Prologue
Korra was sitting contemplatively near a cliff at the Southern Air Temple, looking over at Republic City. Moments of serenity were few and far between, and this was certainly not one of those moments. With Amon's presence still prevalent in Republic City, her mind was now set on what she needed to do.
Republic City needed her protection, and she was abandoning it.
"Damn you, Mako," she whispered to herself.
She placed her hand on her abdomen, no longer feeling a flat muscled mid section, but rather a soft curve that was becoming too large to hide.
"...and damn you, Korra," she whispered again.
"Tenzin, I know I can't be the Avatar without being able to air bend, and I can't focus given the situation in the city," Korra said, calmly.
Frowning, suspicious and confused, Tenzin started, "This isn't like you, Korra, is everything okay?" He asked, moving towards her to feel her forehead if she had a cold.
She had jerked away "I'm fine. It..it's just that.. I've been connecting with Avatar Aang lately, and I think this is what he's trying to tell me," she stated reluctantly.
Tenzin stepped back, her knowing he would. She felt guilty lying about Tenzin's father. But she couldn't defend the city while she was pregnant. Her image as a unwed mother at almost 18 years old would lose all the respect people have for her. She had to defend that image, but more importantly, the very apparent life that was growing inside her. She had to believe that Aang would agree with that.
She took one last look at Republic City. Naga was all saddled up. She would be at the South Pole by morning...
