Prologue
Kabira was born on a day of mourning. The world shut its eyes in the dark moment and all joy and happiness seeped from its memory. The loss of Avatar Korra was too much for the four nations to handle. She died giving life just like she lived saving lives. She died giving birth to Kabira.
Chapter One
Mako watched intently from his bedroom window as his only son played in the courtyard of Air Temple Island. It had been four years since he had lost Korra during childbirth and he was all too aware of the resentment that some radicals felt about his son being somehow responsible for his wife's death. In the beginning they tried to reason with him that the child was bewitched by the Spirits. Any child that it is capable of killing its mother let alone the Avatar, would be destined for destruction and evil and should therefore be removed permanently. He refused to give up the last piece of Korra that he had. That was why he and the child were forced to find sanctuary at Air Temple Island from those crying for blood. He knew that once the new Avatar was discovered that it would be safe to reenter the world again. The sound of faint footsteps dragged him from his haunting daydream. A soft knock sounded at the door.
"Come in." Mako said not lifting his gaze.
"I brought you some jasmine tea." Jinora said softly as she set a plain wooden tray with a small cup of steaming tea down at the desk next to him.
"Thank you for your kindness." He whispered almost inaudibly. She had certainly blossomed over the years. Now eighteen she still remained soft spoken and studious but had become so radiant that she was engaged to a firebender that shared the same shy demeanor.
She joined him at his side and watched Kabira pounce on the shoulders of his Uncle Bolin. The boy had shown no signs of bending yet but he couldn't help but wonder if he would be a waterbender like his mother or a firebender like himself.
"He certainly shares his mother's personality and looks." Jinora said with a small smile as she watched the little boy beat on Bolin's chest and arms without caution.
Kabira ran away from the chasing Bolin and picked a stone from the outlying garden and handed it to Bolin.
"Make it fly!" He shrieked with joy as he watched the master earthbender send the fist-sized stone into the sky until the little boy could no longer see it.
"My turn!" Kabira yelled in a child-like battle cry. His face twisted in concentration and hundreds of surrounding rocks levitated in the air with ease. Bolin stumbled back, his hands cradling the back of his head and jaw nearly touching the ground.
Mako was halfway out the window with Jinora having to hold on to the back of his shirt to restrain the frantic father.
"Bolin are you doing this? It's not funny!" Mako's voice echoed and Bolin looked up in shock.
"I swear on the Spirits I'm not doing any of this." He yelled back.
Kabira looked up to the window that his father was hanging out of.
"Daddy look what I can do." He sent one of the stones flying towards the open window and watched as Mako was pulled in by Jinora just in time to avoid a fatal hit to the forehead.
In a matter of seconds Mako sprinted his way down to the courtyard to his child and brother. Tenzin, Pema, Jinora, Ikki, Meelo, little Rohan, and the Air Acolytes soon followed upon hearing the ensuing chaos.
"He's earthbending!" Everyone stared in awe. The stones began to slowly rain down around them as Kabira began to realize that not everyone shared his excitement, especially his father.
"How is this possible? The odds of an earthbender being born from a waterbender and firebender is incredibly slim." Tenzin reflected.
Mako head snapped up and he threw himself at Bolin. He grabbed him by the shirt at his chest and their noses were almost touching.
"Did you go behind my back brother?" Tenzin sent a blast of air that forced the two brothers apart but their stares didn't falter.
"I would never do that to you! Korra would have never done that to you! He's your son and if you want to accuse me otherwise then you are no longer my brother!" Bolin said with rare seriousness. Mako looked down in shame.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have accused you. But someone needs to explain what's going on!" Mako looked around for Kabira only to find him calmly sitting by the coy pond in the corner, his back to the group.
"Kabira! Come here." Mako beckoned softly believing that he scared the boy with his outburst. The little boy slowly stood up but did not turn around. "Kabira I'm sorry for yelling can you please come here?" When the boy turned around no one would have guessed that history would be made and tradition would be broken. The little boy turned around with glowing blue eyes much like the eyes that his mother Korra had mastered years ago. The eyes of an Avatar.
