I know I was supposed to update DekuTwo, the Psychic Hero next, but this couldn't wait. I checked and the way I see it, there aren't enough Kuvira redemption stories out there. So I went ahead and started writing my own as a contribution to this. Be warned, the story starts out in a way that's not exactly for the faint of heart. You have been warned.


*I don't own Legend of Korra or Digimon!*


Prologue


Kuvira's POV.


"Get in there, ya worthless bitch!"

Grunting in pain as I collided with the cold hard floor of my platinum prison cell, I lay motionless as the guards closed and locked the cell door behind me. They had just gotten through with their now daily routine of beating the crap out of me. Thankfully, only in the figurative sense of the phrase. But I always came out of those beatings looking a lot worse than I was before. And since I was shipped off to a prison made of wood and stuffed into a cell made of platinum, I had no way to defend myself when they started to use their bending against me.

Today was no different, especially since they did so directly after yesterday's beating and didn't give my wounds any time to really heal.

I already knew the extent of my injuries and struggled to crawl towards the wall no matter how much it hurt to move… or blink… or breathe… or do anything, really. My hair was dripping with fresh blood even though it was already matted down with more and more dried blood from previous beatings. My left eye has swollen so much that it won't open and my other eye isn't too far behind. I could feel several broken and cracked ribs as I finally managed to sit up against the wall, coughing violently and hacking up globs of blood. I hardly notice the coppery taste from my own blood in my mouth anymore. My prison jumpsuit is also caked with blood stains and torn in various areas from the knives that some of the guards would bring to try and hack me apart, but it hides all of the hideous bruises and scars that I've gotten from my stay in this living hellhole. Despite my right arm being broken, my skull having a fracture from the feel of it, and both my legs being broken in six different places along with a couple of broken teeth, my left arm has remained surprisingly undamaged throughout the whole thing.

Probably because it's the only part of my body that I've managed to keep out of harm's way from the maniacs they hire around here.

Thankfully, they never attempted any form of rape towards me. No doubt because they don't want a monster like myself to have a chance to reproduce. And if they did and I had gotten pregnant, they'd no doubt kill the baby before he or she was even born just to spite me. I wouldn't have let them if it happened. I may have been a power crazed warmonger for a time, but I'm not a total monster. Killing children, especially babies, unborn or otherwise, is one line I am not willing to cross!

...Does anyone else feel like their skin is getting cold and clammy?... Or is it just me?...

...Yup. Definitely just me.

My breathing was shallow as I tried to get air into my lungs, one of which felt off. Did a rib puncture it, or did it collapse from all of the punches to the chest I've taken recently? Hard to tell when almost your entire body is screaming in pain.

I started seeing dark spots and struggled to keep my eye open, knowing that if I fall asleep now I might never wake up.

'Is this really how I'm destined to die? Alone and broken in a prison cell?'

My eyelid grew heavier and it's getting harder and harder to breathe. I don't know if I'm delirious from blood loss or not, but I'm starting to see people appearing in my cell.

'I guess this is it… I'm finally dying and will be sent to suffer in the darkest pits of hell for my sins… my soul is stained with the blood of the innocent, and so many lives were ruined because of me. Maybe it's better this way…'

A series of hacking coughs rip themselves from my lungs as more blood flies out of my mouth. My eyes get glassy, but I refuse to let my tears fall.

People like me don't have a right to cry.

'After all the pain and suffering that I caused for the sake of world conquest, especially after the creation of the Spirit Cannon, everyone in the whole world no doubt hates me and wants me dead.'

Glancing up one last time, I could see the looks on so many people's faces. All of them full of hatred, disdain, looking at me like I was a plague that should be eradicated. And I completely agree with them. But what hurt the most were the looks of sadness and disappointment from those who were the two most important people in my life. My former fiancé, Bataar Junior…

...And Suyin Beifong, the woman who took me in when I was a little girl, and was practically my own mother.

'Worse… they have every reason to…'

I really can't see a light at the end of this tunnel, so I did the only thing that I can at this time. Using my good arm, I reached up and wiped some blood from my chin, and wrote my final words on the wall of my prison cell.

