"Korra, over here!"
As they all touch down from the sky bison, elments at the ready, Bolin sends a giant boulder to the gang member running towred him. The boulder knocks the man down and Bolin smiles. He glances around at his suroundings, and runs to Asami, who's getting pinned in a corner by the enemy group.
It's just another day. Another day of helping Korra keep peace between humans and Spirits.
It could be just another day.
But it isnt.
Bolin's just about to bend a jet of lava between him, Asami and some thungs, when it happens.
He will remember this day for the rest of his life. Not just because of how it felt, but because of how it changed him. The Before and the After. Like some peice of his soul got destroyed from the very fibers of his being and nothing could ever replace it.
"Arggggh-!"
He can feel his body go numb, feel the way all the nerve endings in his body stop stimitaniously.
"Bolin!"
It's worse than being bloodbent, Bolin recalls, as his limbs bend at unatural angles. He can hear the bones crack and feel his bloodvessels throb and burst. The agony of it all is overwheming and he can hear himself screaming. But just as fast as it all came, the pain stops.
It's dark... He's floating...
Bolin doesn't know what the hell is going on, but he can see the outside world like looking through a slit in a window.
Hello, Avatar. We meet again. The voice is coming from inside him, speaking outward through the window. And Bolin can see Korra and Asami. He can see Mako and Opal and Jinora and they all look terrified.
"Bolin!" Opal yells. He wants to yell out to them, to tell them somethings wrong, but he can't find his voice.
Your friend is no more. He is my vessal now.
"Who are you?!" Korra voice roars above the fear he feals.
My name is Ta Ming. And me and my fellow Spirits shall take over your pathetic human world.