It had been a long two months. Two month's since the metallic poison had flowed through her system, corrupting her body, breaking it down, destroying her from the inside. All the while, Raava her other half, The light of the avatar, had battled the power of the poison with her own. Rebuilding what broke. Manipulating the water within the cells to regrow, using fire to spark lightning in her muscles to move the heart, the lungs. All the while she could hear Raava speaking frantically, telling her not to give up, to run away and to fight another day.

But she couldn't, if she had ran, even if she could have escaped, Zaheer would of caught up with her again, or just went off and found new followers for his mad cause. It had to end, no if's and's or but's. She was the Avatar. The Guardian of the Balance and the World. It was her duty. And she did it. But at what cost?

She had embraced Raava, taken her power and more. Pushed it to the limit. Using lightning bending to move her body. Using water bending to continually heal her body. Air bending to keep breathing. Earth bending to keep her bones from shattering from the strain. It had taken everything in her to fight. And she had. But it still wasn't enough in the end. Even with the full power of the avatar state at her disposal, she had lost. She was weak, and now she was too weak to even walk anymore. The battle had taken her legs. The water bender's had done their work. Even Katara couldn't do anything more for her. She had spent a day and a night submerged in a bath while Katara healed her to the best of her ability. But it still wasn't enough.

"Instinct is a lie,
Told by a fearful body,
Hoping to be wrong."

Those were the words he had said to her while she had been poisoned. That her body was afraid and that's why the avatar state started. He was right. Her body had fought the poison and lost. If she had just let the poison work and been calm. She could of probably healed herself before she had any problems. But she had fought and thus pushed her body beyond it's capabilities. And now she paid the price. She could no longer walk. And despite what they said, Tenzin, Mako, Bolin. All of them. They were wrong, she would never walk again.

"Let go of your earthly tether,
Enter the void,
Empty and become wind."

His voice whispered in her ear, mocking her. He had achieved what no Airbender had in over four thousand years. Flight, Weightlessness, He had let go and become free. And she… she was stuck. Bound to a chair for the rest of her life. Unable to do her role. She had no hope anymore. If only it was just as easy of clearing your mind and letting go. To put aside the worries that she had. She was the avatar, the elements were hers to command, one of all people and separate at the same time.

"New growth cannot exist
without first the destruction of the old."

She closed her eyes and blocked out the world. She was tired oh so very tired of everything. She just needed peace, away from everything. She missed her past lives, maybe one of them would know how to regain her ability to walk, but they were lost to her now. All she could do was take a deep breath and move on. She had a duty to the world. More than any ability to walk, no matter the condition of her body she had a job to do, and she had to do it.

And with that the young woman called Korra, took a deep breath opened her eyes and arose from her wheelchair.

Hello everyone. Just had this quick idea while watching the end of season 3 and decided to get down some thoughts about it. This story is both practice to get me back into practice of writing and also because I wanted to try and put into words what I thought Korra may be feeling at the end of season 3. I'm not sure how clear I am with the ending and what I meant, if what I intended was passed onwards though the writing, but hopefully it did. I'm sure I'll find out in the reviews. Anyway Ja Ne for now.