Prologue
Fifty years after Harmonic Convergence, an elderly firebender held hands with the now aged Avatar. His hands were weathered and his face lined with wrinkles, but his eyes still held the same passion as they did decades ago.
"Where am I?" Korra asked.
"The Southern Water Tribe." Mako replied.
"Why?"
"You were fighting a corrupt spirit before it injured you. We took you here to recover… you don't remember?" Mako strengthened his grip on her hand, trying to reassure her.
"No." Korra shook her head. "Who are you?"
Mako widened his eyes. He had realized her battle with the spirit not only damaged her physically, but her mind and soul as well. He hid his grief and pain beneath a sad smile.
"Hey, let me tell you a story about a brooding orphan and a hot-blooded girl with a heart of gold."