A Legend of Korra Fanfic
By Sakura Martinez (aka SMTsukishiro)
Summary:
A promising engineering student. A mysterious woman capable of controlling the four elements. When their paths cross, the resulting collision not only changes their lives and themselves, but the fate of the entire world as well. [Korrasami AU]
Author's Notes:
First off, Happy Thanksgiving to you guys. I am thankful for all of your support for this story and for being extremely patient with my updates. I hope that we all continue this partnership and that you all have wonderful times with you family.
Secondly, I would like to point out that the physical activity mentioned in this chapter (which I am not going to spoil, but you'll understand what it is once you read it) is not something I am familiar with. I am not a pro in it, and the only reason I was able to use the terms here is because of research and I don't know how well my research regarding said activity is...so if there is any among you who does what that is, and finds something wrong with it, please tell me so that I can further my knowledge regarding...it.
And, lastly, I do hope you guys enjoy reading this chapter!
Dream on; Fly on!
Legend of Korra
The Schism
Chapter 68: The Longest Night, Part 2
Korra disappeared!
That was the only thing on Asami's mind, completely blacking out everything else. It alarmed and frightened her. The repercussions of what had happened were at the forefront of her mind, more than the fact that she had been left alone in a place that had turned her direction around.
"Korra!" The Prodigy scrambled to the spot where Korra was last, but then she stopped, and just at the nick of time.
She heard it more than saw it: small rocks falling into the depths below. It was then that Asami realized she was by a crag, the thick mist that had clung to them dissipating a little for her to see—the escarpment below her seeming endless with darkness pooling at the bottom; like a gaping maw of a giant beast. And Korra had fallen inside. At least, that was what her brain was telling her.
"Korra!" she called out again. "Answer me! Please!"
But Korra didn't, and it gnawed at her even more. Her worry and fear for what had happened to the Avatar escalated with each passing second that Korra kept silent; it forced her to hold back her tears and feel braver than she actually felt as she called out the Avatar's name over and over again, hoping for a response but still getting none until finally, the tears did come falling down.
"Please," the words were uttered softer, choked by sobs as Asami remained slumped before the crag where she was still awaiting Korra to suddenly burst out flying. "Don't leave me here alone."
She groaned as she pushed herself up before cradling her head, feeling something wet dripping down the side of her head. She couldn't stand up completely so she opted to just stay seated a while longer. Her entire body hurt from the unexpected fall. It had happened all too quickly, that she hadn't the moment to air-bend herself out of the situation she had unknowingly put herself in.
It was a bad fall, and from pretty high up no less. Korra couldn't get her eyes to focus enough for the blurriness of her vision to fade. Not until she had closed her left eye. It was only then that she saw everything with a semblance of clarity.
The Avatar looked up, and it only solidified her earlier impression on the distance and depth of her fall. She couldn't see anything past the dense fog. Not even Asami's silhouette.
Asami. The thought of the other girl forced Korra to stand, albeit on wobbly knees that made her frustrated with her now-mortal body. I have to get back up there.
Taking up a stance, Korra attempted to air-bend herself out of her predicament. But apart from a puff of air—not even strong enough to be compared to a burp—nothing happened.
"Of all the times..." the Avatar growled, before changing stance. "Fine. If I cannot use my air-bending, then I will just earth-bend my way out of here."
Accompanied by her aggravation at the trouble she had found herself in and the thought of what Asami might be going through, not knowing what had happened to her, Korra slammed her foot much harder than she intended and braced for the ground underneath her to turn into a pillar of earth that would shoot her upwards. She was so certain that the momentum of it would be proportional to the added force she had given. Only, nothing happened. Again.
The frown on the deity-turned-human's face grew as neither her air-bending nor her earth-bending worked. A slew of curses—all in the Ancient Tongue—flew right off her mouth that would have given her a stern talking to from Alignak if she were with the Avatar.
Remembering the Elemental Spirit of Water, Korra wondered for a moment if she could use her water-bending to get out, but when she tried, even that didn't work and she could only manage to conjure a few droplets of water that might as well have been spittle.
Fists balled, Korra attempted to use her final bending style. Changing stances once more, she prepared herself to fly with the aid of her flames—something she had only done successfully once and was not at all proficient in, much to Suzaku's chagrin.
"Let us hope this works," she tells no one in particular, before she put all she could in summoning the flames that would jettison her upwards.
