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Just a Dream

"What do you mean?" Korra asked getting more and more tired by the moment, "Something to live for? What exactly do you mean?"

Korra groaned when she looked over her shoulder and saw that the statue was more than half way complete. Even she knew that if the spirits finished before she was able to get her spirits back together then she would truly die. Nothing would be able to bring her back at that point.

"We all have a reason to live." Aang began; he knew this was going to be hard for her since she was a very hard headed person and did not like to admit her weaknesses. But she had to realize that love, and affection is not weaknesses. "Do you have someone to protect? Someone that when you get near them you instantly relax? Someone that even your spirit yearns for? Someone that is worth the risk?"

"Worth the risk…" Korra whispered under her breath, her head jerked up. "I need to leave now."

Korra clenched her eyes closed, took a breath, and with a tight grip on the statue she was leaning on, Korra clawed her way to her feet. Although her hands were covered in blood, the blood did not seem to stick to the statue; as if there the spirits made sure all of the statues stayed in the best condition. Korra took another deep breath as she slowly lifted her right leg and as gently as she could, she placed her foot on the ground. Once her foot touched the cold wet ground, a flash of pain shot through her body, her leg collapsed from underneath her and she felt herself falling towards the ground.

Korra quickly clutched at the statue, and with a painful scream she harshly slammed her right foot back on the ground to keep herself up. Aang had started to lung forward to catch her from falling; Aang walked over and helped Korra balance herself out.

"Korra, you are in no condition to try and go out into the world." Aang said in a chastising tone as he took a step back, his arms out ready to catch her as if she was going to fall again. Korra's head had been down, but with his words her head snapped up and she glared daggers in his direction.

"I have a reason to live. I am not going to stand here and allow that reason to slip through my hands."

"Korra! Korra, answer me!" Zaheer yelled as he gently shook Korra's lifeless body in his lap. "Please, wake up…" His voice beginning to sound broken as it slowly faded to nothing.

Zaheer pulled Korra's body up to his chest, and he clung to it as a little kid clings to his blanket. He rested his head in the crook of her neck as his body began to shake. He would say he never shed a tear over the young Avatar that day, although he would be right, his body shook with dry and violent sobs for the beauty in his arms. Through all the scrolls he has read, he could not think of anything that could save her. Zaheer cursed her, he cursed the spirits, but most of all he cursed himself and placed all the blame on his shoulders.

Zaheer slowly lessened his grasp on the young Avatar, but did not let her go. He just allowed her torso to move a couple inches away from his own so he could look into her eyes. Her eyes were now open; her eyes were rolled back into her head but they flickered between the normal white of the eye to the glowing icy white color when she went into the Avatar state. Her eyes were filled with fear, it did not matter what color they were; the fear in her eyes was enough to scare any man. Zaheer did not know exactly what he felt for this girl in his arms, but all he knew was that he could not lose her. The world and everyone on this spirit forsaken world needed her.

"I'm….. so….scared." Zaheer could barely make out the words that slipped through her lips, but he never heard her sound so weak before.

This meant that she was alive, barely, but she was still alive and fighting as hard as she could. He took a deep breath to calm himself, he could not lose composure for too long; he gathered the young Avatar in his arms bridal style and slowly stood up. With one last look at the girl who laid lifelessly in his arm, he and the girl disappeared into the air leaving no trace behind them.

When they reappeared Zaheer was standing in a grass field with nothing but a circular hot spring lines with beautifully carved stone. The symbols of the elements were carefully carved into the thousand year old stone, with beautifully crafted marks and writings around the symbols. Around the stone there were four large rocks almost touching the tree tops surrounding them. One of these rocks had the water bending symbol carved in it with water overflowing from the top of it and into the grass beneath it. One had the air symbol carved in it and once could see the gusts of wind surrounding the pillar with green leaves almost dancing within the wind. The one with the earth symbol carved in it had vines coming up from the ground to surround the stone pillar with a single white lotus flower in the middle of the vines. The last had the fire bending symbol in it and lightning scorched the stone as it erupted from all cracks of the pillar.

Zaheer slowly walked over to the hot spring and looked into the waters, well at what seemed to be water; the water was clear as clear can be, but it had what looked like large tea leaves within it. The mist coming up from the springs spiraled up and danced with the stars hanging above the two. Zaheer slowly made his way to his knees and gently laid Korra in the waters. Once her skin touched the water, the water turned a teal and began to shine brightly. Korra's body gently floated on top of the now gently swaying waters.

Zaheer stood up and took a couple steps back, silently praying to any spirits that were listening to his petty prayers. With a blank look on his usually dim face he watched as Korra's torso lurched up out of the water as her eyes widened as they glowed a bright white. A white beam came out of each of her eyes, and her mouth as it was just as wide as her eyes. Two strangled gasped escaped through her lips and then the water turned clear once again.

