A/N: Ok here we go the last chapter. For now at least. Sorry it took so long, wasn't sure how to finish but, THANK YOU FOR READING, you guys are as amazing as the Korra finale! And here it is the last and final chapter.

Chapter Twenty-One

The End

Jia's Pov:

I stared in disgust at the man who threw me in the rotten old cell. Brown, I decided, seeing the dark unpleasant waves roll off the metal-bender. Ugly, boring, brown. I stared around at the cell. Crimson waves swayed gently, red as blood. At least it smelled like death, such a comforting smell…

"Hey! YOU! Stop your muttering!" The brown metal bender yelled at me. Despicable that this man was allowed to live, considering his brown aura. If he could come step closer I maybe be able to bash his head. Or choke him, because they took my swords I would have to result to more barbaric measures. But, they being the police, might not take too kindly to that, still he is so revolting, I might as well. And I was not muttering! I glare at him and take a half step closer to the bars, but more out of his line of sight. Idiot that he is frowns and walks closer to see what I was up to.

"HEY! Whatcha up to!" He growls as I stoop down to the grimy floor.

"I demand you speak to me with more respect." I say highly, standing up. I am his better.

"Respect? Respect?" The hideous man starts to chuckle that swells in a revolting cough that sounds like he is trying to hack up a lung, much less laugh. Enough of this.

In an instant I throw the dirt that was in my hand, into his eyes. Cursing he scrubs at his eyes furiously. I leap forward and wrap my pale slim hands around his neck. I tighten my grip and yank his head towards me and into the bars. No blood, but a nasty bruise. I jerk again, and am awarded with a splattering of blood and a dull thud. I pull harshly again.

Again.

Again.

Again!

I pause for a rest and am pleased to see the dull brown aura suddenly evaporating. Carefully, not to slip in the steadily increasing puddle of blood, I take the keys hanging from his waist. I step over the now dead body and skip down the hallway. Such a shame, I thought, I could have had so much fun, but there is no one else around. Such a shame.

Kida's Pov.

In the end, I was only fined for destruction of public and private property, lightened considerably for something, oh yeah! About aiding in the arrest of a dangerous criminal. Typical day for me. But today wasn't a typical day. It was gorgeous, the sun was shining and a warm breeze wafted down. Asami decided we should all go celebrate and everyone was in too good of mood to argue. So here we are strolling down the street and enjoying ourselves. I let a wry smile come across my face. Today was identical to the time I attempted to steal from Mako. But I learned my lesson.

"What?" Bolin asked me, catching my smile.

"You have a sharp eye." I say.

"Course I do, everything about me is perfect, how do you not know this after all time with me." I laugh, of course.

"It's nothing. Just that today seems to be the exact same when I tried to steal you scarf Mako." I elbow him, "Look how well that turned out."

"For you maybe, but now we're stuck with a short annoying kid." Mako replies.

"What! I am not short! OR annoying! And HEY! I'm not a kid either." Why does everyone call me that? He just chuckles. Ugh.

"Well for a kid, you're not that bad." Korra adds in.

"For the last time! I am not a kid!" I shout exasperated as my stomach grumbles.

"No you're just hungry." Asami points out. "How about Narook's Seaweed Noodlery? They're right around the corner." I had no objection, despite the fact that it's cold.

"Cold?" Mako asked.

"Yes, the food is always cold. It's ridiculous!"

"But you could always just heat it up…" Asami stops, but what said is said. Bitter pain bit at me. I missed my fire bending. And I could tell too. It's not like you can forget all those years spent practicing and training, nor could you forget the feeling of victory when achieving a especially difficult move. Since I lost it, I have felt I have been grasping at something that is no longer there. But, I act like it's no big deal. Only Korra seems to understand what it feels like. I'm pretty sure she lost her bending too. But she got hers back, I thought bitterly. I shake my head; painful thoughts won't change what happened. Just ignore it. And it will eventually go away.

"It's fine. Let's go!" I say attempting to sound happy. But it's done. The cheerful mood is spoiled. We walk through the green door and soon are spooning, somewhat lukewarm food. Though Mako offers to heat ours.

"Nah. I want to hear about how you guys all met." I smile eagerly, that at least, must be a good story. And so Korra launched into it at once. She animatedly told the story, with Bolin, Mako or Asami interjecting their parts. Soon, a jolly tone was set as we reached the more comical part of the tale. I kept laughing and thinking, how lucky I am. What have I done to deserve this? How lucky I must be. About three quarters of the way through the exciting and intricate story they have spun, a waiter interrupted us.

"Miss, this came for you." He had a tiny nose that made him sound like a mouse.

"Umm, thanks?" I say, taking the paper that was folded. Feeling slightly uncomfortable at the gang's questioning looks; I unfold the coarse sheet of paper, and feel my stomach drop. On it was a thick and flourishing J, and underneath was a penned note.

"Happily ever after? Sorry, not just yet. You see Kida, I am not done with you. So enjoy yourself, for now."

And then Kida jerks awake. But there lying at the foot of the bed was a folded piece of paper.

The End

No,

The End?