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atla-suki · 6 months

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sokka’s treatment in lok was astonishing tbh but i’m actually glad he was dead by the time the series started bc toph being a cop??? aang being an awful dad???? they would’ve ruined him and suki’s characters lbr.

as far as any possible kids go idk we didn’t meet suyin till book 4 we barely saw izumi i think they just didn’t want to make the new series be a atla reunion plus lok was only meant to be one season so they were making that shit up as they went along lmao. and back in 2012-14?? they didn’t know themselves what happened to sukka lmao.

sokka and suki are definitely the type to break up bc of long distance but then find their way back to each other a few years later especially as they settle into their roles in life.

while bryke definitely neglect suki and sokka to some capacity also they do have a soft spot for suki after bringing her back. many don’t consider her to be team avatar but they’ve stated they do so idk ! she shows up a lot in the comics which have obv been created post-lok and it’s been said that they’ll utilise it’s plots and characters in shall see in future projects (crane fish town becoming republic city maybe??? where suki currently is working?? and sokka later lives!!)

i’m p sure suki will be in it at some capacity anyway and that there’ll stick with jennie as she’s one of the few asian og va’s. she’s doing a lot of work atm for avatar studios.

also random but i literally found out today that it’s not bryke-confirmed that mai and zuko end up together. it was a comment on a panel by the old comic writer. it’s not technically canon. izumi is the spit of mai anyway but hmm! interesting!!

btw btw suyin’s father was def a sandbending outlaw who toph had a secret relationship with that couldn’t be public bc of her role as police chief x

oo big ask ok let me break this up into different paragraphs …

fist point - one thing i will admit about lok is that it fell short in incorporating the original characters into the new series in an interesting way with enough verisimilitude (realistic-ness) that it didn’t feel like they were just throwing a popular character into an episode for the sake of it. such as the whole ‘aang is a bad dad’ thing because they under-utilised him as a mentor figure to korra and instead focused on his supposed favourite son (i have thoughts on this re. aang NOT being a ‘Bad’ dad but i will make another post on it if u are interested (or have i alr made one? i’ll make another one.))

i have to agree that they would’ve probably done something shitty to sokka or suki if they were included. especially with the entire first season of lok being about bender/non-bender equality… i can just imagine they’d make sokka say something dumb about the equalist movement being 100% Bad instead of him actually supporting some of their completely valid arguments. idk. i’m sad there’s no sukka but at the same time…. quit while ur ahead yk.

second point - sukka long distance relationship is so real ESPECIALLY during their first few years together. i can see them just kinda calling it off because of commitment issues due to their work, etc. but not ever really losing feelings. they’d be endgame tho🥰

i can absolutely see suki being in upcoming projects! especially since she and the other kyoshi warriors expanded their reach across the nations - it would be hard to ignore them completely if we’re assuming they’re including comic canon into the universe. i hope jenny returns!!

third point - yeah! how crazy that maiko as izumi’s parents isn’t canon confirmed… though she’s so clearly mai’s daughter. i wonder if mai’s role will be expanded in upcoming projects / if she’ll be featured more. hmmm.

fourth - would honestly prefer this to the theory sokka is her father lol. it kinda baffles me that TOPH became a cop.. not bc she opposes authority - there’s something different about enforcing it than there is having to follow it. i can see toph in authoritative positions, and she fits them well. but i think it baffles me moreso because why would toph even work as a COP? isn’t that boring as hell for her?? go do something awesome like probending or professional underground fighting (adult blind bandit anyone?? this would make a good fic) or literally just construction idk i feel like toph isn’t a Hard Worker type that would want to be stuck in such a rigid career.

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emberbent · 4 years

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Book 2: Air | Chapter 5: The Link

Jinora and Lo Sang sat at their usual places at the breakfast table, the former gracefully nibbling at her porridge, and the latter springing upward on her air-skates and launching herself toward Shinza, who had appeared in the archway.

“We were worried about you! I’m so glad you’re back,” Lo Sang chirped, capturing Shinza in a tight hug. When she didn’t feel Shinza squeeze back as tight as she might have expected, she looked up into her student’s face. A storm brewed behind her eyes, and her mouth was set in a grim line. The young one reigned in her boisterous energy, releasing Shinza from her embrace and then catching sight of the fresh ink beneath her skin. “Oh, this is neat.”

Shinza felt a pang as Lo Sang let go of her, wishing that she hadn’t, but not quite feeling like she deserved such affection. How would they feel when she told them what had happened in Gaoling? Would they judge her harshly for her actions? She knelt and settled in her place at the table, graciously accepting a bowl of porridge as it came around to her. She portioned out enough for herself and then passed it onward, lifting the bowl to her lips and letting the steam meet her face.

“Welcome back, honey,” Jinora said warmly. “How was your trip?”

Shinza closed her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to take a bite of her breakfast, or even sit up straight.

“It… um,” Shinza started. She set her bowl down and sighed, shaking her head slowly. “I don’t know. I haven’t processed it yet.”

Lo Sang scooted closer toward her. “Did you meet the person from your letter? Did you get the closure you needed?”

Shinza turned to Lo Sang. “No,” she said quietly. “The meeting turned out to be a trap, and I barely got out. I’m so stupid… I never should have gone. I should have known better.”

