Writing the first REAL chapter to Legend of Kira. I was pretty bummed about the lack of reviews but I shall persevere!
Korra hadn't taken one step out of her room in the Air Temple before she was bombarded with streamers and confetti.
"Korra, Happy Birthday!" exclaimed Bolin, holding a rectangular cake in his arms—with the help of Mako—that looked as if it could feed all of Republic City.
"Not now, guys," Korra said sullenly as she pushed past them to head towards the coast of the island.
A sharp whistle from Korra was the only warning given to Bolin and Mako as Korra's polar-bear dog, Naga, came rushing from her room to follow her master. In the process, Naga effectively knocked over Bolin and Mako, resulting in the cake collapsing on the two brothers. Mako was the first to emerge from the cake mountain on top of him and his brother, swiping cake from his face, hair, and signature red scarf.
"What's her problem?" fumed Mako, finally standing and dragging Bolin out of the cake. "What, no 'Thank you,' or is the Avatar too good for that?"
"She hasn't told you two?" came Tenzin from inside the temple, followed by the very pregnant Pema.
"Told us what?" asked Bolin, licking frosting from the reachable places of his body.
"It's not just Korra's birthday today, it's her sister Kira's too. I can't believe she never told you two that she had a twin sister," commented Pema, affectionately rubbing her stomach.
"If Korra has a twin sister, why hasn't anyone heard of her?" asked Mako, searching the cake pile for the yet-to-be-found Pabu.
Tenzin and Pema looked at each other before looking at the two brothers. Their faces were solemn and the air around the four had become thick with tension. Tenzin tenderly wrapped his arm around Pema before speaking.
"Well, you see, boys, Kira was kidnapped when she and Korra were only four years old. No one has seen her since; no one even knows if she's alive."
A whip snapped sharply against the scarred back of a pale 17-year-old girl. She hissed harshly and glared at the whip-holder before continuing her work at scrubbing the tiled floors of her personal Hell. She muttered angrily to herself while she angrily scrubbed at the stubborn stain that mocked her for the past five minutes.
The girl's chin was roughly pulled, forcing the girl to look her tormentor in the eyes. The man who had grabbed her held a smug smirk and he "tenderly" brushed her hair to the side of her face, making her recoil in disgust. He growled and tugged her chin roughly again, bringing her closer to his repulsive face.
"Still fighting, huh, girl?" asked the man in a coarse voice, harshed by years of smoking and yelling loudly. "What keeps you going? Thirteen years, you've been here. Why are you still fighting?!" Each phrase was emphasized with a sharp tug of her chin or even the tightening of his grip. Amber eyes glared back at the green eyes of the girl, who glared daggers at her tormenter of thirteen years. "Answer me!"
The young girl's quick reply was to spit directly in his face.
"Argh!" exclaimed the man, shoving the girl away. "You little brat!"
Before the girl had time to scramble away, the man had already grabbed her wrist and yanked her to her feet. He shoved her harshly against the nearest wall, holding her up by her throat. The girl clawed at his meaty hands, desperate for air. He sneered in smug triumph and gripped her throat tighter, threatening to crush her windpipe.
"Why do I even keep you around?" With that, he effortlessly threw her to the ground and walked away from the girl who was now coughing and choking at the feet of where he was previously standing. "Pfft, weak, little girl. Oh, and happy birthday, Kira."
The door slammed shut, enclosing the girl in darkness.
Still short, huh? But I'm getting there! Tell me what you all think, please. REVIEW.
-alice