And though Korra had hoped with such fervor for it to work, she wasn't prepared when it actually did, which caused her to lose control of her flight and crash on the face of the cliff she had fallen from before once again dropping to the bottom, a new injury—a gash on her forearm—on her body.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Korra pounded her fist on the ground where she refused to stand up, remaining on her back and staring at the fog-infested area beyond. Her nostrils flared with anger.
The Avatar couldn't tell how long she was laying there on the ground, but she had closed her eyes as she tried to calm herself. Getting riled up even more, she knew, would do her no good. The knowledge that she could, at least, use her fire-bending, was good to know. She could just try again once she had calmed down—which was something completely impossible to accomplish given that her mind kept wondering to Asami's well-being. She was worried that whomever they were trailing after might have found the human and harmed her.
If that happens, I will hunt whomever that is and kill them. It was a dark promise, but one Korra would have no problems keeping...even if it meant going against Asami's wishes.
Dark thoughts began swirling in her mind after that, as though Asami being harmed had opened up a dam of other 'what-ifs' that were more dire and darker than the next and before Korra knew it, she felt an emotion she didn't want to feel again: fear.
And then her eyes snapped open, a frigid feeling enveloping her. Because it wasn't like the fear she had been feeling ever since she had lost the Four Great Spirits. No. This was something darker. Something she had only felt twice and only in the presence of the Dark Spirits.
Quickly Korra clambered to her feet, hissing at the pain the sudden movement had caused. Fire-bending a ball of flame on her hand, she looked around, expecting one of those demented spirits to jump at her and attack her. But that didn't come to pass, instead Korra came face to face with something much more daunting.
"I have found it," she whispered to herself with much trepidation. "The rift where the Spirit Realm is bleeding from. It is here…"
Asami had sat on the ground, her back to an old tree she wasn't even sure the name of, her arms hugged her knees, hiding her tear-stained face from view, the Amka that was left with her floating just by the side of her head. She had stopped crying a while back. Now she just felt drained.
The Prodigy knew that despite being allowed to feel that way, she couldn't remain there. She had to act. The problem was, she didn't know what action to take. Her mind reeled with all the thoughts that flooded it—Korra's whereabouts and her well-being were the most prominent. She wondered why Korra wasn't able to fly out of the pit she had fallen in, or how the Avatar even failed to react quickly and save herself from the fall to begin with.
She knew for a fact Korra had inhuman reflexes. She had seen it first-hand. And although Korra had lost a bit of an edge in that department after losing the Four Great Spirits, the Avatar's ability to respond quickly, especially when her life—or the lives of those she cared about—was at stake, was still no laughing matter.
Therefore, Asami could only theorize, her mind taking a look at what had happened objectively and logically as she pushed her emotions down. Something must have happened that prevented her from air-bending. It isn't a question of why she didn't, it's because she couldn't.
It was the only explanation Asami could think of, and it would not be the first time Korra's bending failed her.
It didn't, ergo, take that much of a leap in logic to think that Korra might have gotten injured—that was as far as Asami was willing to think of the consequences of Korra's powers backfiring and glitching out on her. She willed herself not to think of the other, more dreadful, possibility because there was no way—she told herself—that could happen.
This was, after all, Korra. Bull-headed, infuriatingly stubborn Korra.
The Avatar's Chosen glared at the cliff before her. She never thought she could hate a geographical feature as much as she hated that particular one. A little part of her was irked by Korra's carelessness, thinking that if Korra had been a little bit more careful then she wouldn't have fallen down the cliff to begin with. Already she was prepared to give the idiotic Avatar a mouthful the moment she sees her again.
Pushing herself up—That's enough moping around, Asami!—the Prodigy, along with her Amka companions, made their way to the edge, near the space where Korra had vanished. She looked around, but could no longer see the darkened bottom that opened into the pit she believed Korra had fallen into, the fog and the natural darkness of the place having consumed and hidden it from view.
She pondered once more on what action to take. On what she could do. She had an idea already—it was a stupid and dangerous idea, and she was sure Korra wouldn't be in agreement with it if she was around to vocalize her displeasure of it—and was merely on the process of putting together the logistics, but with the uncertainty of what was below or how far down it was, she couldn't completely commit herself to it.
Much as she would like to help and rescue Korra, she had to make sure she wasn't endangering them both further. It wouldn't be helpful at all if she ended up falling and injuring—even killing—herself in the process, after all.
