Author's Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of "The Legend of Korra", they belong to Bryke and Nickelodeon.
Author's notes: Bolin said in Book Three that he guessed "Ghazan was raised by an older sister, his mustache grew in at age ten and he had an unspoken attraction to Ming-hua". To which Ghazan responded "two out of three, not bad." I'm guessing he meant the mustache part. Villain stories are fun! And when you have to MAKE yourself say the word "villain" describing these characters and it feels like a stretch, the characters are more than in the shade of grey; they're compelling and they're people. That's why I love this series so much. Story is key!
"Alternate years"
Chapter three "Cruel Tutelage"
The stooped woman climbed the stairs to the house surrounded by ice. Three White Lotus guards flanked the front door and their eyes scanned her from top to bottom severely. Katara didn't blame them. They had messed up severely in watching their charge. The new Avatar was missing and Katara worried for her. She had just met her last week and it was unspoken from Tonraq that she would be her waterbending teacher. That wasn't important right now.
Katara was a master second and a mother first. And right now, Korra's mother would need all the support she could get.
"Master Katara! Just let us announce you….."
"That's fine," Katara interrupted him. "I've already met Tonraq and Senna. Please, just let me in."
The guards opened the front door. Katara carefully pushed the door open the rest of the way and entered. A fire was blazing in the main room hearth and the man before it looked up.
"I thought I told the White Lotus to announce everyone," he rumbled. Katara stepped closer and looked up into Tonraq's somewhat crazed eyes.
"It's only me, Tonraq. I've come for Senna. Is she….." she began. Tears filled the man's eyes. He was stout in frame and muscular to boot, but his eyes nakedly pleaded with the old woman to help him where he felt he had failed.
"She has fallen apart! Not that I blame her. If they hurt my girl…." He choked, tears sliding down his cheeks. Katara reached up and laid her palm against his face.
"I'm here to help. Where is she?" she asked. Tonraq gestured wordlessly to the next room. Katara moved slowly, her gait shuffled. Her knees ached now and she could only move so fast. That she had been considered to be Korra's water bending master was an honor and she knew she would learn to love the girl as well as her own children. But…..
"Leave me alone!" a harried voice screeched at Katara's knock. Katara set her jaw and opened the door. The room was dark and through the slants of light from the main room, Katara could see the woman inside lay collapsed on a bed. She rose to sit up, long hair unbraided. A white polar bear pup lay curled at the foot of the bed, ears laid low.
"I told you worthless Lotus to go away!" she continued. Katara cleared her throat.
"It's me, Senna….."
"Katara?" Senna's voice lost its edge. Katara shut the door and advanced carefully. Her shuffling steps carried her over fur rugs and clothing and she made it to the edge of the bed. The pup sprang to her feet and sniffed Katara's coat. She whined.
"I'm here for you. Oh, my darling, I know the pain that you're in."
"How? Your husband was the Avatar. Your kids were well protected," Senna laughed humorlessly. "But my child….."
"She IS the new Avatar and will always be a target throughout her life. As my husband was," Katara ran a hand through Senna's tangled hair. "Those terrorists will be caught. We're going to find your little girl. I promise."
As the broken mother grieved in her lap, Katara hoped she hadn't just told a lie.
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Ghazan would never know the involuntary lie Katara had told the girl's parents. Unalaq's ship docked at a private port at the edge of the Earth Kingdom and they rode by horse to a manor owned by one of the more influential Red Lotus members. The girl rode with P'li on her horse, firmly held in front of the tall woman by strong arms and legs. She had opted to cooperate thus far, and Zaheer hadn't tied her hands or feet. Ming-hua whispered to him before leaving that P'li had been with her half the night. The Avatar may have begun a bond with her.
'And see how Zaheer uses it. I'm not surprised,' Ghazan thought. He smiled. They all wore long robes and hoods, even the child, and the trails they used were mainly deserted and only known by the locals. They passed the odd farmer or two, but no military, White Lotus, or other heavy traffic.
He could hear the child's voice raised in question and P'li's hushed responses. The girl fell silent and Ghazan raised an eyebrow at her questioning look as they clopped and galloped along. She was doing remarkably well with the Avatar. The whole quest was going almost ridiculously easy. Ghazan's stomach remained tensed, his ab muscles clenched the whole way.