Korra's torso hit the waters with a huge splash as some of the water leaped from the pools and into the grass. Her eyes turned their normal blue and rolled back into her head as they fluttered closed. Zaheer froze for a moment, as Korra's body, as if it had become dead weight, started to sink into the pools dark depths. Zaheer's whole body began to rock with fear as, for just a moment he watched her head go under to the point where he could barely see her. He no longer cared about controlling his emotions as the emotions swam throughout his mind and rage over took his whole body. Zaheer quickly started to run towards the pool; he pushed off the balls of his feet to propel himself into the pools.

As soon as his feet left the wet grass, something began to rip him away from the pools. Zaheer yelled and try to fight his way to Korra, but all he could do is watch her drift farther down as his own fear ripped him away from the spirit world.

When Zaheer opened his eyes he was sitting in a meditation pose on his bed in the airship. Zaheer's breath became labored as he became more and more angry and disappointed at himself. With a loud yell he stood up and flipped his mattress over. Another yell ripped its way out of his throat as he grabbed the edges of the bookshelf and ripped it from its hinges. Books flew from the shelves as if they were trying to escape this man's rage. Storming over to his desk, with a loud grunt, Zaheer flipped his desk over on its side.

All of his pent up rage was finally being released, as he was still trying to escape the burning sensation in his throat. He tightened his jaw as he felt it begin to tremble with the risk of looking weak. Letting out a heart wrenching sob he turned and smashed his fist against the wall. He was so lost in his own anger that he couldn't hear the threatening footsteps of his partners above him. Panting, he rested his head up against the wall, trying to choke back the whimpers that were clawing their way up his throat.

Stalking over, he picked up a large wooden chair over his head and flung it at the ground as hard as he could. Watching as the wood splintered all around the ground; Zaheer let out a dark chuckle as he pictured how he looked.

Another heart wrenching wail left his lips as the wind began to spin around him. Zaheer fell to his hands and knees, as another dark laugh slipped through his lips. The wind began to whip around him faster and faster as he kept banging his fist into the metal floor. Soon he had created a tornado around him; all of his rage kept the wind speeds increasing by the second. The winds picked up books, chairs, large pieces of wood, and anything else it could and whipped them across the room. The sounds of books hitting the walls began to sound the loud beat of thunder in the worst of storms. The wind breaking the light caused it to flicker resembling lightning lighting up the blackened sky in the dead of day.

Korra used all the energy she had left to locate where Zaheer's spirit had been located; it took her a long time. Mostly because he was in the spirit world for a great deal of time, but she did not know this. Once she was able to pin point where he was, a great deal of energy filled her body, as if she gained a part of her soul back. She did not feel a hundred percent better, because it was not a lot but enough to get her to Zaheer and enough for the spirits to stop building. No one would be able to see her unless Korra allowed them to see her, so she kept herself hidden as used the walls of the airship to help her make her way to Zaheer.

Korra needed to let him know how she felt, and even if she didn't make it, he needed to know. She found love where it wasn't supposed to be; she found love right in front of her, right in front of her in the battlefield. Korra could feel her heart beat begin to slow down; her steps became more clumsy as it became a fight to even keep her eyes open. It was so quiet, and her body was beginning to feel so cold. Every breath filled her chest with frost as she made her way to where she felt Zaheer's fire.

She could see P'Li and the others standing by the door where she could feel Zaheer's spirit; his spirit felt more troubled and it felt as if something bad was going to happen. Korra pushed herself towards the door, until she could hear P'Li tell the others to leave, that she was going to handle it. Once the other two had left P'Li made her way to stand in the doorway. Korra made her way next to the door way, out of breath she rested her head against the wall right before the door.

"I guess I still love you, Zaheer." P'Li whispered so quietly that Korra could barely hear her. A small grin appeared on Korra's face as she closed her eyes; he doesn't love you, he loves me.

Through all of the muffled noises Korra only made out a little bit of what Zaheer was saying, "…I love you too."

Korra's breath got caught in her throat as she heard the words echo in her mind, with teary eyes she let go. Her body fell to the ground as she gave up the fight; just like porcelain, she broke as she hit the ground praying to the spirits that this is just a dream.

"You really are gone. I never even got to tell you." A loud strangled roar left his mouth as he clenched his fists till his knuckles turned white.

Zaheer was so lost in his mourning he didn't notice anyone else around him. He only wished that he could see that smile one more time; her laughter played like a melody in his mind and another sob left his body.

As if the young woman who he yearned to see was there with him, he whispered four words before he allowed his body to rock with every emotion that was hitting him, "I love you too."