Asami couldn't stop thinking about that faithful day. Waving her best friend off on her leave of absence. Going away, and never coming back. They hadn't known each other for very long, just close to a year. Then again that was probably a record for the heiress. She couldn't keep close friends for very long. Either due to them not being able to see past her position as a monopoly owner, or having prejudices about the CEO. The only exceptions were Mako, Bolin and Korra. The first two were busy with jobs, and the last one was gone forever.

It seemed as though all her friends left her.

Staring out into the blissful sea of Yue Bay, the skyline merged with the descending sun revealing the clinging Spirit vines to the tallest highrises, Asami took a deep breath. She didn't want to be here. Finding herself on the balcony of City Hall, away from the chattering going on inside, she dreamt of times long ago. Someone took an aloof stance beside her, this character with a wry grin on his face and undulating eyebrows took in the marvel that was the 22-year old owner of Future Industries. The last thing she wanted was for someone to interrupt her thoughts.

"I assume you are Ms. Asami Sato am I right?" the short man spoke. "Emphasis on missus."

"And to whom do I owe company?" she replied without a glance.

"You don't know who I am?" he said with feigned shock. "I am the prince of the new Earth Kingdom."

"Look, Wu," she said annoyed. "Don't be offended, but I have no interest in speaking with anyone at the moment. Please do us a favor and leave the missus alone."

Truly taken aback this time, the prince resignedly bowed and made his way back inside. Asami was left to her pondering once more. That man was nothing short of a creep and was constantly overstepping boundaries. Superhuman? Only the spirits know which person Asami's mind wandered to.

Continually being interrupted time after time, the heiress decided it was time to leave. Exiting the congratulatory gala, she made her way to the park. Asami stopped the Satomobile before making contact with a fence-post in front, which painted shadows on the grass ahead. She turned the key and stored it safely in her pocket, stepping out in the warm air with a gaze fixated on her destination. Growing every step of the way, the 30-foot statue rose and towered above, when in reality its original was just below Asami's hairline. Centered in Avatar Korra park was a tribute to the One it was named after.

Ironic how this representation was so wrong in so many ways. Only the Avatar's inner circle knew this. Korra's typical wry smile was non-existent, replaced by an expression of determination. Eyes were cold and set in literal stone, so uncharacteristic of the constant change brought forth by this woman to all and everything around her. Asami found how immediately things got dull and boring after Korra left Republic City. Even though things returned to relative normality, so much had happened that you just couldn't forget. Moving on was not a choice. So until Korra decided to return, she had left everyone living in the past while she alone had probably moved on.

It was a painful thing to think of, that her best friend had forgotten about her. After all they had been through it was just strange. Gazing up at the stars, a tear rolled down Asami's cheek and fell onto the ground. A particularly horrific memory had graced her mind. To watch helplessly over and over as the one person who was responsible for all good in the world fall again and again to perhaps never rise again. For the power inside her was tired as well. An ages old legacy was lost for good and the many who were gone were too much to bear. A last display of the force possessed by this deity was apparently not the end. However all it wanted to do was end. Korra wanted to die.

As hard and frustrating it was to watch someone so strong fall apart, no one could even begin to imagine what the girl was thinking. For no one alive nor dead had in ten thousand years experienced the pain of this 17-year old. None to help, none to salvage, none to repair and heal. So with only herself to blame and herself to turn to, Korra shifted inwards, shutting out the world that had thrown so much at her and was still not yet finished.

After the working day was over, Asami Sato always took a trip here to say goodnight. When her past life as a member of Team Avatar crumbled, she took to the massive piles of paperwork building up on her desk. Burying herself in work allowed the company to flourish and soon enough the city was in debt to her. Cleaning up the surroundings of the Spirit wilds, constructing monorails in the city and rebuilding the Central Terminal. Her philosophy for moving on was to confront her own past before Korra, and to do so she needed the city to trust her. More importantly the city officials. After gaining the opportunity to an audience with President Raiko, she voiced her request immediately. After all her industry had done for the population her wish was granted. So for the first time in 4 years, Hiroshi Sato had a visitor.

Shivering at the thought of their conversation brought her back to the present. Asami read the plaque seated at the base of the huge statue for maybe the thousandth time:

Avatar Korra.

The youngest fully realized Avatar.

The last of a kind and an inspiration for change.

Born in the Southern Water Tribe, her trials and triumphs were many during her short time in this world.

Reading that always brought her back to that faithful day of waving goodbye. And then two months later, of receiving a letter signed by Katara and Toph Beifong. Its contents had undoubtedly shocked the world, except for the inner circle. All of them knew this information already, yet when it was shared the expected backlash was non-existant. All that was left was a profound sadness and understanding for their Avatar. The inhabitants of the world profusely apologized to Korra's closest friends, unable to find Korra herself. Because like a time long ago, the Avatar had vanished when she was needed the most.