The Return re-write chapter 1
Author's note: Hey guys, sorry about this... I had writing advice and I just HAD to re-write this... The plot is pretty much the same though... He looks the same as well.. Anyways please forget about the older one and just stick to the new ones...
Ages are ;
Amon:23
Zetsui:23
Korra:20
P.S. Anyone who finds out the secret, don't tell in the reviews, thanks !
The ballroom glimmered with colours from all four nations. Celebrants danced or conversed with each other at the glorious night. It has been three years since the End of the Revolution and benders and non-benders alike celebrated the peace and harmony. For the party this year, everyone was given an Amon mask, thus everyone is anonymous to each other unless they raise their mask but only to a selected person. The Avatar was at the dance floor, dancing with random members of the party. When the music changed, couples would change their partners. Korra was then partnered to a boy about her age from the Fire Nation.
"Pleasure to see you, Avatar Korra," Korra froze. That voice, she stared into the slits of the mask. Those eyes are surely his. Korra started to back away when the man chuckled.
"Please Avatar, I am not who you think," the man then unclasped his mask. Black shaggy hair fell onto the left side of his face before she could see what was underneath. His eyes showed her hatred, anger and vengeance, which caused her to shiver. But when he smiled, her train of thought was ruined. His smile was much like Bolin's, boisterous, cheerful and compassionate. She blushed when she realised she was staring at his face.
"I'm so sorry, still kinda paranoid, you know cause he just disappeared and none of us know if he's still alive." She slowly unbuckled her mask, wavy brown locks falling onto her bare shoulders. She laughed nervously, trying to ease the tension.
"Would you care to dance, miss Korra?" She blushed and accepted his outstretched hand.
They danced until Korra wasn't stepping on his feet anymore. She looked up and was met with his amber eye. She was then lost in them. They were much like Amon's; with passion for equality, anger for benders and seeking vengeance. But it couldn't be Amon. His hair was longer than his and and he has a fringe; and Amon was cruel; this boy wasn't.
Finally the song ended and they both reluctantly let go. Korra was slightly disappointed for she was just starting to enjoy not stepping on him. He bowed courteously at her.
"Well miss Korra, it was a lovely session being with you," he started as she rubbed her arms.
"Yeah it was..." He clasped his mask on his face again, motioning her to do the same as well. Just before they parted, she held onto his sleeve causing him to stop.
"Will I still see you again?" She whispered, sounding like a child. He stared at her in disbelief. Seeing her bright red face, he softened and chuckled.
"We sure will, Avatar Korra," then he was drowned in the sea of people. Korra smiled slightly to herself before she clasped on her mask .
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A hooded boy ran through the quiet streets of Republic City. He jumped into a manhole leading to a secret tunnel. He ran through the corridors and he finally came to a stop in front of a large mohagany door. He turned the knob and found a man with cat-tail moustache waiting patiently by the couch.
"How was it?" The man asked the boy as he headed to the huge table and picked up the white porcelain mask.
"Nothing much, but I'm sure I could get some intel on her tomorrow." The boy clasped the mask onto his face and turned to the man.
"Everything will be according to plan,"