“No, you’re not,” Lo Sang soothed. Concern made her white brows furrow. “What happened?”

“I got to the location where I was supposed to meet Yanyu, the woman from the letter. I was expecting that we’d talk face to face, and she’d apologize and make peace with what she’d done to me when I was a child. But instead, she hypnotized me so she and some Organization agent could kidnap me and turn me in to his leader.”

Jinora poured Shinza a cup of tea, pressing the little clay cup into her hands, encouraging her to get something warm into her body.

“Korra helped me wake up and fight them off, but I had to hurt them to defend myself. And even then, I wouldn’t have made it out of there if Xia hadn’t come in time. In order to save me, she killed both of them and burned down the building.”

The lines in Jinora’s face deepened with concern. “How are you feeling?”

Shinza brushed her fingers over the sore, healing skin of her right arm as gently as she could. “Grateful,” she replied with a quivering voice. “Without Korra and Xia, I’d be halfway to who-knows-where. I have no idea what the Org would have done to me.”

“What else, honey?” Jinora encouraged.

Shinza took a small sip of tea, already feeling the ginger quelling her nauseous stomach. “Vindicated. And guilty. I broke Yanyu’s arms so she could never do to anyone else what she did to me. And I think I should feel sorry about it, but I don’t. And I hate myself for that.”

Lo Sang lifted her hand to cup Shinza’s shoulder, but stopped short, not wanting to touch the painful-looking bruise and cause her pain. “You got justice for yourself,” she murmured. “It was hard and ugly, but in that moment, maybe you didn’t have a choice.”

“Maybe,” Shinza supposed. “But I hurt the Org agent, too. I burned his face so badly he’ll probably never see again. And I don’t think he even had any strong feelings about the cause he was working for - it was just a job to him. I don’t think he deserved what I did to him.

“And then he let me go,” Shinza continued. “Even after I burned him. He said he would give me a head start, but because he won’t have delivered me to his superiors, they’d be out in full force.”

“Shinza.” She reached her bony hand across the breakfast table, offering her soft palm. Shinza weakly took hold of her hand. The old woman said, “No Avatar was ever perfect. Many have had to do hard things, make difficult choices, to keep themselves alive and to do their job. This was no different.”

“I want to be a good Avatar,” Shinza murmured. Tears stung her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“It’s unavoidable, child,” Jinora advised. “In the temples, we teach that harming others or taking lives is wrong. But we are privileged, because most of us will never have to make such hard decisions as the Avatar will have to do.”

Shinza considered that for a moment; her tea had cooled enough that she drank the rest of it in slow sips. Her stomach unknotted. If Jinora and Lo Sang, the two wisest and morally correct people she knew, sanctioned her actions, then maybe she was justified after all. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what Amrit would think of all of this. Nero, too.

“If the Organization is after me like Nobu said they’d be, then I need help,” Shinza reasoned. “More help than what just Korra and Xia alone can provide.”

Lo Sang scrunched her face in deep thought. “What if…”

“What?” Shinza murmured.

“Master Jinora,” she said. “You said that the link to the Avatar’s past lives was destroyed when the Raava spirit was ripped from Avatar Korra, right?”

“That’s correct.”

Lo Sang looked up at Shinza. “What if you could restore the link?”

Jinora pondered that for a moment. “I have traveled through the Spirit World many times,” she said. “I don’t know that there’s a way to restore the link. But… I don’t know that it’s impossible, either.”

She glanced at Shinza with her glimmering brown eyes. “I suppose we’ll have to give it a try.”

After breakfast, Shinza and Jinora headed to the meditation circle. Lo Sang had wanted to join them, but being so young and so inexperienced with the Spirit Wilds, she’d been tasked with assuming Jinora’s seat on the council until the elder returned - a great honor indeed. Shinza was concerned that Jinora may be too physically frail for the trip, but she felt it wasn’t her place to say anything about it.

The two sat across from each other, encircled by the ancient carved stones. The fragrant smoke of incense wafted between them. “Have you ever been to the Spirit World?” Jinora asked.

Shinza crossed her legs and pressed her knuckles together at her chest. She thought of the spirit room, where she’d met Korra and Yeong for the first time. “I’m not sure. Maybe.”

“Believe me, you’d know if you had,” Jinora smirked playfully, settling in her place. “Before we go, there is something important you need to know. As the Avatar, you yourself are part spirit. The Spirit World is as much your home as the physical world is. Thus, it is your duty to keep the balance between the two and within the two individually. You are the bridge.”

Shinza reeled, taking a deep breath and exhaling.

“It’s a lot to take in, I know,” Jinora said. “You might have thought that just the physical realm was overwhelming. But if we succeed in our mission today, then you’ll have all the wisdom and guidance you could ever need from your past lives.”

What did she have to lose at this point? Shinza sat up straight. “Okay. I’m ready.”

They both closed their eyes, breathing deeply and evenly. A few moments later, Shinza opened her eyes, finding she was sitting in a grassy area that looked a little like the meditation circle, or the sitting area in the spirit room. But the sky, the air, the energy… it was all different. She stood up and looked around for Jinora, but she didn’t see her.

A young girl approached from behind, clearing her throat. Shinza turned to face the girl, who she noted was probably a few years older than Lo Sang; she had short chestnut hair and large, familiar brown eyes. “Shinza, it’s me.”