It would be so like the White Lotus to ambush them while they began to relax. He wouldn't ever let up his guard until the main gate of the manor were closed and locked behind them and they were free to begin training the Avatar in secret.
Ming-hua may laugh at him sometimes, but she knew the deadly will behind his easy smiles. And even she saw cause to admire it once in a while.
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"Get up, Ghazan," his sister called. Ghazan sat up in bed, one small fist clenched to squeeze the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm up. How is Mother?" he asked. His sister, Su Yang, stood waiting, smiling as the skinny thirteen-year old got up and stretched to get the kinks out. She had the look of a perpetually tired woman, and she looked older than her twenty years. But she always had a smile for him.
"Mother's awake. I have Zong feeding her this morning. We need to begin the harvest today," she said in a somewhat hurried tone. Ghazan tied his long hair back in a loose tail and she laid a jacket across his shoulders to put on. Ghazan urged his arms into the sleeves and tugged his tunic under his sash as they made their way to the kitchen.
It was a large room, encompassed by the large iron stove and ice chest, and several wooden tables the cook used to prepare their meals.
"Good morning, Ghazan!" their cook said cheerily. She laid two bowls of jook mixed with vegetables on the wooden side table.
"Good morning," Ghazan smiled. His sister handed him a large wooden spoon and both ate quickly, standing in place. She took small glances out the kitchen window at their five hired hands who were already hacking the wheat heartily with their scythes. Their family's farm wasn't the largest in the county, but it was a good-sized one. Their mother had done a fine job of maintaining their farm hands and few servants after their father died when he was very young, but she was sick now.
The healers said it was a tumor of some sort, but Ghazan couldn't remember a time when she wasn't in bed, wan and trying to smile. His sister had assumed her mantle of authority without complaint, but it had to be stressful. So Ghazan had dropped out of school to help her where he could.
It might not be a matter of point, but when she had discovered he could earth bend, it did help their farming considerably. All the field hands were non-benders, and he could funnel irrigation channels for the fields and other physical obstacles with some ease. But he was untrained. Ghazan knew that. He barely knew the basic forms from a scroll his sister had acquired from a kind neighbor. He put his all into his movements, but he knew he could do it better if taught. Without the proper instruction, it felt like he was straining his body just to make a funnel of earth move the slightest bit.
But the farm had to come first, and his sister would find a teacher when they were more financially sound to do so.
"Alright, let's go, sis," he called. Su Yang smiled and they walked out the back door together, leaving the comfortable heat of the kitchen behind.
The field hands hailed both of them and Su Yang handed Ghazan a scythe and took one up for herself. She never shirked from putting in a hard day, and their hands had been on with them for a few years now out of respect and admiration for her.
The day was a long one, but Su Yang had them work in shifts, and brought water herself to the field hands so they wouldn't suffer from the heat. She ran a fair ship and they all worked hard. At the noon meal, all ate standing in the kitchen, crowding it somewhat, and Ghazan took a moment to bring his mother her bowl, and sat and talked with her.
It made him sad his mother was so sick, but he was at an age where tragedy didn't exist. Yes, his father had died when he was younger, but he didn't remember it. And his sister would make sure nothing bad happened to them. Yes, life would continue to be good, even if he did work his small body hard.
The harvest was a grand success and the field hands were happy with the bonuses Su Yang gave them. Even the servants and cook had a nice hand-out and all agreed she was the kindest benefactor they could hope to work for. Ghazan was pleased at the whispered comments and smiles they gave his harried sister. Even she found a few moments to relax and enjoy some of their monetary gain. She bought them all new clothes and bedding, and even a night out to the local theatre to enjoy a play.
Ghazan had gone with Su Yang and Wang, his sister's head field hand, and he wondered if the older man was trying to venture to court her. But it was a fun night and the acrobatics and effects on the stage were incredible. They left in high spirits, and Ghazan wondered if earth bending could have helped edge the stage up when the dragon attacked in the finale.
"Ghazan! Look!" his sister put an arm around him and pointed. In the throngs of the county's people, he could see what looked to be an influential bender hob-knobbing with the crowd. A servant at his side held up a dramatized scroll of the bender with a title beneath.
"Behold the Earth Queen's Favorite! Master Sang the Magnificent," Ghazan read the characters. His sister looked pleased.
