My head was pounding as my eyes opened groggily. As my eyes came into focus I saw nothing. Just silver walls. I was in a safe of some sort. I sat up, my whole body was sore. I put my hand on the wall, it was stone cold…I was trapped. Where was Korra? I tried to think back…I remember going to Tarrlok, I remember fighting Tarrlok… That's it. What happened after? Did we win? Well, obviously not I since I'm trapped.
The weirdest thing about this situation is that I didn't hear the voice, and for once my mind felt empty. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe the voice would know what going on…It does seem to know more than I do, Strange as it seems. I've never actually spoke to the voice myself, it's always spoken to me but maybe I could make contact with it. I sat cross legged on the floor of the chamber and tried to clear my head. My body was relaxed and I swam around in my mind, looking for something. Anything.
"Please save her!" A woman cried. "Please saver her Avatar, she'll never make it!" She was wrapped in her husband's arms. A small girl was wrapped in a bundle of blankets. Her noes was red, her cheeks flushed, she was shivering and sweating heavily.
"Avatar Aang, please save her." The man pleaded. "Kalani is all we have."
I gasped. What was that? It was like a story playing in my head…I recognized Avatar Aang… but the other man and women and the sick girl… Kalani is all we have. It rang in my ears again. The sick girl…That had to be me. Then the man and women were my parents! A single tear ran down my face…My parents left me when I was six, why did it seem they cared so much now? I had to know more. I calmed down and tried to re-enter my mind.
"Avatar Aang, please save her." The man pleaded. "Kalani is all we have."
"I don't know what to do. My wife is the best healer in all the tribes and she can't do anything. We've never seen anything this bad. I'm sorry but I don't think Kalani will make it."
"That's it?" The women shouted. "You can't just leave her like this!"
"I'm very sorry. But there is nothing we can do. If you'll excuse me, I must be going." Avatar Aang left the room.
The women started balling into the man's chest. "How can he do this to us?" She was crying wildly.
"Mommy?" I small voice said. She was wobbling on her legs that could barely keep her up. She was eerily thin. "Mommy, what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong my love. C'mon, let's get you back to bed. You shouldn't be up." She lifted the little girl into her arms and carried her to her bed.
"Mommy, my tummy hurts." The little girl said into her mother's shoulders.
"I know, darling, I know. But you'll get better I promise."
It wasn't until I left my mind that I realized I was crying. My mother obviously loved me; she couldn't have left, she wouldn't have left me. And I obviously didn't die…I'm her now. This just didn't make sense…I had to go back. My eyes closed once more.
The man and women were sitting on the floor of their igloo, candles were lit around them.
"Are you ready?" The man said. The women nodded. They took each other's hands and both took a deep breath in. The waited for a moment, then the candles went out abruptly. The room went pitch black; it was like they were sitting in nothing. A voice filled the room.
"You've contacted the spirit world for a reason, what do you want?" The voice was cold; there was no one else in the room.
"Please help us…The Avatar couldn't…you're our last chance. We'll give you anything. We'll give you everything!" The women cried out aloud. The voice was quite for a short moment then it said two words.
"Very well." The room's floor started moving, as if liquid. The man and women soon started sinking into the ground; they reached out for each other but had no luck. The floor engulfed them. They were gone, Taken into the spirit world.
The black room lighted up. The girl eyes slowly opened. The color returned to her face and she stopped shivering. She got out of bed; she looked like a perfectly healthy little girl.
"Mommy? Daddy?" She called out. But she was quickly brought to her knees holding her head.
"Your mine now Kalani…We will do great things together."
I remember that day! That was the day the headaches started, that was the day I first heard the voice…the voice saved me, if it wasn't for the voice I would have died. But the voice also took my parents away from me. I didn't know whether I should thank it… or fear it… Now you know, Kalani… I saved you Kalani. When you were sick I healed you. When you were alone I was with you. Now you know… I did know. My parents didn't leave me willingly, they did but because the loved me. I was crying silently. But a shrill scream took me out of my thoughts. Was that Tarrlok?
"Free the avatar, and her friend." I knew that voice. My head started hurting. But I knew that voice anywhere. It was Amon. "Don't underestimate either of them. Electrocute the box to knock them out first." I was paralyzed with fear. True to his word, I felt the electricity flow from the outside through the metal straight into my body. I screamed in pain. I laid there on the floor. "Open the gate." Two Equalists open the gate and pulled me to my knees roughly. They grabbed at me and held me down. They brought me around and kneeled me right in front of my Amon. It was like looking into death itself. My mind was racing. It was like the voice was growling.
I looked around, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. There were two metal chambers. Korra must have been in the other one. I saw them opening the door, before they could grab her there was a huge blast of fire. Korra survived the shock! As soon as she came out she was face to face with Amon. I thought she would crack, but she didn't.
"Nice to see again Avatar." She said nothing. She shook the ground beneath all of us, and then burned down the wooden walls. The flames quickly took over creating a smoke screen. I felt someone take my hand, it had to be Korra and we both weakly ran for the door. We left the shack that we were in and tumbled down a snow covered hill. As we fell though we saw a masked figure come out of the shack. Amon survived. His figured slowly faded away, as we fell. We slammed into a tree and fell hard. Neither of us were getting up. We were done for.