-A Friendly Reminder—

Oni

Korra opened her eyes and scanned her empty room. There was no one. She knew the voice. Daya was here.

"Daya," Korra said softly. Daya walked out of the darkness.

"Time is running out," Daya said.

"No, look. I have them. I have these Clasmas. I've been stopping them. Please, just tell me what these are so I can…"

"Enough, Korra. Maybe if I call you by that name you'll listen. This rubbish, it is not important. It is nothing to me. You hold remains. They won't help you. Nothing will. There is only one solution, you know what that is."

"Why can't you just tell me what this stuff is?"

"I have told you. They aren't important. Remains of a failed existence. I do not concern myself with this race any longer. It is only another tool of your own destruction."

"But, if I can get rid of it…"

"Foolish child. You don't even know what you are speaking about. You try and compress your history of violence into a single object. You try to destroy this single object to make up for centuries of failure? What you hold will not help you. You know the only thing that can save your race."

"I'm going to fix it, Daya. I swear, please, I am going to stop this. I know this has something to do with it," Korra held up the Clasma.

Daya's eyes glowed green. "Time is running low."

Korra understood.

"Do not go back on your promise, Oni."

Promise. Korra had never made a promise, except that she would try and make things right. Was that really her promise? Was Daya starting to believe in Korra, or was she referring to another promise? A promise that this person Oni had made?

What a friendly reminder. A good wake up call. It was still dark out. It had been a few days. Enough rest. Korra took one of the boxes and climbed out the window. She climbed to the top of her building and looked in the general direction of Lin's apartment, strategizing which path to take.

An easy trip was laid out before her. Korra jumped across rooftops, climbed up water spouts, and scaled the tall buildings to make her way across the city. Lin's apartment was on King Street. The sun was rising. Lin was an early riser.

Korra quickly jumped down through some scaffolding areas and made her way to Lin's window which was open. Lin was awake, but Korra realized this too late. As Korra perched herself on the window sill, Lin walked into her bedroom, armor on, and spotted Korra.

"You!" Lin said, not recognizing it to be Korra. Korra fled, but Lin followed her to the roof. The chase ensued.

Korra found that Lin was very good at tracking her. She scaled the buildings with ease and never let Korra out of her sight. They sped up walls like spiders. Korra still held onto the box as she slid under air ducts and jumped down fire escapes. Lin wanted her.

When she was separated from Lin by a building, Korra showed her blade and stopped. Lin stopped and laughed, "Oh, you are making the wrong choice if you are trying to fight, my dear criminal."

"I'm not trying to fight," Korra said. The clothing over her face also distorted her voice to make it unrecognizable as well. "I have something you have been looking for."

"Yeah, you. You are what I am looking for. You've had some hand in this. In all this crime. I've seen you hopping across the rooftops over the past few weeks trying to get involved with this whole mess. We don't need any more trouble."

"You don't know what you're dealing with…"

"Oh I don't!? I always thought I was the only one! Oh my mistake, I'll let the person with the two swords and secret identity solve everything then."

"Look," Korra said. "I have something you want." Korra opened the box. The sun was starting to rise.

"What is that?" Lin asked.

"This is Clasma. It is what all these mobs are fighting over." Korra placed the box on the ground and kicked it to slide it over to Lin. "I'm giving some to you. I don't know what it does, and not many people seem to know either, but maybe if we work together we can figure out what this is and where it came from because…I think it is really dangerous."

Lin picked up the box. "Don't get any ideas about working together. You're the one they call Oni. I've seen your name, and it's going to stop once I stop you myself. Bringing you to justice would definitely be a start in solving this ordeal. Then Graft and all those boneheads would see what their city is coming to." Lin looked at the box again and decided to not to chase after Korra as she ran off.

"But thank you," Lin said under her breath. The last thing she needed now was to be seen working with a supposed criminal that Graft's government was talking about. Lin returned home.