"You've been keeping up with your characters. Very good. But don't you know what that means? He might be staying to teach earth-bending! Come on, let's find out for you," Su Yang urged. She pushed forward with the crowd to reach Sang's side, Wang keeping a protective arm over her shoulders.
Ghazan followed more slowly. The earth bending master looked kind of mean. But when his sister shook his hand, he laughed and exuded compliments for her. As his sister went over a monetary fee for his taking up in his class, Sang swept his eyes over Ghazan's skinny form, and bantered easily with her.
Master Sang was indeed setting up in their county, at least for the season. He was opening his school to teach earth benders in the area and the fee wasn't so bad, Su Yang explained later at home. She looked so happy, Ghazan couldn't imagine saying no. He was expected to report to his school first thing in the morning.
"But what about the farm?" Ghazan wondered. "Don't you need me to earth bend the channels tomorrow?"
Su Yang laughed and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry about that! You'll be learning from a real master, all the way from Ba Sing Se! When you get back, you'll be even better than before. Wang agreed it was best and he's going to push the others to work extra hard while you're gone. We have the money for your school. Go on, you deserve it."
Ghazan was touched she would spend a portion of the harvest income to enroll him into a master's school, and he was resolved to go to bed early. He would do his best.
The next day dawned bright and Ghazan was already on his way down town. The dirt streets were wider once he left his family's farm and his neighbors were already about their errands, rumbling along in their chicken-horse drawn carriages.
"There he is! Come in, come in," a servant called at the open doors of the school. Ghazan handed him his jacket and stepped over the threshold into the building.
The common room was enlarged and other children were lined up. Master Sang stood at the front.
"Welcome, children. I am Master Sang, specially picked by The Earth Queen. And we have much to learn. First, basic stances."
Ghazan assumed the same stance Master Sang took up, same as the other children. He was beginning to feel happy going through the forms until they were lead to the dirt field behind the school. There they could earth bend with ease and not risk destroying the building.
But when Master Sang raised up a fist-sized rock, he hurled it at the child beside him. Ghazan was too shocked to catch her as she fell. As she lay screaming in pain, Sang raised up another few rocks and held them in midair.
"Forms! Raise the earth!" he commanded. Ghazan bent his head, long hair covering his face. He bit his lip and raised his arms, legs assuming the stance commanded. The dirt raised up beneath his manipulation and a good-sized rock formed. With the proper form, the earth compacted easier, as easy as sand pouring through cupped palms. Before, it had felt like trying to fist that same sand to move where you wanted it to.
Sang walked up and down the line of children, shrewd eyes narrowed as he stared at their stances and made small knees quiver. Ghazan kept his eyes on the ground and said a silent prayer to the Spirits. When Sang stopped in front of him, he finally raised his eyes. Sang's eyes were narrowed, studying him.
"No. Stronger. Like this," Sang touched Ghazan's raised fist and adjusted his stance. One of his hovering rocks slammed suddenly into his side and he sagged to one knee. It hurt worse than being kicked. Ghazan struggled to breathe as Sang walked casually to the next child.
"NO! Stronger!" he screamed to the next child. Ghazan stayed down until Sang came back and forced him to his feet. The world began to spin before his eyes at the sudden jerky movement.
"And don't be sick on my feet!" Sang screamed. Ghazan pursed his lips but vomit threatened to erupt. He turned his head and spewed onto the dirt. Sang brushed a hand along his fine coat and raised another rock. Ghazan had the breath to scream when it slammed suddenly into his shoulder.
The day was a brutal one. As the sun began to set, Ghazan staggered home. Instead of walking up the main road to his house, he took the side road to the fields behind. Wang was sharpening the scythes on a whetstone and looked up, surprised when he spotted Ghazan making his way to the well.
"What happened to you, Ghazan?" Wang set down his scythe and stood up. He peered down into the boy's face and opened the front of his tunic. Ghazan bit his lip when the man's eyes widened. There were darkening bruises all over his torso and shoulders.
"Is earthbending really this hard to learn or did you lose a match?" Wang wondered. He brought the boy over to the well and drew up the bucket.
"I don't know," Ghazan stammered. "I learned some forms and it feels easier. But it's only the first day! It has to be better than this."