"Now, what to do?" Asami muttered to herself. She continued to stare, unblinking and unseeingly, at the direction of the cliff. In her periphery, she saw the Amka dancing, their lights throbbing rhythmically to a secret and silent beat. Watching them calmed her somewhat. "I don't suppose you guys could help and show me the way, can you?"
She chuckled at the absurdity of what she had just said. "What am I saying? You guys only listen to Korra...I'm not even sure if the Avatar's Gift works on you Amka."
Even as she said those words, Asami hoped—she truly did—that the Amka would help her regardless. So when the handful of floating, orbs of light that were with her blinked into nothingness, the Prodigy was stunned speechless, her disappointment so powerful it threatened another bout of crying—which the Avatar's Chosen kept herself from doing, in any case.
"That...could have gone much better." Asami sighed gloomily. "I should have just kept my mouth shut."
With the Amka gone, the fog grew thicker and denser around her, to the point where Asami could barely see anything beyond her person. Still, she couldn't go back on the plan her brain had already conjured, even if things had taken a turn for the worse and the holes in it had doubled exponentially.
The young, aspiring inventor chewed on her lower lip, calculating everything in her brain, her eyes only showing signs of uncertainty for the briefest of moment before she steeled herself. In the end, there was no choice—this was what she believed. She couldn't go back. Not on her own, so the only way left was forward...
...even if the path ahead was as treacherous as can be.
Getting on all fours, Asami felt her way to the very edge of the cliff. The fog parted slightly, but only just enough, before hugging her and everything around her once more.
"This is dumb," was her final murmuring before she gently and so very slowly, dropped herself to the side of the cliff. Her feet felt for purchase, while her hands gripped on the cliff's border.
The Avatar's Chosen scanned what she could see of the side of the cliff when her feet finally caught on something sturdy as a foothold. She memorized—or tried to, at least—every indentation that she could use, every protruding rock that could act as a bollard, and every pocket, jam crack, and jib. She was not a professional—not even by a mile—on crack climbing nor face climbing, but she was no gumby either.
Upon seeing a possible route to descend upon, Asami hugged her body closer to the cliff's wall, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply in the hopes of calming her nerves and readying herself for the hazardous downclimb.
The rift to the Spirit Realm loomed before her.
Despite finally discovering the cause that lay behind the strangeness of the swamp, Korra found herself unable to move. She was stunned to see the rift much bigger than she had anticipated—like a big gash that floated in the midst of nothingness—oozing with such oppressiveness that the Avatar was positive the Dark Spirits would be close.
She swallowed thickly, wondering how she was supposed to close it. Korra felt ill-equipped to do such a thing. Sure, she had closed a number of rifts prior to coming across this one, but those were far smaller in comparison and she had help from Alignak and the others. Those weren't even infested by darkness as this one was. It was such a conundrum for the young Avatar, and one she didn't feel confident she would overcome.
"Why were we not able to sense this?" It bothered her. The smaller rifts were easily detected by her and the Four Great Spirits, it would stand to reason that such a huge rift would be much more easily detected. The fact that they were unable to do so was a worrisome mystery. "And how did this rift grow? How was it consumed by darkness? Or was it the darkness that destroyed the barrier between the Human and Spirit Realms and forced a rift to open?"
Despite asking those questions, Korra wasn't certain she really wanted to know the answers. But, at the same time, the Avatar knew she had no say in the matter. It didn't matter what she wanted, in the end it would always fall onto what was needed of her.
Enduring the disheartening air around her, Avatar Korra pressed forward with her investigation. She stretched forth her arm, her palms facing outwards—towards the giant rift—and closed her eyes as she hoped to call upon Mnemosyne—the Spirit of Memory—to show her what had occurred in the past within that area.
Yet, Mnemosyne was unresponsive. The Spirit of Memory was there, Korra could feel her, but it seemed like there was something hindering the Spirit from communicating with the Avatar—an unseen barrier that should not be there but was.
Korra groaned in frustration, giving up minutes later. "If only I was a bit stronger, I could break through whatever it is that is keeping me from communing with Mnemosyne."
Hand underneath her chin, the Avatar resumed her thinking, wracking her brain for a way to speak with the Spirit of Memory with the way she was now. She doubted there was a quick way to get the power she needed. If there had been, Korra would have already found it.
She shook her head. "At the very least, I now know where that old woman wanted me to be." Cyan-colored eyes drifted to the space above where the hole she had fallen into was and the fog was thickest. "I can come back here later and fix this...once I have all released Alignak and the others. I should not keep Asami waiting."
