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"Just to let her breathe"
"….and she just forgot?" Tenzin whispered to Mako as they both looked down at the sleeping Korra on the couch.
"She was fine until I said 'Zaheer'" Mako said rubbing his arm, he was putting a lot of the blame on himself, and he was not happy that Korra couldn't remember him. He had a hard enough time getting her to trust him enough for her to allow him to bring her back to Tenzin. "Then Raava spoke and then Korra fainted."
That had caught Tenzin's attention. His eyes grew wide and spun quickly to face Mako.
"What did you say?' Tenzin said speaking very fast, "Raava talked to you?" Mako nodded as he thought back, 'What did she say?"
"She said something along the line of 'She will not remember until she is healed'." Mako said glancing back down to Korra.
"This is good news!" Tenzin exclaimed with a huge smile on his face, Mako raised an eyebrow at the older air bender. Mako could not see how Korra forgetting him could possibly be a good thing. "This means that Korra and Raava did not separate! She is still the Avatar! Raava is just trying to mend Korra's soul before she allows Korra to remember the pain that ripped it apart to begin with. She is trying to make sure that Korra is strong enough."
"Of course Korra is strong enough!" Bolin exclaimed as he walked in the room with his arms in the air, "Korra is the strongest person that I know! And one of the most powerful benders that I know!"
"Bolin that is not what he is talking about." Mako said shaking his head, sometimes his brother could be bright, but other times he could be really dense.
"Korra is, no questions asked, a very physically strong person." Tenzin explained, "She has always struggled with the spiritually side of being the Avatar. Raava is making sure that Korra is strong enough mentally and spiritually. This means that Raava does not believe Korra is strong enough yet. Raava must think Korra is decreasing if she keeps causing Korra to forget."
"Well, how can we help until then?" Asami asked as she delicately placed a small hand on Mako's shoulder. Mako did not even shift his eyes off Korra for a moment at the sudden contact.
"Mako said that it was triggered when he said 'Zaheer', so we cannot mention Zaheer, the Red Lotus, or anything involving her being the Avatar until she is fully healed." Tenzin said casting a heavy glance at the sleeping woman.
"There must be a way!" Zaheer yelled as he grabbed the book he was currently reading and flung it across the room.
With an angry groan he began to rub his temples trying to calm himself down. He never allowed himself to show so much emotion. Ever. This Avatar was digging herself under his skin; he already admitted that he loved her. It was a wonder feeling to be able to not wear such a heavy mask, but it has been so long that he had forgotten that he had emotions at all. This feisty young woman had lit a fire underneath him and it was no longer winter all the time.
Zaheer grabbed yet another book off the top of one of the many tall stacks of books that had found themselves on this desk. Zaheer had asked the President to let him stay in the President's bunker, and since the President was always more than willing to help their cause, the President said yes. So Zaheer found himself reading all the books he could find that could possibly help him save Korra.
Zaheer has yet to calm himself down enough to travel into the spirit world; there was way too much emotion in his mind and body to allow his soul to cross over. Zaheer hasn't had time to go into the spirit world anyways.
"Ugh!" Zaheer yelled as he flung yet another book against the far wall; there was beginning to become a pile of books by the far wall.
Zaheer had already read over three hundred books and scrolls within the last six days; he was reading nonstop. He would only take breaks to go to the bathroom, he would have a servant bring him in food, and he would take one hour naps every twelve hours. He didn't wish to sleep, but his body was barely keeping him awake as it was.
With a sigh Zaheer pushed up against the desk and slowly pushed himself out of the chair. Stretching for a moment, he decided to get some food himself today. It would give him a chance to think, and maybe meditate. That was Zaheer was planning on doing, but as he began to walk towards the door something made a crinkling noise. Zaheer lifted his foot, and he saw an old scroll on the ground still bound and sealed. With curiosity filling every bone in his body he bent down and picked up the old scroll.
Zaheer took the scroll to the bed room that he had picked; when he reached the room he gently laid down on his back. He gently and carefully untied the single ribbon that held it together and unsealed the scroll. Careful not to rip the scroll, he opened it and began to read the fading words.
Once during a time when the earth was simple, the Sun shone brighter than anything. The people were grateful and rejoiced every time the Sun shone. He brought them joy and warmth, he was even the source of their warmth.
But he was lonely, all by himself in the vast skies. He would look down at the people dancing in his radiance and wonder if he was simply destined to a life of solidarity. That was the price he paid for being the brightest, he reasoned.
Then there was the Moon. As the Sun grew weary and began to disappear, she would rise into the sky, flanked by millions of stars. Her radiance was a sad kind of beauty, one that went unnoticed as the people slept. The Stars watched her with wish fullness, hoping that one day they could get close enough so she wouldn't feel so empty. But they couldn't. The Moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights.
Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow. How he wished to see her move than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But the Moon was untouchable. During the summer he would stay a little longer just to get a glance at her face before he stopped breathing just for her.
"Go," he whispered to her one of those nights, his voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning. "Go and fill the night with your light. I will die, just for you to breathe. For you and I have decided fates. I illuminate the day, and you cast a glow on the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all the people believe, all they know"
The Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night just to let her breath.
Zaheer shot up in the bed as the words hit him like a brick. He knew how to save Korra and he just hoped that it wouldn't cost him his life. Zaheer rolled the scroll back up, even retied it, and placed it on the small nightstand next to the bed.
Zaheer took a couple deep breaths and tried to allow his emotions to simply slip away. It took longer than he would have liked, but Zaheer felt each one of his emotions slip away one by one. As soon as he felt that familiar coldness, Zaheer took a deep breath and let his soul slowly begin to seep out of his body.
When Zaheer opened his eyes he found himself by the pools where he has last seen Korra's soul, well half of her soul. Zaheer took a deep breath, stood up, and made his way to a small table carved of stone beyond the hot springs. On this table there were three incenses burning; that was all the tiny table could hold. Zaheer kneeled down in front of the table and picked up the middle and tallest incense. Zaheer began to almost draw something with the small stream of smoke coming off the incense. When finished drawing the symbols of Raava, he placed the incense back into the holder.
Raava appeared in front of him, but in a human form. The real Raava must still be in Korra, this must be just an image of Raava. A part of her, not the whole one. She had a very royal yet warm aura around her. Her hair was the blackest of black, cascading down her back. The front of her hair was held back in a small bun, held with a small white broach that sitting hear the back of her head. Raava had fair white skin, rose red lips, and it seemed as if she had the tattoos of her markings beginning on her upper chest. Raava wore a light blue kimono, lined in a white trim, and tied together with the finest of white silk.
"Why have you called me here?" Raava's voice boomed throughout the lands.
"I wish to save the Avatar." Zaheer said with a strong and steady voice, looking up into Raava. She was beautiful, so perfectly white and innocence shinned through her markings.
"Are you not the one who is trying to stop the Avatar cycle for good?" Raava questioned the air bender.
"I was, but I no longer can go through with the plan. All I wish is for her to become whole again." Zaheer said with emotions swimming through his eyes, yet a calm look in his eyes. Raava walked closer to Zaheer and went in his face, and did not move as she spoke.
"A soul cannot be sewn as simply as a tunic, it needs to take time or even another soul to repair it." Raava spoke as she turned away from Zaheer, "You are not willing to do that, so there is nothing you can do. She will heal, over time."
"I will." Zaheer spoke with strength in his voice; he took a step towards Raava, she couldn't leave so soon. Raava turned to face the man who seemed so determined to save the young Avatar.
"You realize that this will take your bending away, air bender?" Raava said growing nearer to Zaheer. Zaheer was a little taken back, would he be able to live without his bending? He had lived without it, but now he seemed to need it more than ever.
"You may take it."
"You feel strongly for this Avatar? She is a strong one, a very strong will; she is still young, but very wise. I am touched. But before I do this you must be warned, that she will not remember the times you spent together. Korra will only remember you as how she knew you from being the Avatar. A cold hearted man who is only out to kill her. Can you accept loving someone and only seeing hatred in their eyes when they look back?"
"I would die, just to let her breathe." Zaheer said raising his head to meet her powerful yet loving gaze.
"The story of the sun and the moon…" Raava whispered, and smiled just for a moment as if she was thinking, herself, of someone she loved yet could never be with.
Raava's face went serious as she walked towards Zaheer until they were only a step apart. Raava placed her right thumb on his forehead and her left thumb over is heart. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When her eyes reopened they were glowing white, and with another deep breathe from Raava, Zaheer opened his mouth letting out a silent scream of pain. Raava focused deeply on pushing herself, mentally, within this man's soul to find the part that was mostly air bending so she would do the least damage. A tear fell down Raava's face as her face twisted up in focus and pressed down harder on those pressure points. Raava mentally grabbed his soul, swiftly and precisely she ripped his soul in half and carried it out with her. This time Zaheer let out a powerful scream that seemed to freeze the whole spirit world.
Raava pulled her hand back and now in her hands a single white lily. Raava watched with a saddened expression as she watched Zaheer fall to the ground with his eyes shut. Raava began to leave, but a tug at her heart made her turn around and kneel down next to the former air bender. Raava gently lifted her hand up to her mouth and pulled out a little air and pressed it into Zaheer's heart.
"Now you may air bend, but only when near death or when a loved one is near death or dead." Raava whispered before she stood up and disappeared into thin air. Soon after her, Zaheer's body vanished. Not a single soul to know what had happened there just moments before.
Korra yawned and slowly rolled herself out of her bed. As Korra made her way into the bathroom she began to strip her cloths and bindings until she was completely nude. With what seemed like the first of many sighs today Korra began to bath herself with the water from the bucket. She still avoided the large scar on her chest that seemed to have gotten redder around six days ago. After Korra was completely dry she made her way back into her room and began the slow and annoying process of wrapping her bindings on.
Once she was done, Korra turned towards her bed and saw a single white lily sitting on her night stand. Korra starched her head, trying to remember how the lily had gotten there. When she couldn't remember, she shrugged, and walked towards the lily. Gently she picked the delicate flower up and brought it up to her nose letting the calming aroma of the flower circle. For a moment Korra couldn't breathe, as if someone was holding her throat down, and as if someone was pushing something into her heart.
"Remember!"
Korra heard a woman's voice echo throughout her mind, and Korra's eyes went white as she began to hover. Memories flashed in front of her eyes, meeting the bending brothers, Amon taking her bending, her opening the Northern Portal, her and Mako breaking up, Zaheer trying to kidnap her, Zaheer kidnapping Mako and Bolin, and the gang sneaking into the meeting. As Korra was remembering her body was remembering how to bend all of the elements. Water began to swirl around her, as the air danced to almost a sorrowful tune, as earth rose from beneath her feet, and fire erupted from her palms.
Korra slowly descended to the ground and gently landed against the floor. Korra's eyes widened in joy and a huge smile erupted from her lips as she began to sprint down the hallways screaming,
"I am the Avatar!"