Shinza squinted. “...Jinora? How are you so young?”

Jinora gestured at herself. “This is my spirit,” she explained. “How I see myself in my mind’s eye.”

Shinza’s elegant brows arched, and a little smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth. “That’s… very cool.”

“Makes it easier to traverse the Wilds, anyway,” Jinora shrugged. “Just wish I could do this in the physical world. Oh, look! Here she comes.”

Jinora pointed in the distance at a figure that had appeared at the horizon line. Sooner than would have been possible on the physical plane, the figure appeared in front of them -- Korra.

“Hey!” the past Avatar exclaimed, ensnaring Jinora in a tight hug. “I thought that was you I heard. It’s your turn again, by the way. Nice move.”

Then Korra approached Shinza. “Hey,” she said, a little softer. “You doing okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Shinza replied, inclining her head toward her.

Korra’s vivid gaze swept over her. “Look, I’m sorry,” she said. “I feel responsible for the whole thing.”

“No, you were great!” Shinza contested. “If you hadn’t helped me out…”

“It’s my fault you were even in that position,” Korra explained. “When I renounced my role as the bridge between the two worlds, I cut off my link to the others. I didn’t think about how that would affect everyone who came after me. I’ve made things really hard for you, and I’m sorry.”

“Then maybe you can help us find a way to reconnect with your past lives,” Jinora interjected.

Korra smirked. “Spirit Wilds adventure?”

“Spirit Wilds Adventure,” Jinora replied sagely. “Let’s go. Shinza, stay close to us. Things in the Spirit World are rarely what they seem.”

Shinza followed Korra and Jinora, keeping a lookout, but not even sure what to expect. Overhead, rays of what might have felt like the sun, only without heat, shone down on them. Suddenly curving upward where it hadn’t before just moments ago, the horizon loomed above them in the distance. Along the path before them grew gnarled, fat trees of all different shapes, their twisted branches jutting upward toward the living sunlight. The sky above them breathed in - fuschia like dragon fruit flesh, and breathed out - vivid sapphire blue. Angular, translucent green mountains cut into the respiring sky in the furthest distance; in the field the three of them traversed were violet flowers, not moving on the breeze, but rather on their own prehensile stalks, gaping openly at the three as they walked past.

“It’s strange, I know,” Jinora said, sticking close by.

Breathless, Shinza took it all in, experiencing a level of simultaneous vertigo and deja vu that nearly stopped her in her tracks. A part of her, deep inside, took in the landscape with an unexpected joy. “It’s not strange at all,” she murmured. “It feels like I know this place.”

The three traveled onward toward the curving horizon. Alongside them, a school of stingray-like spirits drifted by, slowly and gracefully undulating their wings to propel themselves forward.

“So, do either of you know how exactly we’re going to restore the link?” Shinza inquired.

Korra let out a sheepish chuckle. “Uh… I mean, I kind of just thought we’d hike until we found some kind of clue or something.”

“I read something about a spirit once,” Jinora offered. “It’s called the Keeper. But… the book didn’t say much about it.”

Just then, Shinza felt a gentle tapping on her shoulder. Turning to her right, she nearly jumped out of her skin. A spirit walked beside her silently. It was tall - towering over the three of them; its amorphous, pudgy body, pale indigo in color, gave off a soothing lavender scent. Above the wooden mask of its face sprouted several leaves.

“Sorry, Miss,” it squeaked in a surprisingly small, childlike voice. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you the Avatar?”

“I am,” she replied, craning her neck to look way up into the spirit’s wooden face. It politely met her halfway, elongating its neck strangely. “My name is Shinza. What’s yours?”

“I’m a Kind Spirit!” it replied gleefully. Even though its mouth was still, Shinza could hear the cheer in its voice. “Are you here to help us?”

“I’m going to do my best,” Shinza replied. “Kind Spirit, can I ask you something? What do you need help with?”

It hung its head sadly. “The air is stinky in the physical world,” it replied. “We spirits liked it there at first, but now it hurts to breathe, and the humans are mean to my family. We moved back here so they couldn’t hurt us anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Shinza murmured in reply. “I know things are difficult right now. I’m going to do my best.”

The spirit’s little mouth grinned even brighter. “You’re a very nice lady. I want to help you, too.”

The distance between the three of them and the grove of trees the Kind Spirit had mentioned seemed impossible to traverse, but just as Korra had come from miles away in what felt like seconds to greet them, they arrived quickly at the edge of the trees.

“Everyone keep your guard up,” Korra warned. They entered the thicket of trees. The trees seemed to breathe here just the same as the sky above them did.

“This is the strangest forest I’ve ever seen,” Jinora marveled, glancing upward. Shinza followed her gaze, noticing the strange fruits that hung from the branches overhead, even larger than the melons that grew in the temple’s greenhouse. They looked like giant soap bubbles. Their iridescent surfaces swirled serenely.

“This way,” Korra called out. “The Kind Spirit said to look for a ridge; I think it’s just up ahead.”

They followed Korra uphill to the ridge, which looked out over a vast expanse of fog. Below them, the ground suddenly trembled. The three of them fell to their knees.

Shinza went on alert, steadying herself with one hand on the mossy ground. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” Korra replied.