"I think I should tell your sister. These are going to take awhile to heal," Wang said, dampening a rag. He leaned in, inspecting one of the bruises. Ghazan yelped.
"No, don't tell her. I'll get better. Master Sang is the best. It has to lead to something better," Ghazan said. When his sister came out of the back door from the kitchen, Wang didn't say a word and Ghazan hurriedly clasped the front of his tunic.
He shouldn't have been so generous. It did not get any better. In fact, it got much, much worse.
All day long, screamed at by Master Sang. All day long, felled by rocks and dirt. He ate so many pebbles, his gums were lined with grit.
"Mountain stance! Again!" Sang would scream. Like clockwork, Ghazan would extend his legs and raise his arms with the other children. Several were getting twitchy, himself included. He was barely getting any sleep. He could still hear the Master screaming in his head at his family's house. And it might just be his imagination, but the dirt beneath his bare feet kept getting hotter and hotter.
'It has to be the sun,' Ghazan panted one day. Beads of sweat broke out along his brow and neck. 'It's making the dirt hot.'
But his bare feet, caked with dirt up to the ankles and bleeding more often than not, were feeling the heat. Sun or not, the dirt beneath him, and only him, seemed scorching to the touch. A child beside him shifted form once and yelped out loud, confirming that it couldn't just be in his head.
'It's hot….really hot!' Ghazan glanced down to his bare feet as he shifted form and winced. 'What's happening?'
"GHAZAN!" Droplets of spit showered across his brow. Ghazan bit his lip to keep from screaming. He flicked his eyes up beneath a curtain of his long hair. Too late, the Master was standing right in front of him. One of his servants was plastered to his side, fanning him with an absurdly huge leaf fan, as the day was hot.
"Yes, Master?" he whispered. His bare toes dug into the dirt. It really was getting hotter and hotter and he could feel beads of sweat forming on his brow. One broke free and cascaded thinly down his cheek.
"The day may be hot, and the dirt will heat up, but never bow! Never bend! Never…..ah!" Master Sang sprang back from Ghazan's stooped form, stepping up as if he were burned. Like his students, he was barefoot to feel the earth. His reaction to the imagined heat beneath him spun Ghazan's mind in crazy arches. It wasn't just him; it wasn't just the student behind him. Was he really doing this? He wasn't a firebender so why was the earth heating beneath him? This was crazy!
"Master, I!..." he began, reaching forward. Master Sang slapped him away and fisted a hand. A chunk of stone formed up and slammed into Ghazan's side. He whuffed and knelt down. When he braced one hand down to support himself, his fingers felt almost singed. He hissed and pulled his hand up.
Sang was staring at him in a very strange way. He ran a hand through his long hair and adjusted his robe, sufficiently at a good distance from Ghazan's feet. "Forms!" he commanded.
The children marched down the dirt fields, moving from one stance to the next. They moved tracks of earth between them as they moved. It was getting easier, but for Ghazan it was only getting hotter.
The afternoon sun began to descend in the sky before Master Sang dismissed the class. Ghazan lined up with the other children to accept their coats from the servants inside, but Master Sang laid a large hand on his thin shoulder.
"You will stay," he commanded. Ghazan looked up into the Master's hooded eyes and gulped.
"Yes, Master."
The other children left and the servants closed the front doors. When they laid the door bolt across the two doors, Ghazan had a very bad feeling. One laid out a tea pot and single cup on the table in the corner and they departed to the kitchen.
Master Sang stood towering over Ghazan and stared down at him. Ghazan chewed his lower lip, not breaking eye contact. What was this about? Sang strolled down to the table and poured himself a cup of tea. He lifted the small cup to his lips and sipped slowly. When he finished, he set the cup down hard on the hardwood table. It made a loud clink.
"What you were doing with the earth today….." he began.
"I don't know what happened, Master. But I can….."
"Shut up!" Master Sang slapped his hand on the table. Ghazan jumped. "I don't know what that was, but it was not proper earth bending! Are you sure you are one?"
Ghazan bit his lip and lowered his head. His long hair pooled over his eyes. "I am! I can do the forms and move the earth!"
"I have no room for firebenders in my school, Ghazan. Show me you can earthbend." He commanded.
Ghazan looked around at the large main room of the building. "In here?" he asked. Sang nodded and gestured empirically with one hand.
"Now. Show me why you should be taught by me."
