Published August 4, 2017. Revised January 11, 2020.

"Candle on the Water"

"O Lord, my God, you have made me, your servant, king to succeed my father David; but I am a mere youth, not knowing at all how to act. I serve you in the midst of the people whom you have chosen, a people so vast that it cannot be numbered or counted. Give your servant, therefore, an understanding heart to judge your people and to distinguish right from wrong. For who is able to govern this vast people of yours?" ~ 1 Kings 3:7-9

Only the presence of the police and White Lotus sentries keeps Tenzin from following Korra to make sure she stays out of trouble. Thankfully, he is able to pacify the Council members somewhat after her dramatic exit. Everyone is anxious, a few are disgruntled, and Tarrlok is downright angry.

"We need to be patient with her," Tenzin tells his coworkers. "It will take time for her to accept this role."

"Time is the one thing we don't have," Yugen says woefully.

Rasaka speaks up. "Tenzin is right. We mustn't push her. That will only make her more resistant."

"Once she sees what they've done …" Tarrlok begins, still turning over alternative ideas in his mind.

"She's probably seen more of what they've done than any of us," Rei points out.

"We can't guilt her into it," Tenzin insists.

"She acts guilty as it is," Lin mutters.

"Because she understands the gravity of her actions. She's agreed to begin her training. That might be the best we can hope for right now."

The matter feels far from settled as they adjourn, with Tenzin promising to talk to Korra further. He accompanies his guests to the dock, then goes to find her.

The sentries point Tenzin toward the cliffs facing the city, but when he has crossed half the distance, he sees Korra and Mako coming from that direction. They slow down as Tenzin approaches them.

"Korra? The other Council members just left. May I speak with you?"

She nods, calmer now than when she left the meeting. "Okay." She glances at Mako. "Thanks again. I'll catch you guys later, okay?"

"Sure thing." Mako continues onward to the Temple complex. Korra falls into step beside Tenzin, who head toward the outdoor training area.

"I'm glad to see you have friends by your side. But you may have just lost your first potential political allies," Tenzin informs her.

Korra shrugs. "I don't care. The only adults I trust around here are the ones Aang trusted. They're the only allies I care about impressing."

Tenzin is somewhat touched, though no less worried than before.

They sit down on the stone steps leading to the bagua circle. "I disagree with Tarrlok on many issues," Tenzin begins, "including his response to the Equalists."

"Yeah, I know. I read about it in the papers. Only small circulations covered your side of the argument."

Tenzin nods in acknowledgment before continuing. "On the other hand, I'm afraid division among benders will prevent us from effectively uniting against the Equalists. I understand why you would feel ambivalent about this conflict. I don't want to pressure you, but I'm afraid, with the way things are going, you might not be able to avoid getting involved."

"It's scary. I have all this power and all these people depending on me, but I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing. It feels like I should be … wiser."

"True wisdom begins when we accept things as they are."

"That's like the exact opposite of what Amon taught me."

This makes Tenzin wary, but also curious. "What did he teach you?"

"That you can't wait around for things to change, when you know the things that are happening aren't right. Of course, my perception of right and wrong has changed a lot lately, so I'm not sure about moral standards anymore."

"Then I suppose there are three things we should strive for: the serenity to accept what we cannot change, the courage to change what we can, and the wisdom to discern the difference."

"You make it sound so easy." Korra grimaces. "I thought if I left Amon and went public with my identity, I'd be able to embrace my role as the Avatar … but after what happened the other night … I'm not sure I want that role."

Tenzin looks at her sympathetically. "I'm afraid it's not something you can walk away from."

Korra expects him to add an addendum, but when he does not, she supplies it. "What if I was equalized? Amon could take my bending and then I wouldn't be the Avatar anymore."

Tenzin is alarmed at this suggestion. "You almost sound as though you wish it."

"If I wasn't the Avatar, I wouldn't have been kidnapped all those years ago."

Tenzin is unable to refute that.

"Don't get me wrong. It's cool that there's this … heritage associated with the Avatars. I just don't see what's so great about having one person be more powerful than everyone else in the world. Granted, most of what I know about history and politics, I learned from Amon, so it might be biased, but I've also had to do research on my own. Kyoshi founded a tyrannical secret police to prevent peasants from rebelling; Roku failed to prevent a war; Aang disappeared for a hundred years and let that war destroy his entire people and millions of lives." Korra hugs her legs to her chest. "And then there's me. Avatar Korra. So gullible that she spent thirteen years living with someone who should have been her enemy, not realizing his ulterior motives or even her own power."