Korra tested her air-bending and earth-bending once more, and when neither worked she groaned, already seeing how difficult her ascent using her fire-bending would be. She grimaced at the thought of the scrapes and bruises she would end up having but quickly pushed those thoughts away.
Taking a deep breath and then letting it go after a few heartbeats, Korra bent her knees, then swayed her arms backwards with her palms facing the ground as though preparing to jump. And, in a way, she was.
The chocolate-skinned, young woman then focused her sights on the wall opposite that from where the rift was, her mind having come up with the perfect technique that would get her back to the top and back with Asami quickly.
Flames burst forth from her forearms, down to her hands. Korra tested a quick burst of fire on her left making sure she calculated the exact strength the flow of flames should be. Shortly upon doing so, she kicked off from the ground, then very quickly fire-bended a continuous stream of fire on both of her palms propelling her to the cliff's face. As soon as she neared it, she quickly cut off her fire-bending and readied herself to cling to whatever she could.
She miscalculated, however, the force that propelled her being stronger than the amount she should have used. And though Korra did manage to grab a foothold on the face of the cliff, she got the wind knocked out of her in the process.
Still, the Avatar grinned. Her leap and the propulsion of the flames got her a couple of feet off the base and though she was still far from her goal, the fact that the first phase of her strategy worked meant that she was, at least, making progress.
Craning her neck and angling her head to the side, Korra looked for her next trajectory. She saw the silhouette of a buttress on the other side and nodded to herself.
That would do.
Turning her face back, Korra took another deep breath before fire-bending herself from the wall, using the flames to push her backwards. When she was right at the middle of the cavern, she twisted her body around, the movement causing her to twirl, releasing and dispersing her fire-bending, so that she would be able to grab hold of the buttress. She managed to do so, and this time around, she had determined the strength and power of her flames just enough so that hitting that side of the wall did not hurt as much as it did before.
Glad that her strategy for climbing back up had worked, Korra was very much pleased with herself and her quick thinking. At the same time, she dreaded the drawback of extending herself in such a way would bring. Again, she wished she could converse with Suzaku and ask for his aid. Making use of him would undoubtedly save her from much of the trouble she was doing just to get out of the hole she—quite literally—fell into. Why she was being given the cold shoulder by the Great Spirit was beyond her. She would have thought the dragon had forgiven her for her carelessness by now, after all, she did manage to resurrect him.
"That is another thing I need to look into," Korra huffed, again craning her neck and searching for the next purchase she could grab on to. "Strange how it seemed that I now have so many things that need doing compared to when I was stuck in Nia Bayou."
She was half-way down. At least, that's what Asami hoped was the case. She had been descending for what seemed like hours, though she had to remind herself of the time displacement Korra had mentioned before.
Her whole body ached. Her arms, most of all. Her clothes were ripped on some parts, completely dirtied, and was drenched with sweat from her excursion, her skin glistening with it. She was glad to have found herself a crack large enough for her to do a pied assis and rest.
Not for the first time since climbing downwards, Asami wondered on the lunacy of her action and if there could have been an alternative. Granted, there was no going back at that point and she didn't plan to go back until she had found Korra and aided her in whatever capacity the Avatar needed helping. Still, she couldn't help but think that what she was doing was truly ludicrous.
"I wonder what my professors back at the University would think of me if they see me now?" It was an amusing thing to think about at that moment, in the mist of that darkened and shadowy place. It was something Asami gave herself to ponder and wonder about, just so she wouldn't focus too much on her surroundings and whatever the murky darkness might hold.
It was the reason why she wasn't as vigilant as she should be. Or why she didn't notice the deep whooshing sounds at a much earlier instance. Or the heard the cracking of rocks as it broke off from the cliff's edge further below her.
It was only when something flashed and moved by the edge of her vision did Asami became alert once more. When she turned to the direction of the movement, she was greeted by a looming figure barrelling its way towards her, like a beast that just manifested itself in the blackness.
Thankful for the position she was in, being able to move her hands. The Prodigy quickly fastened her Shock Glove. Before she could flick the switch and bring the electricity surging and lighting up the glove, however, the thing had already grappled the wall, effectively sealing and trapping her in the crack she was resting in.