Ghazan assumed a basic stance and bit his lip. The dirt floor of the building rippled beneath him as he moved. Sang pursed his lips but otherwise he didn't move. Ghazan was almost done with the basic kata when Sang stood up and began spewing obscenities.
"Your stance is passable, but your style is horrendous! Earth bending is strength! How else will you move the earth? Of all the students I have TAUGHT!..."
Here, Sang smacked him and Ghazan raised an arm to cover his head, stunned. "YOU ARE THE WORST! YOU WILL NEVER BE AN EARTHBENDER IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY, YOU…"
As Sang intensified in volume and intensity, Ghazan's mind went white at the edges. His anger and stress rippled around his bare feet and the earth floor around him tinged red. Whatever was going on, he was going to be fine with it, his body decided. It wasn't going to hurt HIM.
Sang noticed the earth beginning to smoke and backed up to the table. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I DIDN'T GIVE YOU WORD TO!..."
Ghazan looked up through his hair and raised his fists up toward his head in a swift motion. His knees widened and he lowered his stance as the earth erupted into fire. Sang began to scream when the explosion of firey earth rippled toward him and licked the edges of his long robe. He tried to run away but Ghazan stomped with one foot and the ground cratered beneath his feet. The fire that erupted from below arched toward the high beams of the ceiling and Sang was engulfed.
Ghazan stared at the swirling firey pieces of earth and a crazy minute later, he lowered his hands. Sang's badly burned form hit the suddenly cooling ground and the fire disappeared at his calm stance. He did it….he really did that….. his crazy circling thoughts spiraled back to the form of the Earth Queen's favorite as he lay moaning into the dirt.
So he wasn't dead. But Ghazan might as well be. He forgot his jacket and unlatched the front doors, running away into the night. He had to get home….he would know what to do when he got there.
Wang greeted him when he ran up into the back fields, but Ghazan ignored him. He ran past, through the back door into the kitchen and down the hall.
"Su Yang! Su!" he managed to call. Zong passed him with an armful of blankets, cocking an eyebrow at his disheveled appearance.
"What's wrong, Ghazan? Your sister is with your mother. I was just changing her bedding…."
Ghazan didn't bother to thank her as he would have in the past; his sense of self was changing after that act of violence and he didn't know into what. He slid the door to his mother's room open and stepped in quickly.
Su Yang was sitting on the edge of their mother's bed, holding her hand. She looked at her brother from head to toe, taking in his shaking, sweating form. He stood bent over his knees, trying to catch his breath from his hard run from danger. Su Yang put their mother's hand down, trying not to wake her. She stood up and touched Ghazan's shoulder.
"What's the matter, Ghazan? What is it?" she whispered. Ghazan took her hand and pulled her to the hall. He couldn't bring this before his sick mother.
"Sis….I…." he gulped, trying to catch his breath. He kept wheezing. Su kept her hand in his and waited patiently.
"Do you need any water?" she asked. She tried to turn him toward the kitchen but Ghazan stayed in place, holding her there. Su's eyes filled with sympathy. "Ghazan, just tell me, what is it? You're scaring me."
"Something happened," Ghazan gulped. Bright spots formed at the edge of his vision. He rubbed his other hand across his eyes. "I…. Master Sang…. I think I hurt him, Su."
Su Yang gasped and took him down the hall to her room. She slid shut the door and grasped his shoulders. "What do you mean? Is he okay? What happened there?"
Ghazan looked miserably up into her widened eyes. He hung his head. "I think I can lava bend….my earth bending was doing something strange and I let it after today. I hurt Sang bad and I don't know if…."
There were noises of activity at the front door of the manor and they heard Zong greeting whoever had arrived. Su Yang and Ghazan locked eyes. She set her jaw and took his hand, leading him down the back hallway to the kitchen.
Zong's voice raised from the front of the house. "You can't go back there! The mistress will decide if you can! Sir! Sir!"
In the kitchen, Su Yang took down a sack and filled it with buns and other food staples. She filled a canteen of water and slung it around his neck. Ghazan kept staring at the hallway, certain Sang's interlopers would erupt into the cozy room any moment. Su Yang grabbed his hand and yanked him to the backyard. She closed the kitchen door behind her and handed him the sack of food.