"But the important thing is that you did, eventually, find out. And you came back, just like Aang."

"Aang may have let a war begin, but I actually, actively helped start one. Look at how easily I became a bad guy. What would happen if an Avatar who knew about their powers became corrupt?"

Tenzin is running out of patience. "The Avatar is not invincible, even with the full range of their powers. You seem well-informed about the physical side, but the spiritual side is just as important. The Avatar has a stronger connection to nature and spirits than anyone else in the world."

Korra snorts. "I've only met one spirit, and it almost killed me." She pauses, thinking back to past conversations with Amon. "Aang could take away people's bending."

"That's right."

"Could an Avatar take away their own bending?"

Tenzin does not answer. He just looks at her critically, his wrinkled forehead and furrowed eyebrows indicating how bemused he is by the way her mind works. "You really don't know what bending is all about, do you?"

Korra does not know what he is getting at. A few weeks or months ago, she would have said destruction, but now she knows bending has a kind of duality that can make it beneficial to some yet harmful to others. She scratches her head, trying to think of a way to sum it up. "Um … survival of the fittest?"

Tenzin stares at her for a moment, before covering his eyes and groaning.

"What?" Korra demands.

"Just … give me a moment. This is so elementary, I've never had to explain it before."

Korra raises an eyebrow, uncertain whether he just made a joke. "Elementary?"

"Pun not intended." Tenzin strokes his beard, brooding, trying to think things through. Then he looks up. "I have an idea. I want to show you a different point of view."

Korra follows him down the paths, toward one of the cliffs, where a gazebo overlooks the sunlight-speckled ocean. "This place is beautiful."

"Yes, it is." Tenzin lets her soak in the sight for a moment before speaking again. "What elements can you see from here?"

She has to list them in her mind—water, earth, fire, air. "Well, the island's made of earth, and surrounded by water. There's air all around us … but I don't see any fire."

Tenzin goes to the railing and points up at the sky. "You're forgetting about the sun."

"That counts?"

"Firebenders draw their power from it. The elements are all around us in nature. Bending is about having a connection with a particular aspect of nature. When you bend an element, it becomes like an extension of yourself. It feels like a part of you."

"Don't people already have air and water inside them? We breathe air, we drink water, we even need sunlight to be healthy. They're already part of everyone."

"Well, yes, but benders have a greater affinity with their respective elements. Earth and fire are also essential for life—without them we couldn't grow food or keep ourselves warm. Too much of any one thing can cause harm, but so does too little of any one thing. That holds true for elements, for ideologies, even for people. There is good and bad in everything—and everyone. Harmony means finding balance between opposites." Tenzin looks at Korra with undisguised conviction. "That is why the world needs an Avatar. To keep balance between the nations and the elements. Having that unique combination of elemental powers teaches the Avatar to hold the different philosophies in balance within themselves."

Korra is awed. She has never heard the elements, or human nature, explained in such a way. She is not sure she fully believes it, but at least part of her wants to.

Tenzin sees her lingering skepticism. He sighs. "My father could have explained it better."

They lock eyes and recognize the same idea occurring to both of them.

"Do you think …?" Korra trails off suggestively.

Tenzin is tempted, but uncertain. "Entering a meditative state will leave your physical body vulnerable. If the Equalists attacked while you were catatonic―"

"Then you can assign bodyguards. There's enough people here to take turns."

"I suppose."

They hear several voices laughing and several pairs of feet running or skipping. When they turn around, they see Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo running down the path with Bolin behind them. "Good morning, Korra!" they chorus.

"Do you wanna play with us?" Ikki asks, bubbling with excitement.

"Ah―I can't right now. There's something I need to do."

"Actually, you might be able to help," Tenzin says. His children turn to him for instruction. "Korra is going to meditate so she can try to talk to her past lives. I'd like you to find some candles, fruit, a bell, a wind horn, incense, and an altar. Bring them back here."

Korra and Bolin are bewildered. "Is all that necessary?" Korra ventures.

Tenzin shrugs. "It can't hurt. It's difficult to connect with spirits when it isn't a solstice."

"Well, if you're trying to talk to Aang, being on Air Temple Island will probably help," Jinora points out. "If that doesn't work, you could try the Memorial Island."

