room. She was having a tough time deciding on a dress to wear to Varrick and Zhu Li's wedding. She stopped for a moment and started tapping her foot impatiently. Which one would look the best? she wondered, for she secretly wanted to impress someone subconsciously. Which one would Asami like the most? Korra had always liked Asami, even though she never chose to admit it. To be honest, she had always been jealous of Asami. She envied the fact that she was always so quick-minded, beautiful, and charming, all at the same time. Perhaps now, instead of being jealous, she was beginning to harbor an inexplicable attraction towards her friend. Korra wasn't sure what it was about Asami that she liked; the engineer seemed to always have an admirable grace about her, captivating everyone that met her.

Finally making up her mind, Korra decided to go with the blue water tribe dress, the one that she had worn to Jinora's tattoo ceremony. Asami seemed to like that dress. Thoughts of Asami made Korra question some things about herself sometimes.

As she continued to daydream, someone knocked at the door. It was Asami, and she was now strolling in.

"Hey Korra! It's so nice to see you!"

The two women embraced briefly.

"You too! How have you been, you know… After what happened to your father." Korra looked into the now-saddened green eyes, with a concerned gaze.

"I'm alright… Can we please just not talk about it right now? Today's supposed to be a good day, and talking of my father would only ruin it. I just want to have a good time with you, okay?" Korra began to form a smile and agreed to let the subject go.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah." The two walked out the door and headed towards Asami's car.

They arrived at their designated destination in no time, thanks to Asami's incredible driving skills.

"That was delicious! Thank you for taking me out; that was a fun little date—er umm, fun time hanging out with you." Korra had pretended that eating lunch with Asami was a date. The two were now walking out the door.

"No problem! Hanging out with you is pretty great too," replied Asami with a genuine tone, causing a blush to form on Korra's face. "Come on now, we have a wedding to get ready for."

Asami drove Korra back to Air Temple Island to pick up her dress and then took the both of them back to her mansion. The two began getting ready together. Korra tried to looked away as Asami undressed but her will was not strong enough. Asami's body was a spectacular sight; her abdomen so alluring and her skin seeming so smooth, silky even. Embarrassed by her staring, Korra turned her head to the side for a second time. When she did so, Asami seemed to have realized that Korra was looking over at her. She blushed.

After finished putting on their dresses, Korra was unsure as to what to do. Asami was busy, busy applying make-up to her face. Korra decided to sit and wait patiently for her friend to finish. Ten minutes later, Asami was done and she now offered to stylize Korra's hair. Korra graciously accepted and sat down on a plush chair in the bathroom. Asami began to braid her friend's hair. Korra looked gorgeous, thought Asami to herself. Her best friend was so beautiful and flawless. Asami always enjoyed Korra's presence and especially reveled in the moment they were having right now. She stroked through Korra's hair and Korra seemed to enjoy it.

"Done! Do you like it?" Korra, stared hard at the mirror in front of her, and her gaze weakened. She turned around, beaming at Asami.

"I love it, it's perfect. Thank you, for everything I mean. You've always been there for me, even after I got your father arrested, and I want you know that I appreciate you so much." Korra had meant every syllable she had just now uttered.

I love you, were the words Korra had so desperately wanted to say.

"It was hard to accept, but I knew that he had changed. He wasn't the loving man that he once was. I also want you know that I'll always be here for you, for anything I mean." As she finished replying, Asami went in for an tender embrace and kissed Korra on the cheek. Korra's heart fluttered for a moment and she held on more tightly to her friend. "Let's go now." Asami reached for Korra's hand and the pair walked out the door, hand in hand, both hearts beating in unison.