The trembling picked up. The ground beneath them tilted until they slid back down the ridge, each of them hollering and desperately gripping onto nearby tree roots. “Hang on!” Korra shouted. But just as quickly as the earthquake began, it stopped. The three of them paused and then slowly stood, wary of another quake. But the ground seemed to have stilled for now. In front of them, the ground had reshaped into a massive, stag-shaped head, in the side of which blinked an enormous eye. Its pupil narrowed as it took in the view of the three women.

“Who disturbs the Keeper?” the gargantuan spirit communicated mouthlessly.

“I do,” Shinza blurted, before Korra could speak. “Great spirit, I’m the Avatar, and I need your help. If I’m going to protect your world and the physical world, and keep them both in harmony, I need to restore the link to my past lives.”

The spirit said nothing. Korra stepped up and opened her mouth to say something brash, but the spirit spoke again instead.

“We have waited for you, Avatar,” it said. “All of us.” Its giant eye looked upward into its own groves, which Shinza now understood were something like its horns. The bubbles, she realized, were not bubbles at all, but the spirits of the Avatars that had come before, kept safe in the Keeper’s grove. “I have kept them for you.”

Shinza took a cleansing breath and cocked her fist back --

“Your bending won’t work here,” Korra called, and then jumped as high as she could to try to knock a bubble out of the tree. Her fingertips just barely touched it.

“Jinora!” Shinza beckoned. “Can you get on my shoulders?” The young one raced over; Shinza knelt, and Jinora saddled herself on her shoulders. Standing, the two of them were just tall enough for Jinora to gently pluck one of the bubbles from the trees. It was much heavier than it looked, and instead of floating serenely downward, it fell to the ground with a wet, mushy sound. Nothing happened. Shinza knelt again and Jinora slipped lithely onto her feet.

“This is going to take forever,” Shinza sighed, and then implored, “Keeper! Please help us.”

The spirit obliged. Another earthquake, stronger than the last, rocked the grove. Then, the rumbling stopped, and the great spirit was still again. Shinza saw for just a second that the bubbles had all fallen from the branches. Then came a blinding white light. The sky flashed. The distant mountains sang.

The past Avatars emerged, thousands of them, lining up in a queue that stretched hundreds of miles out into the curving distance. Shinza wept, overwhelmed by a sense of utmost warmth and love that permeated the air and swirled around her. Beside her, Jinora and Korra clung to each other. “We did it,” whispered the young one. Korra kissed her temple and then broke away from her, taking her place near the end of the line. Avatar Aang, who was straightening out his robes, elbowed her jovially. “Hey,” he whispered. “Good to see you.”

From the edge of the treeline came a short, rotund figure with a long, gray beard, carrying baby Yeong. The man inclined his head in the direction of the group, offered a mirthful wink, and set Yeong onto his little feet. The boy toddled over to Korra, who coaxed him into his position. Then, looking proud and a little misty-eyed, Korra held out her hand to Shinza.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Take your place.”

With trembling hands, Shinza wiped the tears from her face and stepped forward. As soon as she fell in line beside Yeong, a light emanated from the head of the queue, quick and powerful as lightning. The eyes of each of the past Avatars in turn began to glow in succession until the light reached Shinza.

She was one with her past lives, one with Raava again.

“We are with you,” Shinza heard the chorus of voices. There were thousands, but somehow, she could pick out each one individually. She felt the feelings of each of them, remembered important moments from each of their lives. Korra learning spiritbending; Aang leaving his home in the Southern Air Temple for the last time; Roku perishing in a volcanic eruption; Kyoshi severing her island from the mainland and watching Chin the Conqueror fall to his death. On and on, the memories and feelings came. “We are one.”

“We are one,” Shinza whispered as Raava’s light receded from each of them back down the line. Aang leaned forward to grab Shinza’s attention. “Hey. He wants to talk to you.”

Shinza followed Aang’s pointing finger and saw that a young man was approaching. He appeared to be around Shinza’s age, with long, dark hair and copper-colored eyes. He wore the simple, modest robes of the ancient people of the Fire Nation - her ancestors.

“Hi, Wan,” Shinza murmured.

He smiled warmly. “It never stops being awesome meeting another fire-born.”

“It feels like we’ve already met,” she replied. It was impossible to fathom that he was standing here in front of her but had existed in the physical world some thousands of years ago. And yet she knew it to be true. Wan replied, “We have. You know all of us, and we know you.”

He cast his gaze to Korra, who was dabbing at the corners of her eyes. Wan patted her shoulder. “You made it right.”

Then he turned his attention back to Shinza. “Now you have the knowledge and memories of all of your past lives,” he advised. “When you master the Avatar State, you’ll be able to tap into the cosmic energy that connects us all. For now, I have a gift that may help you during troubling times.”

Shinza didn’t know what to say. This experience had been the best gift she ever could have received. “What is it?”

“Energybending,” Wan replied, bringing his right thumb to the center of her forehead and his left hand down on her shoulder. “You can use this ability to take away someone’s bending. But remember that only a lion turtle can restore those abilities, and there is only one left.”

He closed his eyes. Shinza’s body buzzed as Wan imbued her with the power of energybending. It felt as though he were pouring controlled, smooth liquid lightning into her. Then he was finished, and he stepped away. “If you need anything from any of us,” he said, gesturing at the line to his left, “You know where to find us.”

