Its 3 AM in korra's home at the southern water tribe, Korra sat in her room, it had been a month since she was declared a cripple... Cripple... She had hated that word with all of its being. Though she could use her arms, she still didn't feel whole without the use of her legs.
"Why me?" she asked herself.
"Aang, can you help me? I need your help." korra says, tears begin to fall.
no response, she couldn't stand being alone. She was ready to give up. to let the next avatar take over.
she wheeled herself to the kitchen quietly, grabbed a knife, and wheeled herself back to her room. she closes the door gently behind her and wheels herself to the window taking one last look at the full moon. she whispers to herself, " im sorry Aang, I have failed you. I will never be the avatar you were."
she holds the blade to her neck, taking a deep breath. "Goodbye."
As the wind begins to blow, the knife is lowered from her neck by a hand.
"Korra, why have you given up?"
"Aang? I -I'm sorry, I feel like ive failed the world. I cant even use my legs. as far as I know, im the only avatar who has been a cripple."
"That, Korra, is where you are wrong. "Aang says
"what do you mean?" Korra asks.
"I didn't know her personally, but her name was avatar Khari. She didn't have any arms, and she was from the southern water tribe as well. I think she can help you." Aang explains.
korra shivered at the thought. one of her enemies was armless, and a waterbender.
"can I talk to her?" korra asks.
"im not sure. but I can try to get her here."
the wind blows as Aang's spirit fades and is replaced by khari's
"hello Korra." Khari says with a smile.