AN: And now back your your regularly scheduled programming. I'm back. Did you miss me? I missed you. The land without internet is a dreary place. Anyway, I have a couple of notes.

I'm amazed by the number of prompts I've gotten. I have enough prompts to last me at least a couple of weeks. And I'm so glad that you guys have enjoyed reading these as much as I've enjoyed writing them. However, for the sake of my sanity, I must close prompts until Friday of next week. I'm beginning to lose track of which ones I have and haven't done and I don't really want to miss anybody.

I want to fill all of your prompt requests. So if you've requested something, I'll more than likely get around to it eventually. Because I have so many though, it might take me a while. I'm not doing them in any particular order because I don't want to spend too much extended time on any one person's prompts. I will do all of them, just not in order or all at once. Also, sometimes I just have inspiration to write one of the prompts I've been given. so I do that one immediately.

On that note, I'm requesting you hold off on prompts until the end of next week. Just know that you won't be short on new chapters.

Requested by Jokermask18

Korra meets Koh

Korra knew about Koh. After the four nations achieved peace, Aang had some help writing the history of previous Avatars as well as brief knowledge of the spirit world. As an Avatar who struggled with connecting to her spiritual self, this was especially important information for Korra. Not that she was one who particularly enjoyed reading. But she valued the information she received from the texts and referred back to it often in her younger years when spirituality seemed like an impossible achievement.

She'd always found the stories of Koh most disturbing. The tale of Avatar Kuruk and his lost love. Aang had even faced the demon spirit. He'd come out of it unscathed. But Aang was so controlled. Korra was the farthest thing from controlled and she feared the very idea of facing Koh (not that she'd ever admit it).

She supposed that she shouldn't have been surprised that she had to face the beast spirit eventually. That the survival of her friends and family depended upon her ability to remain impassive.

Even after learning to air bend she hadn't mastered spirituality. Not really. She only scratched the surface. So how could she face Koh, a fear she knew she had to face?

She stood before the demon spirit's lair, a dead and long forgotten wind stirring the hair on the back of her neck. She wondered if Aang had felt this paralyzed before he'd confronted the spirit. He'd been but twelve. She was well past that. She told herself she wasn't afraid.

But then a nagging voice in the back of her mind reminded her that it was okay to be afraid. She just had to accept that she had the strength to overcome that fear. Internalize it. Make it her wall.

She planted her feet, soaking in the drained sepia landscape. Korra took and deep cleansing breath, in and out, her hands rising and falling with the motion of her chest. The face is just like any other part of the body; the muscles in it function just as carefully and precisely (if not more so) than any other muscle. Korra was capable of controlling her muscles so precisely that she fought with decisive and powerful movements. Some of the things she performed in combat required extensive control and training of the muscles. Any wrong move could seriously injure herself or someone else. The muscles in the face, she rationalized, could be treated in the same manner.

It was with this in mind that she schooled her expression to stony impassivity. Her bright eyes, usually full of fire, grew dull. Her lips, usually pursed in a characteristic pout, drew thin. Her face was blanker than the day she was born.

And so she entered the den of the beast.

"I wondered when I'd see you here." Korra's muscles tightened, but her expression did not change as the arachnid beast twisted around to greet her face. A woman with a devilish smile grinned back at her, a taunt.

"Tell me about the spirit that's been following me." Korra demanded, her voice betraying her more than her face. She reminded herself to relax, letting her muscles roll and uncoil slowly as she stared unfailingly into the faceless beast.

Koh changed, an elderly man's face taking the woman's place. "Ah yes, the messenger. He's an old friend of mine." The old man's grin was toothless.

"The messenger." Korra responded, waiting for more.

"The messenger is a harbinger." His face changed again, a sabertoothed moose lion roaring in her face. She blinked but did not flinch much more than that. "He brings tidings from the spirits. Spirits more powerful than I, I am afraid. I cannot say who. It's against the rules."

Korra resisted the impulse to narrow her eyes. "Rules?"

"You will find, young Avatar," He paused, the pale face of a child looking down at her from his squirming body above. "that the spirits are quite the secretive bunch. I am only an oracle. A medium if you will, between you people and the higher spirits. I can offer you no more information than this." His face changed again, the pouting lip of a teenager not much different than her looking back.

"Hmm. Well, thank you for your help." She turned to leave, her lips wavering a little now that she no longer stared him in the face.

"Do smile a little the next time you come to see me. I'd love to add a face like yours to my collection." Koh called back, his spindly body falling back into the shadows.

Korra hoped, muscles aching and heart racing, that she'd never be forced to seek out his help again.