Shinza bowed deeply to Wan, who patted her shoulder affectionately. He left her with one last smile and headed off toward the horizon. Each Avatar in turn dissipated until only Korra and Shinza were left.

Jinora rushed forward, gesturing for a hug. Korra ensnared them both in a back-breaking embrace, lifting them both off the ground. “This was the most fun I’ve had in decades!”

Once her feet found the ground, Shinza smoothed the fabric of her tunic. “I don’t even know what to say. Thank you again.”

Korra grinned. “Anytime, dude.”

“I hate to say this, but we should probably get going,” Jinora pointed out.

The three of them said their goodbyes. Jinora and Shinza made their way back to the grassy circle and back to their bodies. The temple was quiet, and the lavender twilight sky twinkled with the first stars of the night. Shinza took a moment before she stood, curling her arms around her bent knees and taking it all in. She felt stronger and more capable than she ever had. As she gazed out into the distance toward the main courtyard, her fingertips remembered each time she had touched the marble archway.

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adoranymph · 4 years

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You know I’m really less than thrilled about a story when even the father-daughter hook isn’t enough to get me to fully invest in its entirety. And that’s how it is for me with Legend of Korra, the sequel series to Avatar: the Last Airbender.

And a shame too, because on top of father-daughter relationships in stories, I love sequel series and spin-offs. Or, I guess I should say, I do love the idea of them. The ones that I’ve had actual experience with are hit-or-miss and, like with anything, are only a hit for me based on how meretriciously they stand on their own as stories. To the point where I haven’t even gotten my first book published, the first book of the YA series I have planned, and already I have plot points and characters in mind for the next-gen sequel series. Kind of like imagining my grandchildren when I haven’t even had children of my own yet.

Avatar: the Last Airbender was yet another great series that I was one of the last ones to board the hype train for (at least of my generation I’m sure), for many reasons. Not because I didn’t appreciate it, because I love anything to do with working with the four elements (considering that’s what my own YA debut series is centered on), and never mind that it was only anime-esque, because that was still good enough for me.

But I missed out on watching it in full when it aired. I was in high school back then and just didn’t make time for it. When I did get around to watching it, through to the end of season one, I was so depressed by a plot point I was spoiled on (that being that Sokka was going to lose his first love, Princess Yue) that I stepped away from it. And that was back when I was brave enough to stream off illegal streaming sites on my laptop. Then I got wary of that practice, (barring resorting to find shows I can’t find anywhere else on those sites via my phone instead) and moved on to other things, anime, etc. With the passing of time, I knew that if I was going to fall hard for Avatar in the end, I wanted to do it on a legal streaming platform that I could watching on my laptop, not my phone. And, if I loved it enough, purchase a hardcopy of it.

If this was available all along, to this day, on Nick.com for free, then someone feel free to let me know. But, as far as I was concerned, I didn’t see my window of opportunity to binge it until Netflix brought it onboard their streaming platform this past summer. Yes, the series was also available for purchase through YouTube and of course there were the available hardcopies, but I was still hesitant to make that purchase until I had seen the show in full. Sometimes I take a risk on shows and buy them without seeing them first, and I hit a jackpot (like with the anime, Psycho-Pass), and sometimes I take that risk and regret my purchase (like with the anime film, Fireworks). In this case, even though I could smack myself in the head in hindsight, I decided to not take the risk until I was 100% sure, watch-through included.

So, stuck inside like we all are right now, I told myself, “No more excuses, you are finishing this thing.” Next thing you know, I’ve bought myself the full series on blu-ray (having been reassured that I loved the thing as much as the world promised I would) and I’ve rewatched it twice now. I freaking love it. And predictably with that love came the price of the “void”: that depressing post-watch feeling when it seems as though nothing will ever be as good again as what you just finished watching. When all you want is more, since you know you can’t ever actually reexperience the feeling of watching it for the first time.

Which brings me to Legend of Korra, which I had also heard about. And heard that it had issues writing-wise, and didn’t quite live up to the legacy of Avatar. And well, to be fair, expecting it to would have been a bit naïve. Rarely do most things in this world get their version of Rocky and Rocky II winning Best Picture at the Oscars back-to-back years.

I thought about watching it, going back and forth since before I had even finished the original series. I was happy to see that we were getting a female main as the new Avatar in the cycle, and, again, there’s that thing I love about sequel series, revisiting old characters marked by the progression of time, as well as seeing new characters, both the next gens of the original cast and new originals alike. I love seeing them rise and carry the torch that’s been passed onto them.

And in this case, we not only get a female Avatar, Korra, but she’s paired with character growth in part with her father, so there’s that father-daughter trope box ticked. Actually, we get two, with Aang’s son Tenzin, and his daughter, Aang’s granddaughter, Jinora.

Yet, I was also given to understand that the romance subplots were a complete mess, and then the overarching storylines in general were also somewhat botched in places. I mean, they name Korra’s first main love interest Mako (in honor of Mako, the actor who originally voiced best-uncle-in-the-universe Iroh in the originals series), and yet, writing-wise and romance-wise, he kind of gets the shaft from what I’ve seen. That aside, I wouldn’t have had a problem with the Korra x Asami ship itself, if it weren’t for how the writers got them together. That being not only via the worst kind of love-triangle nonsense from what I’ve been given to understand, but one that involves cheating on one person for the other because, “Oh, we have something more.” No excuses for cheating in my book.

