THROUGH THICK AND THIN
CHAPTER FOUR: AIR TEMPLE ISLAND
Tonraq's POV
We've flied for two days straight, and now I could see the outline of Republic city.
A white and gray line above the sea, while Aang's memorial island shone brightly in the sun, appearing miles away.
So far I could only see his head and stare at his tattoos, to think that Korra had part of him in her.
I never understood all this avatar stuff completely, no matter how many times Master Katara explained to me back home, I never got it fully.
I stared at his face, why didn't he help Korra against Zaheer?
But she was in the avatar state all the time so I guess he did somehow.
And then my thoughts drifted to the avatar state.
Strange, Korra nearly got killed in the avatar state; will she ever talk to Avatar Aang?
I was worried, what if that did happen? What if she lost her bending like what happened when she faced Amon?
The dear spirit of La, I just realize this, what is Korra feeling?
The past months must be so scary and depressing or stressful at least, Amon, then my brother and Vatuu, then Zaheer and the red lotus?
In the name of Yue! The girl is barely seventeen, I know I already said this but what is she feeling?
More hours passed as my thoughts became deeper than the sea back home, I drowned at it not knowing what should I do.
Finally we reached air temple island, Mako was already up helping me carry Korra, Bolin suggested that he should make an earth pillar and move Korra inside but we refused.
We told him to go call the healers, he refused and said that we should sent an air bender, but we won the fight when we told him that they didn't know the place.
Tenzin's children ran with Bolin as the air benders and Pema carried Tenzin, Bumi, and Kya back inside.
Mako and I focused on our task, he was physically fine, he just needed some sleep.
But me on the other hand, every step sent unimaginable pain through every cell of my body, my shoulders, hands, and ribs hurt me as they could hurt anyone.
But I wasn't going to just sit and watch people do my job.
I already failed at the job of being Korra's father, I'm not doing that twice, no.
If I were there and fought Zaheer properly, if I stopped him from escaping with his gang, if I helped Korra, if I was the father I should've been, none of this would've happened.
I failed, and Korra must hate me, the avatars before her must, everyone must.
This was all my fault.
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Really short chapter, the shortest I ever wrote in my life, but I wanted to prove a point at every chapter, so this is what I get.
