Hello! This is my first story on here, so please be gentle. I'll except constructive criticism, but anything exceedingly harsh should be kept to oneself. I'll always love to hear what you have to say, and will try reply via PM back!
Warning: The couples in this fic are as follows: AmonxOC, Borra, Irosami, Pemzin. I'm sorry to all of you Mako fans, but I don't like him or Makorra. I apologize if you were looking for that. The focus is AmonxOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own A:TLA nor do I own LOK.
Sara Gregory trudged into her apartment, dropping her keys onto a countertop with a loud clatter. The sound startled a dog that had been sleeping on the small love seat, and he began to bark wildly, leaping off the couch and bounding to his owner. The animal stood on his hind legs and put his front paws on Sara's thighs for balance, his tail wagging madly. It thumped loudly against the same counter she had set her keys upon.
With a laugh Sara crouched at eye-level with him, allowing him to express his excitement at seeing her. The dog happily took this opportunity and ran his tongue all over Sara's face. She laughed again, rubbing a hand down his shaggy back fur.
"It's good to see you too, Lazarus," she cooed to him, petting him for a bit. Soon, though, she stood back up and gently pushed him off of her. The dog wasn't deterred by the shove, but he seemed to have enough sense to know not to try and slobber on her again. So Lazarus just trailed behind her, breathing audibly.
Sara absentmindedly pushed back a piece of hair from her face, rolling her eyes slightly at her dogs antics before she noted her hair had small bits of lettuce in it. She had just been at her job, Subway, and it seemed that parts of the numerous sandwiches she had made were nestled into her brown locks. Sara decided a shower was in order, and grabbed the appropriate items she needed before walking into the slightly cramped bathroom.
Lazarus tried to nose his way into the room with her, but Sara tutted and pushed him out gently with her foot.
"No-no," chided Sara and she shut the door in his face. She fought the nonsensical guilt she felt rising in her stomach. He's alright, she told herself. Moments later the sound his nails tacking on the floor could be heard as the dog made to find something else to do. She smiled a bit before going back to the task at hand.
Sara came out a little later, toweling off her now wet hair as she jogged to her room. She had realized while washing her hair that the final episode of Legend of Korra had recorded while she was at work, and she was eager to see how it turned out.
Sara, even though she was 20 years old, loved Avatar: the Last Airbender. When news of the spinoff season had reached her ears, she had been as excited as a child in a candy store. Her co-workers had teased her to no end when they caught wind of the fact she watched a cartoon with the same rapt attention a child would. Sara hadn't cared, and continued to watch it with happiness. Her favorite characters had to be Bolin, Tenzin, and admittedly, Amon. She admired the way he fought so valiantly for his cause, however misguided it might be.
Sara sped around the messy room, tossing on mismatched pajamas. She was in the process of tugging her plaid sleep pants on when she stepped on a rogue sock. It slipped from under her foot, causing her to stumble with her pants still half off.
"GAH!" she yelled, thrusting a hand out to steady herself with the wall. Sara managed to stay upright and, after a moment, giggled at herself.
"Nailed it," she muttered, finishing the job of putting her PJ's on. Sara threw the door open in her rush to watch the episode. The door knob banged against the wall, causing Lazarus to start a round of frantic barking. He probably thought there was an intruder or something, and Sara rolled her eyes.
"Be quiet! It was just me!" she scolded him, walking into the living room and flopping onto the couch. She dug for the remote. She found it lodged between the cushion and the backing of the love seat. Sara she ripped it out in a flash, her fingers flying over the buttons.
"Where's the recordings...there it is!" Sara quickly went down the menu list and picked the correct option, her smile growing as she saw the words the Legend of Korra. She pressed the select button on the appropriate episode. As the show started, she settled in and readied herself for the season finale, excitement bubbling up in her chest.
By the time it was over, Sara was staring at the screen with her mouth agape. Her hazel eyes were wide as she blinked slowly. It took a few moments for her brain to figure out what had just happened.
"But...but...Amon!" she finally wailed. Lazarus' ears pricked up at the sound and he looked at her. Sara paid him no mind. She was too busy ranting about what she felt was an injustice. "I can't believe it! Why! I don't understand!" she said furiously. She stood up, stomping to her kitchen.
Her mind tried to figure out why one of her favorite characters had died. What was the point of Tarrlok killing them? Was it to end Amon/Noatak and make sure he didn't try to push his non-bending campaign on others? Sara didn't know, but it irked her to no end.
She grumbled about it the whole time she fished around for something to eat, throwing open numerous cupboards. She settled on some chips and ate them violently, as if they had blown up the boat and not Tarrlok. Sara figured she couldn't eat away her pain, and she put them away. She theatrically put her forehead against the wall, banging it softly as if expressing her irritation by bruising her face.
"Damn you feels!" she cursed loudly, hitting her head a bit harder than the last times. Suddenly, she felt open air brush her forehead and she pulled back in surprise. A small hole in the wall was quickly growing wider, the drywall falling away and being sucked inside the strange vortex. Sara heard the sound of harsh winds and she backed up slowly until she bumped into her fridge.
Lazarus was growling loudly at the widening portal, his spine stiff. Sara couldn't tear her eyes away from it and felt frozen, even though she knew the dangerous things it undoubtably held. It was as big as a flatscreen TV now, and it didn't seem to be stopping. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage and suddenly, she felt an invisible force tugging her towards the ever growing hole.
She fought it, gripping the sides of the refrigerator to try and stabilize herself. But the larger it got, the harder it was to ignore it. It had grown to almost as big as her, and she felt a sudden wild urge to protect her dog.
"Lazarus! Get back!" she yelled, never taking her eyes off the vortex. He remained where he was, still snarling and yapping at the broken wall. "Now!" barked Sara, as the force got more powerful. The dog whimpered but obeyed, hiding behind the loveseat she had occupied mere moments ago.
One of her hands slipped from the fridge and it stretched towards the gaping anomaly. It was as if it were a vacuum, sucking her towards it. Unfortunately for her, the hand that had lost its hold had been the one clutching the outside edge of the door, leaving only the one gripping the handle left. The door of the appliance flew open and with a startled yell she flew towards the wide opening. Sara squeezed her eyes shut as both the barking of Lazarus and the whooshing of the wind faded away. Her vision went black and Sara knew no more.
Her eyes flickered open and she was met with a blinding light. She lifted a hand to shield it away from her eyes, blinking as her they began to adjusted to the new surroundings. Well, she assumed it was new. Had there just been a storm so violent that it had torn the wall out? If that was the case, then why was it so calm now? All the questions, combined with brightness of her landscape, made her head pound ever so slightly.
Her eyes seemed to finally adjust to the light and she cautiously put her hand back down. Sara got a good look at where she was at.
Sara quickly realized it was the small meadow she visited many times when she had lived with her parents. Everything seemed more colorful than she remembered, but other than that everything remained the same. The saying 'The grass is always greener on the other side' suddenly popped in her head, but she swatted the thought away, focusing. The overgrown grass swayed softly in the wind and the trees rustled.
Sara would have appreciated the beauty, had she not have been thrown here by some crazy wind tunnel.
Her thoughts were broken by a male voice, however.
"It's very pretty here," it said, and Sara let out a startled scream, whipping her head around. The owner of the voice looked oddly familiar, with a kind face, yellow and orange robes, and blue arrow tattoos covering his arms, forehead, and legs. Sara stared at him for a moment, her jaw practically touching the ground.
Sitting peacefully in front of her was none other than Avatar Aang, someone who wasn't supposed to exist.