All of this due, in no small part I’m sure, to Nickelodeon mucking things up (like you do) in hedging on allowing any of the show to be made, and then on whether there’d be more seasons, and with the writers, all the while, having to work with that uncertainty. One could argue that the best writers find ways to work around that to the point that those problems don’t show in the writing of the final product, but if there was all that grief, I give the writers some slack. Just the same, it was also enough to put me off watching the show.

And it still is enough. Barring everything else watchable in the universe disappearing and this being the only thing left, I, at this point, do not see myself ever watching it in full. At this point, I’ve watched a few clips and bits of episodes in the first three seasons, because I was still curious about certain things and I love free samples. But those things in connection with the rest of the story isn’t enough even now to get me to invest my time in watching the whole thing through when the series joins Avatar: the Last Airbender on Netflix.

However, I did in fact get something out of watching those disparate few clips and bits. And not just evidence for the case that Aang and Katara’s son Bumi clearly takes after both his Uncle Sokka as well as his own namesake, the “mad genius” King Bumi, or Zuko having a grandson named Iroh (and the fact that they had him voiced by Dante Bosco, who voiced Zuko in Last Airbender), or even the fact that now-old-guy Zuko himself is riding a bleeping dragon.

I got perhaps the most powerful and emotionally engaging origin story for a fantasy world that I can ever recall getting in any type of media. That being the story of Wan, the First Avatar, as told in episodes seven and eight in season two, Beginnings: Pt. 1 & 2.

I loved these two episodes so much that I keep playing the reworked Avatar theme, The Avatar State, from the Korra soundtrack, on repeat. And can’t get enough of rewatching the moment when Wan becomes the first fully realized Avatar. Barring the stuff with the present-day storyline of the show bookending the beginning of part one and the conclusion of part two, there’s a complete, and rather satisfying story here, made doubly enjoyable by anyone familiar with at least Avatar: the Last Airbender.

I didn’t need to (personally) watch the episodes prior to these two parts to understand anything that was going on or appreciate it any more than I already did, or what I’d already floating around about Raava, the Spirit of Good and Light and Peace and Sunshine and Rainbows, serving ultimately in part as the means to create the phenomenon of the Avatar and the Avatar Reincarnation Cycle. The change in art style to something reminiscent of the works of Hokusai’s woodblock paintings was beautiful, and Wan’s characterization was beautiful, from diamond-in-the-rough street rat just trying to get by to developing such a relationship with the spirits that he lays the foundation for becoming “the bridge between the human and the spirit worlds” that the Avatar is meant to represent.

A journey of a simple human who screwed up, and atoned for that through bitter work and forming a meaningful bond that would come to transcend millennia, all for the sake of trying to keep the world in balance, striving to better humanity. And from that, the lives that are relived through that of the Avatar echo meaningfully from the distant past to the reflective present.

And it only took two episodes. With concise writing, emotionality, and characterization, we got what fell like an entire epic story in just a matter of less than an hour or so of screen time. I watched them both on my phone, and when Korra comes onto Netflix, I’ll revisit those two alone on there and be more than satisfied.

All that said, there is a very good argument against being able to enjoy it as its own thing, never mind its flaws in terms of consistency with the established world of Last Airbender. Which I totally understand, and would probably understand more if I took the time to watch Korra in its entirety, and even in regards to the fact that I’ve seen Avatar: the Last Airbender. In which case, I could see how these two episodes actually undermine and even outright retcon a ton of story and world elements.

That said, I personally don’t agree that it ruins the spirituality inherent and or implied by the relationship between humans and the art of elemental bending. If only because after all that, I still felt a catharsis at the conclusion of Wan’s story. I’d call that doing something right with the writing at least.

What I think I works for me in particular compared to Korra as a whole, apart from my affinity for guys with flooffy anime hair who go on penance journeys toward enlightenment, is that it feels like a return to its roots, to that feeling that the original Avatar series gave me, and also something more. Not to say that I think that Korra should have been a retread of the plot structure of Last Airbender by any stretch, that would have made it worse, and I applaud it for pushing towards different themes and conflicts from that of its predecessor (it’s just that the payoff for a lot of those were less-than-stellar). That said, the moments that I came across that were awesome and moving were patchworked together by plots that didn’t always come out the most coherently or compellingly when laid out in the light of day.

And yes there is the argument that Wan’s story lacks anything compelling. I suppose, because you know how it’s going to play out, and it derails from the main plot, somewhat, save for explaining the whole Raava vs. Vaatu, good vs. evil spirit conflict. But, again, for me, I’m watching these more completely than I have any other episode of the show, and as a separate spinoff from the rest of the series. So while technically it can’t be a self-contained story, as the series it is a part of would undo that possibility, I still enjoyed it regardless for what it is on its own, and genuinely at that.

I enjoyed that it was something of a mix of a fable and an actual historical account, adding to that sense of expanding the mythos in that way that distant histories like that of ancient civilizations in our world have become fuzzy and fragmented with the passage of time. I enjoyed how simply it was able to establish a young man who started out as a ruffian who had to steal to survive, but was still fundamentally good in that he cared for those close to him, and that he had the capacity to care for the well-being of spirits after he’d been banished for stealing the power of firebending and was banished to live in the spirit wilds.