"Good idea," Korra remarks. Then, remembering the distractions she battled during her previous attempts at meditation, she decides to use the restroom before beginning.

When she returns to the gazebo, she is surprised to find a small crowd outside it: some of the cops and White Lotus sentries have arrived, along with Mako, Asami, and Pema. Korra starts to feel embarrassed. What if this does not work?

Bolin and the kids arrive with the supplies Tenzin requested. "Can I show her how to set it up?" Jinora asks.

"Alright," Tenzin allows.

Jinora sets the altar on the wooden floor and tells Korra where to place each item. "You can firebend, right? Do you want to light these?" She points to the candles and incense sticks.

"Um … sure." Korra experimentally pinches the end of one stick, willing her fingers to heat up just enough. There is a nearly imperceptible spark, and when she releases it, the end of the incense glows. She places it in the dish, and then cups a hand around one of the candles. She cannot help feeling somewhat satisfied when the wick ignites. She moves her hand very gently to bend the flame from one candle to the next.

Jinora notices her fierce concentration. "You're really careful," she compliments.

Korra shrugs. "It's fire. You're supposed to be careful with it, even if you can't bend it."

"Do you not like it?"

"I can't decide." The way Korra feels about firebending has changed and fluctuated so much over the past few weeks, and she is still trying to work it out.

Jinora lines everything up on the altar. Tenzin puts Ikki in charge of the wind horn and has Meelo hold the bell and stick. Ikki interrupts his instructions to make a request. "Korra, if you see our grandpa, can you tell him we said 'Hi'?"

Korra smiles. "Sure."

Once everything is in place, they leave Korra alone in the gazebo. "We'll be right here," Tenzin tells her.

Korra nods. "Thank you." She turns her back on them to sit facing the altar. She closes her eyes, pressing her fists together and breathing deeply, in and out.

She senses the candles' flames rising and falling in rhythm with her breaths, just as the flame in her hand did alongside Mako's earlier. She tries to remember that feeling of serenity an confidence without thinking about him in particular, because he might be a distraction, associated with many anxiety-inducing trains of thought.

There are other rhythms around her: Ikki bending air through the wind horn, Meelo sounding the bell (though not always at the appropriate intervals), and, below the cliffs, the waves falling over each other and into the rocky shore.

In her mind's eye, Korra pictures the statue in Yue Bay, the likeness of Aang she is most familiar with. She tries to imagine him not in stone or ink, but in flesh. When he showed her his memories, she experienced them from his point of view, so she did not see how he looked in each scene.

We need to talk face-to-face.

What happens next feels like falling and jerking awake after drowsing.

Korra's surroundings are clouded and insubstantial, but the man sitting in front of her, mirroring her meditative pose, is as clear as can be.

"Aang." Korra's voice is full of joy and gratitude. Here is the person who can help her the most.

Aang smiles and inclines his head toward her. "It's good to see you, Korra."

She wants to say "It's an honor," but instead she blurts out, "What took you so long?"

Aang chuckles as he retorts, "I was going to ask you the same thing. I've been trying to make contact with you longer than you know."

"You have? Then why didn't it work?"

"You weren't ready to listen. I'm here now because, for the first time, you called me. You have finally connected with your spiritual self."

"But … how?"

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

It sounds like a proverb. Korra supposes last night probably was the lowest point in her life so far. She had never before felt so scared, ashamed, and miserable.

Korra clears her throat. "Your grandkids asked me to give you their regards."

Aang's eyes crinkle with fondness. "Thank you. Will you give them mine as well? And my children. Tell them I'm proud of each one of them."

"Of course." Korra bows her head, trying to put her thoughts in a logical order. "Your family has been really kind to me and mine. I want to keep both of our families safe, but I don't know how. I want to protect everyone, but everyone around me is going to be in danger. I don't know whether I should stay here, or go somewhere else." Now that she has begun, her anxiety pours out of her. "I've been so confused lately—not just about my messed-up family situation, but about bending and equality and all the stuff I was raised to believe. I spent years laboring under the delusion that I was doing something good. I wanted to be a hero, like I perceived my dad to be. But neither of us are what I thought we were. I finally made a decision and took action, to save my friends, but now … I don't know what the right thing to do would be. I don't know whether to switch sides, or try to be neutral." She looks up at Aang and asks, "What should I do?"

