AN: To my past readers, I'm very sorry. I promise I'll get back to Shadow of a Dream and 10 Things eventually. I never give up on projects, they just get forgotten for a little while.
Moving on. These are drabbles I've been working on in accordance with the 30 days of writing challenge on tumblr. Each day is a different prompt. Please note that I am open to taking prompts as well. I hope you guys enjoy.
Also, as a side note, any Korra centric shipping in these will usually be Makorra so please no flaming. I enjoy fostering positive criticism environments.
Also note that the first couple of these were written before episode 9.
That will be all.
beginning
It's snowing. It reminds her of the south pole. She thinks about calling it home but she isn't quite sure what home is anymore. Is the White Lotus compound home? Is Air Temple Island home? They are both good and bad for different reasons, so Korra can't decide.
The cuts and bruises have healed, though she worries the scratch on her face will be a permanent scar. She'd met Fire Lord Zuko before and she knows he would tell her not to let the scar symbolize anything more than what it actually is, but she can't help it. It bothers her. Like it's another failure. Whether it's a past or future failure she can't decide.
Tarrlok was arrested. At least she'd made contact with the spirit world—not directly of course, but she'd been able to access Aang's memories. Her friends had found her. Tenzin took care of Tarrlok with surprising efficiency. She told herself not to underestimate his temper ever again.
She told herself that she'd done the best she could. She told herself that things could have been worse. She told herself that everything would turn out alright in the end. But these thoughts didn't have much of an effect. She still sat out on the edge of the cliff on Air Temple Island, her hand pressed to her cheek while she tried to heal the scar that wouldn't go away. She still tried to contain tears as she considered that Amon was still out there and she still wasn't able to airbend or enter the Avatar State or have any semblance of control over anything that really mattered. She was a loose cannon and she knew it.
She'd survived this long, but it was really only the beginning. And that was the scariest thought of all.