Then take that, and develop him into a man who rises above that, to become one who takes on the burden of fighting for peace, especially in the wake of mistakes he’s made that caused things between humans and spirits to grow worse, regardless of whether or not he intended such. To see him grow through his friendship with Raava, and how they come to work together to restore the balance he inadvertently put out of whack when he was tricked into separating her from her eternal struggle with Vaatu, Spirit of Darkness and Chaos and Corruption and All the World’s Evil. Concluded with that final culmination between him and Raava fusing together permanently, mastering all four elements, getting knocked down by Vaatu over and over and still getting up and standing to fight again every time, his efforts to bring peace to the world foiled only by his short human lifespan, and with his death beginning the Avatar reincarnation cycle when its clear that maintaining balance in a world full of humans takes thousands upon thousands of lifetimes.

To me, that was a beautiful simplicity for an origin story told within the larger story of a larger world. Which I think is a great tool for anyone who looks to insert those sorts of things in their own writing (including myself, who has her own origin storyline in mind for that YA elemental series, if I didn’t already mention before that I’m writing that).

Retcons and undermining aside, I’m happy that I discovered this little gem within the great world of The Last Airbender, and like all things in media that affect me this way, you can be sure I’ll carry that feeling further into my work. Threading it through into the grander tapestry of the art of storytelling.

Right. Back to me waiting for season four of The Dragon Prince.

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A Concise, Emotional Origin Journey You know I'm really less than thrilled about a story when even the father-daughter hook isn't enough to get me to fully invest in its entirety.

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Fear Itself - Chapter 23

Title: Fear Itself

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple weapons raid. But what the Police Force in Republic City ends up discovering turns out to be more unlikely and dangerous than they could ever imagine.

Rating: T - M (Violence / Implied Makorra Shenanigans :P)

A/N: We're finally back with an update! Thanks to all the lovely readers who sent us asks and motivated us to keep going with this and stick to it until the end. We really appreciate it. We're really nearing the end of this story right now, what with things coming to a head with Jian and Aku finding the relics one by one... Will Korra and Rumi stop him in time? Will Jian be able to help? Would she actually help them? Read on and find out!

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Viper was not exactly used to waiting in lines. Usually, he was the type to cut or just shove people aside, but for once, he was actually waiting in line at the bank, just like anyone else would do. Zolt's plan was starting to be finalized and Viper had been tasked with making sure it was working properly. Shady Shin had fired up their old counterfeit currency machine and they'd spent a good deal of the last day printing fake bills. Ping had somehow managed to take care of all the paperwork needed to open a new bank account and he had successfully opened one for Shen. The problem now was would the bank take their currency? The tellers at the window always checked for counterfeits so the duplicates had to be flawless. They hadn't always been in the past, so Viper was understandably nervous. But this wasn't anything new to him; he and his colleagues had worked with counterfeit currency before and they'd likely end up working with it again in the the future. Thus far, they hadn't been caught so that gave Viper some reassurance.

The line he was in was moving swiftly. Viper watched the two gentlemen in front of him conduct their transactions and all too soon, it was his turn. He handed the teller his paperwork and case full of cash and the man behind the counter inspected the bills.

"Fair bit of cash you're depositing," the teller noted, thumbing through the bills.

"Yes," Viper said, trying to act casual. "Dead relative left me his inheritance. Didn't want it lying about the house, you know."

"Wouldn't it be nice if we all had rich relatives?" The teller muttered. He counted the last of the cash and put it away. Viper tipped his hat and took his receipt and calmly walked out. If anyone had seen him leave, they might have noticed the giant grin on his face. But the lines at the windows were increasing and most people were more preoccupied with eyeing the queue and making sure they finished their business in a timely manner, so no one saw Viper leave. And if, on his way out, he giggled like a schoolgirl...well, that was his business and no one else's.

Korra was no expert on spirits, but as the Avatar, she'd seen and dealt with her fair share of weird. She'd assumed that she had crossed the point where she things would faze her, but fighting a giant spider spirit wasn't one of them. In all her years of fighting angry spirits, nothing had prepared her for this. Jian might have looked slow and clumsy as a giant spider spirit, but given the way she was trying to snap Korra in half, the Avatar knew she was far from it.

"I don't want to fight you!" Korra declared, doing her best to keep Jian's pincers open.

Jian's dark eyes glinted maliciously. "I'm well past caring about what you want," she snarled, applying more pressure. She'd been fooled once, but she would not fall for the same trick twice.

"Wait! I want to help," Korra explained, trying to reason with her.

"That's what the others said too!" The spirit hissed. "And then they stole the fog from the pit."

"They tricked you to get to Umikei," Korra said, trying to keep calm. "But I'm here to help."

Jian's eyes blinked. For a fraction of a second, she stopped and Korra thought she might have gotten through. But suddenly, Jian doubled the pressure and went back to trying to devour Korra in tiny, Avatar-flavored morsels.

"Jian, please!"

Korra was no expert on arachnids, but she was pretty sure they weren't supposed to scream like banshees. Jian, however, did.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" She demanded, narrowing all of her eyes at Korra. "What is a Jian?"

"You," Korra said, meeting her gaze. "You're the one they call the Protector. You used to help humans and spirits. But you've forgotten who you are."