Asami gasped, the sound alerting the creature of her presence if it had not known so beforehand. Without thinking, as well as driven by the fear she had for her own life, the Avatar's Chosen blindly thrust her fist to where the thing had perched, hoping that her measly attack would connect, regardless if she had her eyes closed shut during the whole thing, and discourage her would-be aggressor from harming her.
Alas, her attack met only air as her target managed to duck out of its way. She had expected it to growl then, and bare its sharp teeth at her. What happened next, therefore, was not something she expected—couldn't have even predicted nor imagined.
"Asami?" the voice that uttered her name, sounding flabbergasted as it was, was unmistakable.
Her eyes flew open then, and then widened with the surprise at the sight. Because there—instead of the beast she had imagined was out to attack her—was Korra, a hair's breadth away from her, hanging with both hands on either side of the crack's opening.
"Korra?" It was hard to believe—though in retrospect, maybe it wasn't all that hard—that she was face-to-face with the person she had set out to rescue and that said person didn't seem to need rescuing at all.
"What are you doing here?" the Avatar craned her head upwards, "Did you fell as well?"
"N-No," the taller girl stuttered, not because of the question that was thrown at her or the answer that she was about to give, but because of the awareness of the proximity they had to each other.
And though they had shared a much closer proximity, what with having hugged several times before and having all those other instances when they were physically close to each other, it was never at this particular angle. It didn't help that the memory of her earlier misconception of what Korra had done (or hadn't, as it turned out) during the ritual for the Avatar's Gift was still (embarrassingly so) fresh on her mind and she could practically feel Korra's breath, ragged as it was, tickling her skin that her eyes momentarily—and very, very quickly (she would be adamant in saying that) glanced at the other girl's lips and the urge to suddenly kiss her came as strongly as the relief she felt.
No one then could blame her for the way her heart may had sped up or for how she may have blushed. Neither, then, can anyone blame her for how she had stuttered most (if not all) of her reply.
"I-I was worried about you." Asami began to explain, voice wobbling slightly.
Korra's eyebrows hiked upwards at the admission, then furrowed. The movement of which caused the young Prodigy to focus on that part of Korra's face than elsewhere, taking note of the many small cuts she had, as well as the large gash on the side of her head that Asami assumed was the reason why there was a dried stream of blood on the side of the Avatar's face.
"You were...worried about me so…you thought it best to climb down here?" There was a note to Korra's question Asami couldn't quite place, which was why she hesitated for a bit before responding.
"Y-Yes," It irked the raven-haired, young woman how she couldn't stop stuttering. When she finally did manage to reign in her stammering, what she ended up having to contend with next was her word vomiting. "You suddenly disappeared and left me alone and then I saw the cliff and realized you fell in, but you didn't fly back out so I wondered if you had hurt yourself or if you were unable to use your bending and you needed help. This was the only thing I could think of doing, even when the Amka you left with me disappeared as well."
She didn't bother to add that it took her a while to do something and had cried herself almost to the point of numbness before actually deciding on what to do.
Korra doesn't need to know that, she argued.
The Avatar then cocked her head to the side, hair brushing on the exposed skin of Asami's arm reminding her of her poor attempt at a punch and that she had yet to retract her arm. She hadn't realized that, in the midst of all that has happened, she had kept her arms outstretched and had settled it on Korra's shoulder causing the shorter girl to carry the weight of the appendage.
The Prodigy knew she should pull her arm back, but with how they were currently positioned and how little space was left for her to move without endangering Korra who was still hanging on for purchase, she thought better of it. Korra, herself, didn't seem to mind the added weight.
Korra sighed, shook her head and pulled Asami out of her reverie by stating, "You are an idiot, you know?"
"E-Excuse me?" her voice echoed with how loud she had uttered the words. It was Asami's turn to crease her brows. Suddenly, kissing the Avatar suddenly became the last thing on her mind. "I just came down here for your sake, Korra!"
"Exactly," If Korra could have pointed a finger at her to stress that out, Asami didn't doubt she would have. "You placed yourself in danger for my sake." The Avatar's frown deepened, "Do not ever do that." There was a pause, Korra looking straight into her eyes, then adding, "Please."
Looking into Korra's teal-colored eyes, Asami understood. She became aware that it wasn't criticism Korra was throwing at her for having called her an 'idiot' due to her actions. She didn't mean to condescend, that wasn't her intention. Far from it.
"I only did what you would have done if our roles were reversed." Though you wouldn't have taken your time in doing so as I had. And Asami prepared herself for what she knew Korra would use as a rebuttal—what the Avatar always used: being the Avatar and believing she was indestructible, or at least, sturdier than humans.