"Only you can decide that."

Korra is annoyed. "I thought you were supposed to advise me."

"That's not the same as telling you right from wrong. I can tell you what I learned from my experiences, but whether you act on my wisdom is up to you." Aang looks down, his eyes clouded with memory. "I once broke off my connection to my previous life, when he told me to do something against my conscience for the so-called 'greater good'."

"Really?" Korra did not know that was possible, but it makes sense. If it takes willpower to tap into the connection between the different incarnations, it must be possible to shut them out as well.

"He told me I should fight and kill someone I loved, to prevent a possible conflict." Aang meets Korra's eyes again. "If I told you it's your destiny to kill Amon, would you try to?"

In the physical plane, Korra's body tenses, and her careful breathing pattern falters. Kill the man who raised her? Live the rest of her life with his blood on her hands, with that memory on her conscience?

Aang nods sympathetically at her reaction. "I didn't think so."

"Okay, I see your point." Korra tries to phrase a simple question out of her complex thoughts. If her past lives cannot tell her definite moral standards, she will have to ask different kinds of questions. "Amon says that bending is the source of all conflicts. Is that true?"

"No." Aang is firm on this point. "If you go back far enough, you'll find that conflict is older than bending itself."

"Older?" Korra repeats. "You mean … there was a time when no one could bend?"

"Some animals could—badgermoles, dragons, sky bison. But the first human benders gained their abilities from lion-turtles, who could bend the energy within themselves."

"So, was life better, or worse, before bending?"

"You would have to ask the first Avatar about that," Aang says. "I can only speak from my own experience."

"And what was your experience like?"

"I met wicked benders on both sides of the Hundred Year War. But I also met wicked non-benders on both sides. Just as I met good benders and good non-benders on both sides."

"But if people have an unnatural advantage that gives them power, they're more likely to abuse that power. Wouldn't it be better to prevent that from happening? It would save me, and future Avatars, a lot of trouble." She is arguing Amon's point of view, hoping that Aang will refute it.

"That may be," he concedes. "But bending can be used for good as well. You know this. Think of what life would be like without each of the elements."

Korra goes over them in her mind again. Air is everywhere; people need it to breathe. Water—that's also a basic necessity, living things die from being deprived of water. She has also heard of waterbending being used for healing, though she has never seen this being done. Earth—homes can be built out of dirt, clay, or rocks. Fire—the earliest humans needed it to prepare food and provide warmth. She remembers the time she almost caught hypothermia. While she waited for Noatak to find her, she actually wished she had firebending just so she could warm herself. She feels angry, then, because she was a firebender all along, only Noatak chose not to tell her that.

"I guess I can see how the elements are necessary," she says finally. "But doesn't bending still give people an unfair advantage over others?"

"We are all born with different abilities, different talents and gifts. I think to not use them when it's in our power to use them to help others would be a disservice to them. Of course, it's not always easy. Like you, I had difficulty accepting my powers and deciding how to use them."

"Could you show me more of that? I only saw bits and pieces."

Aang nods. "Sometimes the shadows of the past continue to shape our present. You need to make sense of our past in order to determine your future, and the future of the world. I'll show you as much as I can, and tell you what I learned from it, but it's up to you to decide how and whether to apply my interpretation."

Korra feels equal parts grateful and disappointed. She is glad for this connection and any kind of revelation, but she is not sure how much she trusts her judgment anymore.

Aang stands and extends his hand to her. "Come with me."

Korra cannot help feeling apprehensive, but she wants to learn from him. So she clasps his hand and lets him help her up.

Aang reaches into his robe and takes out a small wooden carving of an animal. He raises it to his lips and blows into it, but the whistle produces no sound.

A moment later, the giant animal from Korra's memory-dream, which she now recognizes as a sky bison, flies down and lands next to them. Aang rubs its head affectionately. "Korra, meet Appa."

Korra reaches out tentatively, and is glad to find that she can feel the bison's fur. She rubs him and feels him vibrate as he growls appreciatively. "He was your pet?"

"Airbenders choose sky bison companions for life, but mine was much more than that. Every Avatar has an animal guide, usually from their own nation."

For the first time in a long time, Korra thinks of Naga, the polar-bear dog at the Republic City Zoo. She is startled to realize that must be why she felt drawn to Naga, and why Naga always responded to her. Is Naga meant to guide her in some way?