'I guess this is goodbye… Bataar… Suyin…'

My vision darkened as all strength left me, causing my arm to fall to the ground as I could no longer stay awake.

'...I'm sorry…'

As I fully lost consciousness, the last thing I could vaguely hear was my cell door being slammed open, glass breaking, and somebody screaming my name. A blurry figure ran towards me, their voice now totally distorted and garbled. I can't tell who it is.

Why do they seem so worried about me?


Suyin's POV.


I took a deep breath as one of the guards led me through this prison that was constructed specifically to contain Kuvira, knowing that she couldn't spend eternity in a platinum coffin with only her head sticking out so she could breathe. The guards here are all members of the Order of the White Lotus, all of them being fire and waterbenders with some of the guards even capable of bending lightning.

Though, after the Red Lotus busted out of prison so easily under their watch I question just how competent they really are. Unfortunately, President Raiko of Republic City was in charge of assigning the guards and felt like the White Lotus was more than capable of ensuring that Kuvira doesn't escape from this prison. I can see how he would believe that.

The prison itself was built using wood in order to prevent her from Earthbending, and her prison cell was constructed using platinum which is the most heavily purified metal in existence. Kuvira couldn't Metalbend her way out of that place no matter how hard she tried.

I sighed through my nose and ran my fingers through my hair. How could things have possibly escalated this fast? Kuvira used to be so dedicated to preserving the safety of Zaofu and everyone in it, and then she does something like wage war against the entire world!

But I can't say that I entirely blame her… given her history…

When she was very young, she was abandoned by her birth parents who wanted nothing to do with her. I took her in and wanted her to be a part of the family, but my children, Opal especially, just couldn't bring themselves to see her as a sibling. This caused them to alienate Kuvira from the rest of the family. By the time we all realized what had happened, it was too late. Kuvira didn't see any of us as family. She was still cordial with us, at least. Even becoming Captain of the Guard in Zaofu for a little while.

Well, hopefully I can do something to try and mend the bonds between myself and Kuvira at the very least. That way she might become motivated to get out of here early for good behavior, maybe through being granted parole.

"Madam Beifong, is something the matter?" asked Suyin's escort.

The escort in question is one of the female members of the White Lotus, but she's not one of the members stationed here to act as a guard. She's clearly of Fire Nation descent and looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I just shake my head and reply with a simple "no" as we continue on.

I shift my arm to adjust the gift basket I'm carrying for Kuvira. The guards already searched it, so they know that I'm not trying to help her escape, no matter how much I really don't want Kuvira to rot in this place. Inside are several different fruits and breads that I'm certain taste a lot better than the prison food that she's forced to eat. And knowing how most of these guys hold grudges, they probably stooped so low as to feeding Kuvira the worst kind of food like moldy bread and rotten fruit that's riddled with maggots.

Blech! It makes my stomach churn just thinking about it!

I also included a nice bottle of red wine for us to enjoy. I figured that she might at least start to loosen up enough to talk things out over a drink. Alcohol always helps Lin to relax when she's feeling stressed. And with the sudden influx of war prisoners, why wouldn't she feel stressed? I mean, she IS the Chief of Republic City Police just like mother used to be, so now she knows what mother used to go through back when she had that job.

Soon we had arrived at the only real cell in the prison. The one holding Kuvira. You can tell because, unlike the few cells that are here, this one has a door made of platinum instead of thick wood. They're still working on adding additional cells for some of the more dangerous war prisoners.

"Well, here we are, Madam. The prisoner's cell." my escort said as she warily reached for the cell's key. "Be warned, she's… not much to look at right now."

I rose an eyebrow at that. What does she mean by not much to look at?

The escort unlocked the cell door and opened up the cell, and I walked in… only to see the horrifying sight of Kuvira heavily wounded and lying unmoving on the floor! A message written in her own blood was on the wall just above her, but I didn't pay that any attention as I dropped the basket and the bottle of wine along with the two wine glasses shattered upon impact with the floor.

"KUVIRA!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I rushed towards her motionless form, praying to the spirits that I wasn't too late to do anything. I quickly checked her pulse and, to my relief, found a very weak pulse. But it's fading fast!

"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY BRING THE HEALERS! HURRY!" I screamed at the guards.