So if floored her when Korra didn't.
"Thank you," The Avatar expressed her appreciation softly, with a gently quirk of her mouth. "I still think it was reckless and foolhardy on your part, though." Korra looked away, the frown returning to her features accompanied by a dark, far-away look in her eyes. "I do not think I would able to forgive myself if you hurt yourself badly on my behalf."
"I think I'm prepared for that." Though, in truth, Asami hadn't thought about getting herself hurt that much. Still, when those words escaped her, she knew they weren't just said on a whim but had truth in them. She really was prepared. "I've come to believe it comes with the territory."
Asami likewise thought that those words would appease Korra. Yet it didn't have the desired effect on her. She wasn't given a frustrated growl or even a roll of the Avatar's eyes, instead she caught the sadness in the shorter girl's eyes. It passed quickly before Korra changed the subject.
"As much fun it may be to hang around here," Korra smirked, bringing levity into their situation. "My muscles are already aching and there is still quite a climb ahead of us. We better get moving."
They looked upwards at the same time, both wondering how to best proceed. Asami figured they could simply begin to climb it normally, she has rested enough and believed herself capable of doing that return climb, after all.
"It might be difficult," Korra startled her. The Avatar had spoken, but the words weren't directed at her. "But I suppose I could manage."
"What are you talking about?"
Instead of a reply, Korra all of a sudden pushed herself off the rock face. Asami panicked, her arm suddenly losing its rest, but then that panic turned to awe as the Avatar pivoted herself so that her back was now to Asami before her hands quickly grabbed hold of the flare that kept her on the wall as well as her foothold.
"Well? Hop on." Korra mentioned to her back.
"What?"
The Avatar nodded towards the direction of the wall opposite the one they were hanging on. "I cannot use my air-bending. Neither can I tap into my earth- and water-bending. I can use my fire-bending, though and I have come up with the perfect, systematic approach to climbing out of here. But I need to be able to use both of my hands, so I would not be able to carry you like I normally do."
Asami wished she could cross her arms at the suggestion, disregarding how it made her feel when Korra reminded her how many times she had been carried to safety by the other girl. "You want me to ride piggyback?"
"I...do not know what that means," Korra crinkled her nose. "Just put your arms around my neck and hang on, but try not to choke me too much." When Asami didn't do as the other young woman had asked, Korra turned to her, "You do want to get out of here and back up there, do you not?"
The Avatar's Chosen didn't dignify that with a response. Tentatively, she reached out to Korra and gently slipped her arms around the Avatar's neck, shifting her footing to accommodate the new position she was in.
"You can close your eyes, if you want." Korra told her as well. "But please refrain from screaming too much and do not, under any circumstances, let go."
Asami was pleased to say that she did manage to hold on quite effectively to Korra without harming her. Apart from that, she didn't do a very good job with the Avatar's other request.
Post Author's Notes:
Aaand, there you guys have it. I hope you guys liked this chapter. Please, do share with me your thoughts regarding this as I am thirsty for feedback.
And, now, unto our "Fun Facts" section. First up, Mountain Climbing terms that I had no idea existed prior to writing this chapter and had to research much about. Haha.
A bollard is a large knob of rock or ice used as a belay anchor.
A jib is a particularly small foothold, usually only large enough for the big toe, sometimes relying heavily on friction to support weight.
A gumby is a derogatory term for an inexperienced, un-knowledgeable and oblivious climber.
Pied Assis is a crampon technique in the French style: to rest on high-angle ice with one foot tucked under the buttocks, toes pointed straight down-slope.
Next, the name Mnemosyne is from Greek Mythology. She was one of the Titans, the daughter of Uranus and Gaea and is known as the Goddess of Memory, hence the reason why I chose her name as the Spirit of Memory in this Fanfic.
And for those who enjoy theorizing, here are some fun things to think about:
Why did the Amka leave when Asami asked for their help?
Why didn't Korra and the Four Elemental Spirits notice such a giant rift prior to the start of this story?
What is the truth Toph wanted Korra to find out?
The answers to these questions and more will be found in the next chapter. I promise! :)
Again, thank you all for reading. Your thoughts regarding this chapter (and the fanfic as a whole) is always something I look forward to hearing.
Have a great night/day, everyone, wherever you are in the world!
Until the next chapter, dream on; fly on!
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