Beginning A/N: Sorry it took me so long to repost this story onto here, but here it is! Korra's Nightmare Before Christmas is back in business! Now, I didn't like how this chapter turned out before because I had rushed it, so it turned out shorter and not as good as I wanted it to be. So I went back and rewrote the chapter in an effort to make things a little more substantial for you all to read. I hope you like it. Please read on and review as this story makes its dramatic comeback, straight from my now abandoned profile, Marka Ragnos629!
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Korra or The Nightmare Before Christmas!
Dialogue Key
"..." = Normal Speech
'...' = Someone's Thoughts
… = Songs
The Mysterious Grave and a Mystery Poem
Creek… creek… creek…
This is the sound that echoed throughout the arctic wasteland that is the South Pole as a lone figure, clearly female, was wheeling herself along in a wheelchair with her trusted Polarbear-Dog trotting close behind.
Avatar Korra was not in a good place right now. She had been so close to death's door only six months ago due to the actions of Zaheer and the Red Lotus. As if losing her connections to her past lives due to the actions of Unalaq and Vaatu wasn't bad enough, now because of the poison metal that had been in her system, she was paralyzed from the waist down and didn't know if she was ever going to recover. Not only that, but she kept having horrible night terrors of being attacked and sometimes killed by herself, literally herself, in the Avatar State. She's seen the looks of pity that her parents, and even Katara, send her when they think she's not paying attention, but she knows.
She knows that she doesn't want or need their pity.
So, late that night while everyone was asleep, she put on her warmest clothes, hauled herself into her wheelchair that had been specially outfitted with tires that would help her traverse through the snow and ice, and wheeled her way out into the frigid wilderness with only Naga for company.
Korra sighed and a puff of vapor blew from her mouth. She was lucky she still had her Firebending to keep herself warm in situations like these. Especially since she had Naga for company. The crippled Avatar took a look around and realized that she didn't recognize where she was. She was definitely farther out than she had expected to go. And that worried her, because it hadn't been her intention to just run away. She just needed some space for a while.
"This isn't good, Naga…" Korra said as she looked around.
Naga growled and paced about as she was focused on keeping Korra safe.
"Which way is home?" she asked.
Her first thought was to follow her wheelchair's tire tracks back to the village, but that hope was dashed as it had begun to snow and most of her tracks had been buried beneath the fresh snow. And now she and Naga had no way of knowing which way to go! Naga whimpered and laid her head in Korra's lap as she sensed her human's distress and tried to comfort her. Korra smiled and petted her animal guide. At least she would always have Naga there for her. She always hoped and prayed that she would one day find the man who would be her other half. That she'd have a legacy of her own besides her status as the Avatar and the things she's done as the Avatar. She wanted to eventually find a man to fall in love with, get married, settle down, and maybe, lord willing, have kids of her own.
She had originally thought that her ex-boyfriend, Mako, would be the one to be that man, but she was proven wrong when he prioritized his work in the Republic City police over their relationship. Not to mention ratted them out to Raiko when they were trying to free the South Pole from Unalaq and his tyrannical takeover.
But I'm getting off track.
Korra continued to look around as she hoped to find some shelter where she and Naga could, hopefully, wait out the storm before it gets worse. Eventually, she did notice something in the distance. She started wheeling towards what she saw as Naga remained close. What she saw wasn't at all what she had been expecting.
"What's this cemetery doing all the way out here?" Korra asked herself.
It seemed like an odd place to put a cemetery, especially since its location would prevent anyone from coming to pay their respects to the dead. There were many headstones of varying sizes and shapes, but most of them had the names and epitaphs of the departed faded from the sands of time. Only the phrase R.I.P remained visible. Korra continued to look around as Naga growled. The place made the Polarbear-Dog feel very uneasy.
Soon, the Avatar stopped at a peculiar tomb that had a huge stone statue of an angel holding an open bible at the top. She leaned over and tried to brush some of the dust and snow off so that she could see who this grave belonged to…
"Ow!"
But she somehow ended up cutting herself on the door and unknowingly smeared her blood on a small stone carving of a Jack o' lantern that was in the middle of the tomb doors. Korra instinctively sucked on her thumb to try and stop the bleeding when she saw the doors to the tomb creek open all by themselves.
This spooked her… understandably…
But against her better judgment she rolled over to take a closer look. What she found was a staircase lit up with torches on the walls. Now, normally one would do the logical thing and leave that graveyard never to return again after closing up the grave. But Korra wasn't just anybody, and she normally didn't use too much logic. So, she grabbed onto Naga's saddle, and with some difficulty, hoisted herself up onto the Polarbear-Dog's back as she had Naga descend down the stairs.
They got far enough down that they didn't hear the doors close behind them.
And as Korra's blood was absorbed into the stone carving, a poem appeared on the tomb doors.
T'was a long time ago longer now than it seems,
In a place that, perhaps, you've seen in your dreams.
For the story that you are about to be told,
Began with the holiday worlds of old.
Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from,
If you haven't, I'd say it's time you begun!
For the holidays are the result of much fuss and hard work for the worlds that create them for us!
Well, you see now,
Quite simply, that's all that they do.
Making one unique holiday especially for you.
But once, a calamity ever so great occurred,
When two holidays met by mistake…
Now, what this poem means and its significance, I do not know. But I do know this. Things will never be the same for the nations of the four elements. Never again.
***To Be Continued…***
Ending A/N: What did you all think of the rewritten chapter? I know it's still not very long, but I think that it's an improvement over what I had originally written. I hope that you all enjoyed it. Also, I have posted a poll on my profile for one of my other stories that I am currently working on, so if you all would be so kind as to go over to my profile and cast your votes, that would be very much appreciated. Please don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you thought, and especially don't be afraid to drop some constructive criticism if you can. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!
Poll Question: In my story "Digimon: Chronicles of Deku's Son", which of these Digivolution paths do you want Joseph's partner to follow?
Babydmon - Dracomon - Coredramon(Blue) - Wingdramon - Slayerdramon - Examon(After absorbing Breakdramon's Data and becoming whole)
Babydmon - Dracomon - Coredramon(Green) - Groundramon - Breakdramon - Examon(After absorbing Slayerdramon's Data and becoming whole)
