Korra had failed, she had not just failed herself, but the entire world. She had ran away to the Earth Capital and she didn’t want to bother anyone. She didn’t know that the day or time she was in. But she was just glad, it was away from Republic City. She wasn’t even aware of the time shift until she had noticed that things here in the Earth Capital were a little different. But she didn’t care that people didn’t recognize her as the avatar that failed. In truth, she was perfectly fine with this.
She got herself a job as a Mixed Martial Arts Fighter in the earth bending underground. It didn’t pay much…But it was enough for the past few weeks that she was able to get a small loft in the city and stay low key. The fight tonight was pretty brutal, she had lost. Little did she know that someone in the stands was watching her. She had felt the presence as someone that she had known. But it was impossible… She collected her earnings and then limped gently to the exit where she started to heal herself before making her way out towards the streets of the city.
Then she heard a voice she never thought she’d hear again. Avatar Aang.. Not just with him as a child, but as an young adult. Her eyes widened briefly and she then started to walk past him as she just wanted to get this night over and done with so she can prepare for the coming weeks and stay just that… a nobody….“I am sorry…I think you have me misconstrued with someone else.”she said as she passed him as she was tired, sore and exhausted. Korra just wanted to go back to her loft and collapse and heal before the next fight in two days. It wasn’t as she made it about a block away from him, that she started to get lightheaded and leaned on the wall as some flashbacks started to occur. But she lowered her head trying to shake them away and to recompose herself before continuing forward.
For the past few weeks, Aang had been feeling off.
It was a hard sensation to pinpoint, and an even harder reason to locate. Nothing had happened for the reaction that he could remember. He had simply went to sleep one night and woken feeling horrible, a scraping, uncomfortable combination of dread, depression, and foreboding. A pulling, sinking feeling that made him feel halved.
It’s anxiety for the wedding. Was what his friends told him. You’re still upset about the rebel attack. You just need sleep. Maybe you’re sick.
No reason drug up any solution and no amount of meditating seemed to fix it. He had hoped it was nothing more than a natural shift of emotions, that he would be better soon. By the third week, though, he had started to feel rather consumed by it all.
So, when he had passed the Earth Bending wrestling arena that night, and felt a surge of life close to something familiar, he couldn’t ignore it. He stared at the decrepit building for a long while, listening to the muffled cries and cheers.
Why had he suddenly seemed to click back together, quite literally. Standing there, staring at the building, he felt he could think clearly again, feel clearly. He almost even felt the tug of a smile from the sheer relief of it.
And maybe that was what pushed him inside. What made him sift through the crowd, uncomfortable, hot, sticky, trying to avoid jeering shouts and cheering elbows.
Looking at her was like something he had never felt before. It was like seeing an old friend he thought had been dead, but even more. He felt he knew her, and staring at her, he felt that connection was somehow even deeper.
His fists ached with every punch she made, and each time she shot a wall of rock, he could feel the bending well up inside his own body. It was when she took a blow and he fell back, physically winded, that he knew something was wrong.
Knew there was a connection he needed to address.
“Hey!” he tried shouting throughout the match. His call never went answered over the crowd.
He turned over every possibility in his head while he waited impatiently outside to try to meet her. Maybe she was a spirit, taken human form. Or a spirit within a human. Or maybe the distant daughter of a past life who needed help now. When was the last time he had spoken to his past lives?
When he heard the door open, he shot up, expectedly. There she was. And there was the same flurry of recognition inside Aang, a nervous, swooping sensation.
“Hey,” he started, trying to keep himself from running at her. “That was some fight, huh? Listen, I don’t know you, but–”
And she snubbed him. He stopped, physically shocked by the sound of her own voice. He could taste her words on his own tongue like he had spoken them. Could hear her echoing in his head, something reminiscent of a memory.
The shock held him still for a long moment, and then, as she turned the corner, the dread began to settle back. He very clearly needed to speak with her, some spiritual presence was making that very clear. So, he raced after her.
And found her leaning against the wall, looking a little sick.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, carefully walking to her side. “That fight was a bit rough, huh?
“–Listen, my fiancé –”he still liked turning the word over–”is a healer. She can help you.”
He was only able to hold his polite smile a moment before learning forward, trying to get a better look at her face.
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