Aang uses Appa's tail as a ramp to walk up onto his back. Korra follows him, and once they are both seated, Appa takes off.

Flying through this insubstantial void is like flying through clouds, until a scene from Aang's memory forms: a courtyard in the Southern Air Temple.

Once again Korra sees the scene from her dream, about having her fate decided for her, but now she hears the words clearly and understands their context: Aang was eavesdropping as the elderly monks argued, in their quiet, solemn way, about his welfare and destiny.

"Aang needs to have freedom and fun," Gyatso advocated. "He needs to grow up as a normal boy."

Another monk harrumphed. "You cannot keep protecting him from his destiny."

The abbot spoke. "Gyatso, I know you mean well, but you are letting your affection for the boy cloud your judgment."

"All I want is what is best for him."

"But what we need is what's best for the world." The abbot paused, coming to a hard decision. "You and Aang must be separated. The Avatar will be sent away to the Eastern Air Temple to complete his training."

The young Aang was horrified. Gyatso was the only person who had not changed the way he treated Aang; in a way, he was the only worthwhile friend he had left. And now, after the revelation of Aang's identity as the Avatar had changed most of his community life, they were going to send him away from the home and mentor he loved.

Korra understands his shock, anger, and grief, but she does not understand his decision to run away, leaving Gyatso a farewell note. "Wouldn't that have just had the same effect as being sent away?"

"Maybe, but at least it would have been my choice. Mind you, I was twelve, and not exactly mature for my age."

A storm broke out as Aang and Appa flew away from the Southern Air Temple. The wind and lightning were too much for them to combat, and they fell into the ocean. It looked like they were in danger of drowning; but then Aang

"That was the first time I entered the Avatar State," Aang says. "It saved Appa and me, but it kept us trapped in suspended animation under the water. I ran away from home when I should have stayed and protected my people. Because of my absence, all of the Air Nomads were killed—millions of lives lost directly because of me, and millions more indirectly while the war raged on."

Korra can't help thinking that compared to Aang's mistake, her own mistakes seem pale in comparison. Still, she was similarly hidden, and her absence allowed chaos to rise around the world. And she not only failed to prevent conflict, she caused it.

"The next thing I knew, I woke up a fair distance away from my home. And I was not alone."

The light around them becomes light blue, like the sun's rays shining through and reflecting off of water and ice. Korra is startled. "Wait—is this—"

"The Southern Water Tribe."

In the physical plane, Korra's heart aches with memories, mostly forgotten, but enough to make this place seem familiar.

When Aang woke, the first thing he saw was the face of a beautiful Water Tribe girl.

"Is that—"

"My dearest friend," Aang says fondly. "Katara of the Water Tribe."

The teenage Katara was beautiful, just a few years younger than Korra is now. Sokka was a little taller, and wore his hair in a stubby warrior's wolf tail.

Scenes pass by quickly, running together. Aang, Katara, and Sokka introduced themselves and agreed to help each other get home. Though Aang's presence unnerved Sokka and the adults, he and Katara quickly struck up a friendship. The war seemed very real to Katara and her people, but Aang did not realize how much time had passed until Katara deduced it while they explored an abandoned Fire Navy ship. Unfortunately they set off a booby trap that set off a flare in the sky.

Upon returning to the tribe, Sokka and the adults blamed Aang for triggering the flare and drawing the Fire Nation's attention to their village. When they voted to banish Aang, Katara defiantly declared herself banished too.

"Katara! Would you really choose him over your tribe? Your family?"

Sokka's words made Katara stop, doubting herself. Aang came up next to her a spoke quietly. "Katara? I don't want to come between you and your family."

Korra glances with new respect between the projections of Aang as a child and an adult. "Good call on your part," she compliments. She knows from experience that no one should have to make a choice like that.

Aang left reluctantly, much to Katara and the children's disappointment. He returned only hours later, when a Fire Nation ship approached the tribe. He arrived on the back of a penguin, interrupting a fight between Sokka and a teenage boy in Fire Nation armor flanked with masked soldiers. It is the scar around the attacker's left eye that tips Korra off. "Is that—Lord Zuko?"

"Back then he was just Prince Zuko, and he was my first real enemy."

The young Aang used his airbending to deflect Zuko's attacks. The young prince stared at him incredulously. "You're him? You're the Avatar?"