"You're going to have to leave, brother. Don't worry, once the commotion dies down, come home, PLEASE. Mom's not doing so well and it would just kill her if you were arrested," Su Yang drew him in for a tight hug. When she pulled back, Ghazan saw tears running down her cheeks. His heart dropped into his stomach. It was a literal physical hurt; he felt his guilt throughout his being.
"Su?" Wang walked up from the servant's cottage. He looked perplexed. Su bit her lip but asked him to bring out a sleeping bag and any other tools he could spare.
"Ghazan's gotten into some trouble. He's going to need it," she confided. It touched Ghazan their oldest field hand didn't even question her but did as she bade. When he handed Ghazan his worn knapsack and rolled up sleeping bag, he watched him, eyes sad.
"Come back soon, Ghazan. I'll watch over your sister and the house until you do," he said. Ghazan noted his sister's cheeks flush pink at his words and knew he could trust the man.
"Thank you, Wang. Please, watch over my sister and mother. I'll be back. I promise," Ghazan said. Tears stung his eyes but his rubbed his wrist over them as he turned to walk away, sack in one hand, knapsack over his shoulders. He slung the sleeping roll under his other arm and hurried off into the woods.
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Ghazan never made it back in time. Sang's position with the Earth Queen was not unfounded as his county crawled with her Dai Lee and law enforcement for months, then years, searching for the boy who had injured poor Master Sang so badly that he had died from his burn wounds. Ghazan couldn't go back. When the heat finally relented it was a few years missing from his life when he did have the option to return.
He went back once the Dai Lee left, but their mother was dead. Su Yang had married Wang and it seemed a proper match. The manor was kept up and his sister was taken care of. The stifling guilt never left him and when Su asked if he would stay, Ghazan had refused.
By then he was traveling with Ming-hua. They were still months away from meeting Zaheer at that point but they were in trouble with the law already. It wasn't their fault they physically attacked anyone assaulting someone with their bending needlessly; their faces were painted on wanted ads by most local magistrate all the same. In many Earth Kingdom towns, they saw them and had to keep a low profile.
Ghazan blinked and the years snapped back to the now, as he rode with his comrades and their prey.
The gates to the manor were opened and all of them rode in unencumbered. 'Amazing,' Ghazan thought as they dismounted and servants took up the horses from them. 'No one stopped us, no one knows where we are.'
"Close the gates," he commanded. The servants bowed and the tall wooden doors were clanked shut. Ming-hua laughed and shook her hood back. Her long hair flowed free. Ghazan found himself staring but then one of her water hands slapped him in the face.
"Must you always do that?" he wondered, wiping his wet mustachio. She gave him a hard look.
The child pushed her own hood back and leaned close to tall P'li. "Where are we?" she wondered. She thought about asking for her parents and Naga again, but at least the tall woman was nicer than the water arm woman.
The water arm woman stared at her now. Korra bit her lip and pressed her face into the side of P'li's robe.
"Quit scaring her, Ming-hua," Zaheer teased. Ming-hua retracted her water arms back into her canteens, but continued to stare. Korra tried not to whimper.
Ghazan walked closer to Korra and pushed his hood back. The child stared up his tall figure into his smiling visage. The corners of his mustachio dipped upward when he smiled and they fascinated her.
"P'li will begin your firebending, but we are going to be earthbending together. Won't that be good?" he asked gently. Korra nodded slowly and stared at his tattooed arms when he pushed his sleeves up.
"You're a teacher too?" she asked curiously. Ghazan nodded and extended a large hand down. Korra edged from P'li and eased her small hand into his. His banded blue tattoo arched down his wrist and onto the edges of that hand. She wanted to run her fingers over the inked image to see if it ran off.
He smiled when her small fingers did just that, rubbing over the edge of his large wrist. "Yes, I am a very good earth bender. You will get only the best with me."
As the young Avatar entrusted her hand to his grip, Ghazan knew he would not be a cruel teacher. He would be better than he had gotten. But that would not mean that she would be getting any special treatment.
But useless punishment would not be enforced by him.
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End Notes: Yes, it took me over a year to update. Moved from another state, started a new job in my field and had a lot going on adult wise. Finally, I went back to my writing. "The Legend of Korra" is superb animation and I always rewatch the things I love. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Drop a line if you do.
Sincerely, pen
3/16/2016
