Title: Shaken
Summary: These people hated her, and they didn't even know her. They hated her for being something she had been born as, something her parents were so proud of, something she loved being. Drabble, takes place in The Revelation.
Notes: Takes place in LoK: Episode 3, The Revelation, so SPOILER ALERT if you haven't seen it yet.
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Avatar/The Legend of Korra.
These people were booing the Avatar. The savior of mankind. The bridge between two worlds.
Her.
These people hated her, and they didn't even know her. They hated her for being something she had been born as, something her parents were so proud of, something she loved being.
It was the Avatars' duty to bring balance to the world, but apparently, Korra wasn't doing her job right. Her job. Her destiny. Her life. Her purpose. She had failed all these hundreds of people. And for the first time in her seventeen years, her stomach curdled with the horrid feeling of being hated. Abhorred. Unloved. Despised.
Taking in the jeering crowd with her clear blue eyes, she lifted Mako's red scarf he had lent her halfway up her face. As if she could hide, as if she could disappear from the huge crowd of Equalists around her. The scarf smelled of oil and smoke, and was strangely comforting.
When the crowd had begun to boo, Mako had glanced at Korra - this fiery, headstrong girl that had crash landed into him and his brother's life. For the short time he'd known her, she always appeared confident in all she did. But at the moment, she didn't look confident at all - almost shaken. It occurred to him if all these people around him and Korra hated any normal bender, they must hate the Avatar four times as much, wouldn't they?
Almost unknowingly, he glared at the crowd from under the brim of his hat, yet still unable to forget the ripple of empathy with Amon that had gone through him hearing the non-bender's tale.
Parents killed by a criminal Firebender? It hurt just to dwell on it.
This all went through the minds of the two teenagers in the span of a few seconds. They were just grains of sand on a beach, in a place where they certainly were not wanted.
The End