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It's kind of a short one this time around, but I hope you enjoy regardless.
CHAPTER EIGHT: CLEARED STATUS
Raava watched overhead as Korra walked along below, oblivious to her presence.
She had been racking up her courage to talk to Korra again. Her words had rung in Raava's mind ever since they had been uttered:
"I never want to see you again!"
So she had been hovering quietly above the girl, trying to find her voice.
Korra, she finally called.
Korra whirled around, a fire in her eyes. Raava could tell that her brief trek in the life of a fugitive had nevertheless changed her somewhat. Hopefully she would revert back to her normal self once she was welcomed back.
"Raava?" she said, expression changing from surprise to rage. "Haven't you done enough already?"
Korra, I'm truly sorry for what I've done, Raava answered.
Korra snorted. "Yeah, 'cause 'sorry' will cut it. Maybe if you somehow convinced Beifong I didn't do it—"
I did.
"Wait, what?" Korra's eyes widened in disbelief.
Yes, Raava said. She then convinced Raiko to get rid of your criminal status.
"That's—that's great, Raava!" Korra cried ecstatically. "Thanks!"
Raava remained silent. She remembered what Beifong had said. "You are aware that you will have to pay the consequences, spirit or no?"
But it was worth it. She had put Korra in this mess, and it was time that she payed for her actions. She turned and flew away until she was but a speck in the starry sky.
Korra smiled again and ran in the direction of the Republic City skyline.
She was no longer a criminal. Surely everything would get better, just this once.
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"...with Chong's inauguration tomorrow morning, President Raiko has made a stunning move in declaring Avatar Korra innocent after she had been accused of destroying a factory far to the east of Republic City. His reasons remain unknown. An unnamed messenger has been sent to tell the Avatar—"
"NO!"
The radio was flung through the air. Before it hit the ground, a blast of fire incinerated it. Its cinders fell to the floor.
The man turned to a portrait of another man, with short blonde hair and a jovial expression. The man put his hand on it and closed his eyes.
"I will avenge you, old friend. I swear."
The portrait remained unmoving, only a shattered memory of a happy life cut short.
Korra did this. And Korra had to pay.
Once he got into power, he would teach her some discipline. Running rampant, murdering innocent people—this was unacceptable.
The man turned, his long blonde hair flowing like a cape behind him. He would be getting into power very soon. And he wouldn't make the same mistake Raiko had.
Justice needed to be served.