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The few airplanes that survived our raid were controled by us. I flew the plane, following Iroh's directions to the Red Island while he blasted fire at all the equalist planes that already took off before we had a chance to destroy them. It was really easy to fly the plane, just like back in the twenties, the good ol' days. The only difference was that all these controls were labled in Asian hiroglifics. Thankfully, Iroh helped me translate a ton of stuff, so I knew what each term ment and which one was which.

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"I'm impressed." Amon purred as he turned us around. "No one has been able to resist me like that. It's almost regretable that I have to take that power away." he stated, getting Mako in position. "...Almost."

I heard Korra groan and struggled to look. "K-Korra..." was all I could say.

She looked up at me, then at Amon and Mako, snapping her eyes open. "NO!" she yelled as she punched and a gust of wind interupted Amon from his task, it also pushed us out of the way and distracted him long enough for us to regain our will.

He looked up at her. "...Impossable!"

"...Not that I'm complaining, mon cher," France stated. "...but...what was that?"

"...I can...airbend?" she asked herself looking at her hand. England, France, and I looked confused. As far as we knew, her bending was stripped from her somehow. Though we weren't sure how it happened, I was greatfull as she stood tall and blasted him out the window and into the bay.

All his followers were on the docks, yelling at Korra when Amon landed in the water and his mask drifted off to sea. Were they in for a surprise when he came back up in a water funnel, his scar, or should I say face paint, washed away. They all were muttering and gasping in dibelief as he retreated off in the ocean.

We all got to the South Pole where Korra used to live and waited axiously for the answer. After hours of waiting, an older woman came out with a hopeless look on her face. "There's nothing more I can do. Korra can still airbend, but her connection to the other elements has been severed." The said teenager walked out of the room, shut the door, and walked out with her coat with her eyes down, not daring to look at us or even speak. Mako was the only one that followed her as I turned to England.

"...Just take us home." I stated. "We'll solve our problem some other way." England looked reluctant, but nodded as he left to another hut and started to draw the star.

By the time he finished, Mako and Korra came back with smiles. "I know what to do." she stated as everyone followed her to some stadium with large boulders.

Once there, she walked up to an old woman with two scars on her right cheek and placed her hands on her chest and head. After her eyes glowed, she removed her hands and the woman stood. As she raised both her arms, the boulders levitated before she dropped them with grace and smiled at her. "Thank you."

In the end, everyone was happy. Korra's war ended, Mako got his girl, I kept my sanity, and America got a kiss from Asami. Maybe I should rethink his hero logic after all.