"I have always been me," Jian insisted, lifting a leg as if to prove she'd always been a spider spirit. Given the way she'd moved, Korra could tell she'd gotten used to it. She wondered exactly how long Jian had been stuck in this form. Did she really remember nothing at all of her previous life?

"This," Korra said, gesturing to the spider spirit. "This isn't who you are. You know who you are and you can remember. You have to trust me. Let me help you."

Jian's eyes all focused on Korra for a moment. Then, they all blinked. At last, Jian spoke.

"I will enjoy digesting you. Goodbye, human."

Korra frowned. She was out of options and if Jian wasn't going to listen to her…

Korra figured she had about half a minute before Jian actually succeeded in snapping her like a twig. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and concentrated on summoning Raava's energy to work with her own. She felt it coursing through her body as the wind around her picked up, and she felt Jian's grip loosen on her ever so slightly. So she took her chance and tried to pry Jian's pincers further away from her waist so she could slip away, but the minute she did so, several things happened at once.

Jian yelled and let go of Korra as if she'd burned her, and scuttled back, pressing herself against a nearby tree. Korra gazed at her, trying to figure out what had happened. Jian looked the same, but something was different. Hesitantly, Korra reached out for her, ignoring the hissing sounds Jian was making and the way she seemed to be trying to make herself smaller. Slowly, she closed the distance between them. The minute her hand made contact with Jian, the world exploded in white.

Korra shielded her eyes as the brightness enveloped the surrounding area. When the light receded, the spider spirit was gone. In her place stood a woman slightly taller than Korra, and she was watching the Avatar with her curious, amber eyes.

"Jian," Korra whispered when she managed it.

Jian quirked her eyebrows at being called, and surveyed the woman standing before her. She looked bruised, so she wondered if she'd come to her for protection. But the aura she gave off was different… like she wasn't completely human.

"I sense Raava's energy within you, human. How is that possible?" Jian finally asked.

"My name is Korra," the Avatar replied. "And yes, Raava's bonded with me now. I'm the Avatar."

"The Avatar?" Jian asked, bewildered.

Korra realized that Jian would have no knowledge of the convergences that occurred after she'd been corrupted by Vaatu, so she didn't press it. But a few seconds later, Jian's benevolent features switched to one of anger as she looked at the empty pit, and she pinned Korra down with surprising strength.

"Where's Umikei?" Jian demanded. "What did you do to him?"

Korra struggled against Jian's grip. "They took him. You said it yourself a while ago."

"Bring him back!" Jian demanded furiously. "He needs to be back here! Now!"

Korra groaned in frustration as she tried to push Jian off of her, but she soon realized that Jian must've been a very formidable spirit in her day. Gritting her teeth, she managed to loosen Jian's grip on her and rolled aside, waiting at a distance to see what the spirit would do next.

"You took him, didn't you?" Jian asked her in a tone that made it very clear how she felt.

"No, I didn't. I'm here to help you," Korra clarified.

"Why should I believe you?" Jian spat. "You probably just want to save your skin."

Frustrated, Korra clenched her fists. This was getting slightly repetitive, trying to make her understand that she was there to help. Just as she was about to step forward to make her point, a figure seemed to materialize right in front of her, startling Jian.

"What happened to you?" Korra asked, as Rumi emerged from a thicket of trees.

"Min figured it out," Rumi muttered. "Long story. I got away though."

Korra quirked an eyebrow. She had so many questions, but now wasn't the time to raise them. Jian's patience was waning and if they didn't take care of her first, those questions wouldn't matter.

Jian took advantage of Korra's momentary distraction and launched herself at Korra and Rumi. Rumi's recent encounter with her mother left her somewhat drained and she moved too slow. Jian sent her tumbling into the undergrowth and Korra winced, hoping her friend hadn't gotten hurt. Jian came at her next, but Korra was faster. She ducked as Jian launched herself in her direction and, summoning the Avatar state, pushed her back with a powerful gust of wind.

"Enough!" Korra ordered, her voice layered with Raava's and those of all who came before her. "Do you not remember me, Jian?"

The warrior spirit frowned at the anger in Raava's voice. Thus far, Raava hadn't revealed herself, but Jian knew the voice to be hers and she sensed her energy. But why couldn't she see her old friend?

"Raava?" Jian asked incredulously. "Why are you stuck in this human's body? Has she trapped you like she took Umikei?"

"We're bonded," Korra explained. "I haven't trapped anyone."

"I don't believe you."

"There was a war," Korra explained. "Vaatu was winning. Raava merged with a human to help defeat Vaatu."

"I know of Vaatu," Jian hissed. "Do not imagine me ignorant of the threat he poses. But Raava would never succumb to Vaatu. They have always been locked in a stalemate."

Korra didn't have time to give Jian a history lesson, but at least Jian wasn't attacking. And if a history lesson was what it took to convince Jian, Korra decided not to question it. She'd had enough of fighting obstinate, angry spirits for now.

Briefly, Korra explained about Harmonic Convergence, Raava's fusing with Wan to create the Avatar spirit and their current dilemma. Rumi, who'd patched herself up after the recent attack, joined Korra and filled in the gaps where necessary.

Jian's amber eyes glinted dangerously when Korra and Rumi explained about the Black Lotus and how they'd been mining the pit for the Fog.

"Grave accusations," