Chap 1. A new world
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own the legend of Korra
Author Notes: -Hi everyone this is my first Fanfic, so please be kind 😊
This is most likely not going to be everyone's cup of tea, as the OC character will be very strong. With enough raw power to match Korra, so please keep that in mind while reading. I also know that I suck at writing so any constructive criticism is welcome
The feeling of weightlessness had taken Noah by surprise. He hadn't been falling, or rising, just... suspended. The sensation was otherworldly, unfamiliar, almost disorienting. A flicker of panic ignited in his chest, but he forced it back down with a focused breath. There was no time for fear, not in this strange, impossible place.
Gently, he blinked his eyes open. His heart nearly leapt from his chest – below him stretched a vast, vibrant city unlike anything he'd ever seen. Buildings rose in a hodgepodge of unfamiliar styles, a mishmash of materials and designs he couldn't place. Smoke stacks puffed languid clouds into the sky, mingling with sleek airships and strange contraptions that looked like mechanical birds.
Noah had only about a couple of minutes of wondering before an intense pressure began building behind his eyes. Noah gasped, the world tilting alarmingly. "What...what's happening?" he choked out, his voice barely a whisper above the nausea washing over him. His stomach lurched, and before he could react, his body surged towards a nearby rooftop. With a panicked cry, he found himself on flat terracotta rooftop, the ache in his skull transforming into a blazing inferno of pain.
He landed gracelessly, vision swimming as an onslaught of images ravaged his mind. They weren't just flashes anymore – they were lives. A robed figure battling a monstrous, scaled beast amidst a crackling thunderstorm; a warrior bathed in silver energy, a large man shooting a massive beam of that same silver energy, their form mirroring his own, wielding it against a shadows that devoured stars; glimpses of a thousand universes, each more fantastical than the last.
"No, no, no..." He whimpered, the name 'Dragon Warrior' echoing in his thoughts, a title heavy with the weight of countless lifetimes. It wasn't just a responsibility, it was a cycle, a mantle passed down, one soul to the next. These visions weren't memories, but echoes...fragments of his predecessors.
The searing headache throbbed with each revelation, reaching a crescendo that threatened to tear his mind apart. "Stop, please!" Noah cried out, fingers digging into the rough rooftop tiles cracking it. Then, slowly, agonizingly slowly, the pain began to ebb. Each receding wave felt like a gasp of fresh air after nearly drowning.
He collapsed to his knees; the world still hazy around the edges. His heart hammered against his ribs as he surveyed himself. The faint tendrils of silver light that had curled around his knuckles moments ago now crackled visibly, a potent, tangible energy – aether. This...this is what I am now? He wasn't just seeing what this energy could do, he was a living conduit for it, the echo of warriors long gone.
Stunned and overwhelmed, Noah could only grapple with a sliver of the truth now laid bare. "How...how in the world..." He'd been chosen. A multiversal guardian, blessed with immense power. His world had never included dragons or spirits or other dimensions, but now, impossibly, it did. One pressing question filled his mind: how on earth (or any other earth) was he supposed to handle this and where the hell was he?
Day One had been chaos disguised as wonder. The headache, the visions, the surge of otherworldly power coursing through him – it was enough to send anyone reeling. Noah found the most absurdly safe place he could think of: a sprawling park filled with those comically large, cartoonish bushes.
It wasn't perfect, but it was private. Over the next few days, a strange routine emerged. He'd wake at dawn, stiff and sore, and stumble out in search of whatever scraps of food careless picnickers left behind. Then, the experiments started.
"Okay, let's try...whoa!" His first attempt at super speed ended with him faceplanting into near a startled squirrel frog thing. "Note to self: ease into it"
The strength was even more volatile. He accidentally uprooted a small tree while trying to test his limits. "Whoops…let me just put this back down" he looked around hoping no one had seen him. On the plus side, the silver aether energy seemed to sing to him. It buzzed beneath his skin, responding to his will more easily than his own body.
"Let's see if I can do that glowy hand thing..." With a focused thought, he willed the silver aether to gather in his palm. A searing beam shot out, blasting a crater in the side of a stone fountain. "Okay, maybe a little focus," he muttered, sheepishly eyeing the damage.
Flying was the real treat. The first few attempts had him pinwheeling wildly through the air, but with each day, it felt increasingly natural. The city became his playground – he'd zoom through narrow alleys, soar over rooftops, the wind whipping at his face as he practiced tight turns and loop-the-loops.
Despite his growing abilities, a constant undercurrent of anxiety gnawed at him. He moved like a ghost, unseen and unheard. The sights he witnessed from his vantage point only deepened the mystery. Cars that looked like they were pulled from a 1920s gangster flick rumbled down the streets. Yet, the people moved and dressed in a mix of old-fashioned and strangely modern styles.
The biggest shock? People casually manipulating what looked like the elements. A blast of fire ignited a streetlamp; an old woman effortlessly levitated a heavy basket with a flick of her hand. Okay, so fire-slingers and water-wizards are just… a thing here? Guess I need some answers
It was time to end his self-imposed isolation. He had powers, a rough idea of this strange world, and a stomach that currently doubled as a protest rally. But as he stretched, a shiver ran down his spine. During his self-induced training montage, he also caught a glimpse of his reflection in a puddle – a stranger stared back. His once-black hair had taken on a silver sheen, mirroring the energy he now wielded. His brown eyes, once unremarkable, now glowed with an unsettling gold. Even his body had changed. Gone was the average build he remembered, replaced by a sculpted physique he'd never imagined possible. He looked good, undeniably. But It didn't make him happy If there was anything it was confirmation he was no longer the same Noah. He was something else. If he ever got back with his family recognize him would his world recognize him filled in with unease but he had always been someone who excelled at looking to the future never wallowing in the past it doesn't matter what he is now he is still Noah and now it's time for some answers just so where the hell is he?
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