Aang said nothing to confirm or deny this. He did not need to: his anachronistic appearance and abilities made his identity obvious.

Zuko fired at Aang, who went on the defensive, dissipating the fire by turning his staff in a circle—but then he caught sight of the women and children shrinking back in fear. He stopped and spoke quickly and assertively to Zuko. "If I go with you, will you promise to leave everyone alone?"

After a moment of consideration, Zuko slid out of his fighting stance and nodded. The firebender soldiers surrounded Aang and led him to the ship. Katara's desperate cry of protest and despairing look as she watched caused him more pain and concern than fear of his own safety.

Barely an hour later, Aang made a break for it. Though his hands were tied behind his back, he used his feet and his breath to airbend and evade the soldiers. He even managed to cut his bonds on the pointed part of a firebender's helmet. Then he ran up and down the halls, looking for Prince Zuko's room, where his staff had been taken. When he finally found it, he also found the prince there, ready for a rematch.

Korra is impressed, and surprised by how similar Aang's evasion was to chi-blockers' fighting style. He managed to get behind Zuko and kept avoiding direct contact. Korra winces at the way Aang slammed Zuko against the walls of the room by airbending his mattress. "I thought Air Nomads weren't supposed to use aggression."

"I considered it more of an evasive tactic."

"You went back on your part of the deal," Korra points out doggedly.

Aang hesitates, looking ambivalent for the first time since they made contact. "At the time, my reasoning was that I agreed to go with him, but not stay with him."

Korra smirks slightly. "You're more devious than I thought." She makes a mental note to use that logic if she is ever in such a situation.

Aang managed to get to the top of the ship's tower, and threw his glider open so he could fly away. But as he started to take off, Zuko leaped after him, grabbed his ankle and pulled him down to the deck. They fought once again, until they saw Appa coming toward the ship, carrying Katara and Sokka in his saddle. Zuko's blasts of fire caused Aang to lose his balance, and he fell overboard, landing in the icy water below.

Korra gapes. "How did you survive that?" It is dangerous enough falling into the water in Yue Bay during the winter; it must be a death sentence in an environment as cold as the South Pole.

Aang smirks, his mouth forming the same kind of crooked grin Korra's sometimes makes. "You can't guess?"

"… The Avatar State?"

"You got it."

Aang rose in a column of swirling water, his eyes and his arrow tattoos glowing light blue. He landed on the deck and then bent the water around him in a circle, pushing away Prince Zuko and the other soldiers trying to get to him. Then he fainted in exhaustion.

"That was the second time I tapped into the Avatar State, and the first time I used it in combat."

Katara and Sokka brought Appa down and took Aang with them. But instead of going back to the village, they continued flying and talking about everything that had happened.

"How did you do that? With the water? It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen," Katara exclaimed.

Aang did not match her excitement. His happy demeanor seemed to have vanished, replaced by something more subdued. "I don't know. I just sort of … did it."

Katara was calmer and more solemn as she asked, "Why didn't you tell us you were the Avatar?"

Aang bowed his head, then looked away. "Because … I never wanted to be."

There was a long moment of silence. The clouds caused shadows to fall on the bison and its passengers, but then sunlight broke through the cover ahead of them.

When Katara spoke again, her tone was pleading. "But Aang, the world's been waiting for the Avatar to return and finally put an end to this war."

"And how am I going to do that?" Aang sounded as though the idea overwhelmed him.

"According to legend, you need to first master water, then earth, then fire, right?"

"That's what the monks told me."

Katara's tone became hopeful. "Well, if we go to the North Pole, you can master waterbending."

Aang looked at her with wide eyes, and then his face broke into an excited smile. "We can learn it together!"

The three of them continued to chatter about their plans. Korra turns to Aang. "This is fascinating … but what parts of it are relevant to me?"

"Be patient," Aang chides. "It'll help you understand the parts of my life that are relevant to you. Sometimes the best way to figure out where to go is to look back on where you've come from. Are you ready to see more?"

Korra nods. She will not leave until she feels closer to a decision and gains a better sense of Aang's story as well as her own.

Author's Note: Before canon Korra lost her connection to her past lives in the show, I had this idea for a story about Aang showing Korra his life, the way Roku showed Aang his life. Writing this gave me a way to use that concept!

Music: "Candle on the Water" by Helen Reddy from Pete's Dragon