While my escort and two other guards rushed to find the healers, I just cradled Kuvira's prone and nearly unrecognizable form in my arms as though she were just a child once again. Tears were falling from my eyes and dripping onto Kuvira's face, mixing with her blood which stained my clothes. But at the moment, I couldn't care less about the blood stains. I just want justice for Kuvira against whatever monsters did this to her! Even as I held her in my arms for the first time since she was a small child I can feel how fragile she is right now. The only real assurance that I have about her still being alive is the shallow rise and fall of her chest as she was barely breathing.

'How could anyone have allowed this to happen?'

I didn't let go of Kuvira even as the healers had finally arrived and started to get to work on healing Kuvira. And even then, I can tell that they're just doing the bare minimum. This brought a scowl to my face as I witnessed even the healers here holding a grudge and not doing their jobs properly. I should bring Kuvira to Katara and her daughter, Kya. At least they'll remain, at the most, impartial towards Kuvira as they heal her.

...That's if they even TRY to heal her...


Third Person POV.


Kuvira awoke with a start as she suddenly found it much easier to breathe. She shot up as though she had just woken up from a terrible nightmare. It took her a brief moment to realize that she was no longer in pain, and an even longer moment to realize that that was because her wounds have all seemingly healed at an unnatural pace even for someone who might have been healed with Waterbending.

She stood up and nearly fell to her knees as her legs felt like they were made of jelly. Kuvira didn't really recognize where she was, but she knew that it wasn't her platinum prison cell. All she could see was white light as far as the eye can see. A complete void with nothing and no one else around for miles.

"Where… where am I? Is this hell, or… am I stuck in limbo?" Kuvira asked herself.

And it was a totally logical question for her to ask if you think about it. She was beaten bloody and broken and was clearly dying before she ended up here. Maybe she passed on and is now awaiting judgement. And if that were the case, Kuvira knew where she was going. To the deepest pits of eternal damnation.

She's no fool. She knows that there's know chance at redemption for somebody like her. A mad woman who spilled so much innocent blood all for the sake of conquering the Earth Kingdom, and then the world. All just to spite those who she felt had wronged her. From her birth parents for abandoning her all those years ago, to her adopted siblings for treating her as nothing more than a stray dog that nobody wants. And especially the Avatar who she, at the time, believed had abandoned them when the Earth Kingdom was in chaos. And her actions had dire consequences. Kuvira understood that.

What she didn't understand, though, was why everything seemed to be leaving after trails of themselves. Her arms, hands, everything left a trail that looked like multiples of themselves.

She didn't have time to ponder this any longer as a glowing orb of light suddenly flew by. Startled, Kuvira kept her eyes on this light as it hovered around her. The light itself was a purplish-black color, and it seemed to pulse like a little heartbeat. Curious and slightly fearful, Kuvira reached up to touch the light only to recoil back as it flashed and split into twin totems. She couldn't clearly make out what they looked like, but she could hear voices that were clearly female, yet also highly distorted like they were talking underwater.

"Save the Digital World, Kuvira! Unite with your fellow warriors and recover the Fractal Code from Cherubimon!" the voices said.

Darkness started to close in around Kuvira as the totems started flying away. She started running after them, afraid of being alone and abandoned again. But the totems just kept getting farther and farther away, and the light growing dimmer and dimmer the farther away the totems got.

"The fate of Digi-World is in your hands, Kuvira!"

"Wait!" called Kuvira. "Don't go!"

"Do not allow Lucemon to be freed, or all is lost!"

"Please! Come back!" Kuvira cried desperately.

"Save the Digital World!"

Suddenly, the totems disappeared and Kuvira felt herself falling. It was like the ground itself had been ripped out from under her. She screamed and flailed about as she tried desperately to find something to grab onto and stop her fall. But there was nothing but a void of darkness.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Kuvira screamed as she shut her eyes as tight as she could.

The sensation of falling continued for what felt like eternity, but was in reality ten minutes. And it was only when she landed on what felt like solid earth that she blacked out once again.


***To Be Continued…***


Here we are, that's all for this chapter. Thanks so much for reading. Don't forget to review, and I'll see you next time.