Four elements. Four disciplines. Four ways of life.
Like the seasons, the cycle continues onward, restoring and keeping balance in an ever-changing world.
I am the bridge between the spirit world and the human world. I am the scale in which good and evil are weighed.
For years, I have known this day was coming. It has loomed in the distance for far too long, and it is time for me to face it head on, with my head held high, shoulders squared. Embrace it, for I will be reborn once again, and I will learn the elements, and keep balance in the world. I will be one of the many spirits inhabiting one body.
One being.
I smile, because I know that this is my destiny. The new Avatar will fulfill their place as the cosmic protector of the universe.
As soon as I let go.
But I can't. Not with him gazing upon me with those eyes, his gray hair and his wrinkled face. Him squeezing my hand, him begging me not to leave.
I blink, but in a second, it's all over. Everything has changed. I am not longer in a medical house of the Southern Water Tribe, but in the spirit world.
"Welcome Avatar Korra." I turn, finding my previous lives bowing down in their respective ways.
I bow as well. My joints don't hurt as I stand straight to face them.
"Thank you for welcoming me, masters."
It is not long after my death that the Avatar temples begin to glow with the arrival of the next one. The next being that will keep balance in the world. She is healthy, a baby girl born to a non-bending family in Gaoling. They named her Wen, gave her only the finest clothes, toys, and other things that most families wouldn't be able to afford.
Many of the air nomads shunned her frivolity, and turned their backs upon her. This caused strife among the masters, but many chose to ignore it to focus on their own pursuits.
Her focuses was not on mastering the elements, or even on bending, but instead on the stories and studies of spirits. For many years, I was not sure we had the right child, until one day, while she was sick in bed, one of her sneezes produced a blue flame that caught the bedpost on fire. She panicked and bent the water in the bowl on her bedside to extinguish the flames.
But it was in her delusion that she acted, and when her sickness began to fade, memories of the act began to fade with it. The bed incident was forgotten, and her priorities continued to be on the study of the spirit world.
This Avatar is different from the others. She does not live in a world where benders are as significant as they used to be. Bending is merely a way to connect with people and ancestors now, and since Wen has no bending ancestors, she has no reason to bend.
I am thinking the situation over now, praying that this Avatar will understand soon, and that the world will stay in balance until she does.
"I think it's time to pay her a visit, don't you?" Aang says, and I look up from my seated position as I nod.
"Yes, Aang, I believe it is."
A/N: well, this is my first avatar fanfic so.. be gentle? review? fav? follow? something? Criticism is welcomed.