Mako's POV

I never left Korra's side. Bolin fixed her arm and put a brace around it, so that when she awakened she'd be able to move it. He also gave her a sedative that would keep her asleep for most of the day. I had called her parents and they came rushing over. They were here with me now, holding her hand and caressing her cheek, letting her know she wasn't alone. I stood on the other side of bed, pretending to be asleep half of the time. I didn't want to interrupt their family moment.

When they fell asleep, I opened my eyes, stealing a glance towards Korra. I moved a lock of hair that had drifted to her face. I continued to run my fingers through her hair and she sighed moving her head towards me, before stilling once again. I smiled at that. When Bolin was going to treat her, he made a move to take off the bracers but Zuko had stopped him, saying that Korra wouldn't like anyone to see what she had to hide. I was curious to see what she hid under the black leather, but I would ask her when she awakened.

I must have fallen asleep because I jolted upwards when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see a familiar old man.

"Aang?"

Aang's POV

I had been in deep meditation when the Lion Turtle showed me a vision. It was Korra. She was fighting someone, Mako was there. But the Korra I had grown to know wasn't the same. She was cold, calculating, and distant. The vision showed me who she was fighting, Zuko. I clenched my jaw slightly. I knew who Zuko was and though he had changed his path, the way he carried himself made me think twice about his change. The Lion Turtle wanted to speak to Korra so I went down to Mako's home.

He was asleep when I entered and so was Korra. I was glad for this. It would be easier for her to speak to the Lion Turtle when her mind was clear. The child had never been the spiritual type.

"Hello, Mako," I greeted.

"Hi, I'm sorry I didn't expect to have you," he replied standing up.

"I came to see Korra. You think I can have a moment with her?"

"She isn't going to wake up for another couple of hours."

"Thant's fine."

He frowned but nodded, gently waking up the young girl's parents.

"Master Aang," they both greeted.

"Tonraq. Senna," I replied. "May I have a moment alone with your daughter?"

"Of course," Senna replied as she and her husband left. Mako stayed behind to steal another glance at the girl before leaving as well.

I took a look at Korra and noticed this really wasn't the girl I had helped raise. Behind her calm expression I could see pain, suffering, and angst. The last three years she had been missing had been hard on her. I looked at the bracers and made a move to take them off but she stirred and furrowed her brow. Even in her sleep she was alert, cautious. I sighed and placed a thumb over her heart and forehead taking a deep breath as I connected her to the Lion Turtle.

Korra's POV

I was walking around in a forest. It was beautiful; the trees were bright green, the birds chirped and I walked through it barefoot. My hair was down and I wore a baby blue muscle shirt and dark blue tights. At the end of the forest there was an open space and it took me a moment to realize it was the beach. I walked down to the water, enjoying the feel of sand on my feet and the splashing of waves as well. I sat there, enjoying the cold breeze and I glanced down to my wrists, noticing that my bracers were still on. I frowned. Even in my unconscious state, I was still bothered by all the cuts I had.

A rumbling noise was heard and I stood up, going into a fighting stance. Out of the water a large figure appeared and it took me a moment to realize what it was.

"The Lion Turtle," I whispered.

It nodded.

"I know who I am, who are you?"

I lowered my guard and looked at the floor while hugging my arm.

"That's a good question," I muttered.

"Look inside your heart," it said. "You are more than that which you have become. You were born with a purpose."

"You were wrong," I countered. "I shouldn't be this child that is supposed to bring peace and balance to the world. I'm not worthy of the title. I can barely hold my life together."

"I never make a mistake. In my time humans hunted each other, destroyed one another. Mankind was at its lowest, and to bring hope I told them the prophesy of a child who would restore balance. Many have forgotten this promise, but it does not mean it will not be fulfilled."

"Why me? Why did you choose me?"

"Only one that has suffered may know the pain. Only one that has been enslaved may know what it is to be restrained. You are the light in the darkness. The beacon of hope."

"No, I'm not," I insisted. "Every time it seems that things are getting better, they just get worse."

"Night must fall for the sun to rise."

"I'm scared," I admitted my voice slightly cracking. "I'm scared of letting the people I care about down. I'm scared of the person I have become."

"And according to you, what kind of person have you become?"

"There is something out there in the darkness, something terrifying, something that will not stop until it gets revenge...and that's me."

"That is what you see?" it asked.

I nodded.

"I think that's what scares me the most. What I am capable of doing if I had the slightest intention to do something."

"You tell me this, yet I sense a pure heart. Yes, you have been hurt. Lost, perhaps. But you have stayed true to your nature."

"I fought my own master."

"The greatest lesson is not always learned by winning but by losing as well."

I nodded, taking his words in.

"The true mind can weather all the lies and illusions without being lost. The true heart can touch the poison of hatred without being harmed. Since the beginning-less time, darkness thrives in the void but always yields to purifying light," the Lion Turtle said as it placed a claw on my forehead and heart.

Flashbacks came to me in a rush.

Azula had tortured me. I lay on the floor, with no emotion, a mixture of blood and spit dripping from my mouth. Mako came running to me, kissing me and telling me everything was going to be ok. Azula appeared and they fought. He was on his knees, and that monster called me to her. She gave me a gun and told me to kill him. I was about to, I really was, but when my eyes looked into his, I recognized him. He knocked Azula back, and he came to me, singing into my ear. That's how I found myself, by weathering all the lies and illusions.

Another memory came into mind: my training with Zuko. He informed me we were to destroy the League of Shadows. I was a member of them, a member of a league that had been poisoned by its leader. I had touched the poison of hatred but remained true to my values taught by my parents.

I smiled. The prophesy was true! I hadn't fulfilled it with Amon! He was just a pawn in this whole mess, but it would be fulfilled with Ra's al Ghul. I had been preparing for him this whole time! A flash of white was seen and both the Lion Turtle and I were sucked into it.

I groggily opened my eyes; a familiar beeping sound could be heard. I looked around, but everything was blurry. My gaze landed on a particular figure I knew well. I smiled at him.

"Aang," I managed to mutter. My voice sounded weak and horse. I cleared my throat.

"Shh," he soothed. "You wasted a lot of energy. Rest."

"I saw the Lion Turtle," I mumbled.

He smiled.

"When we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change."

I let out a tired laugh. He chuckled and I closed my eyes once again. The doubt I had had was gone. I knew who I was. Who I was destined to be, and that's all that mattered.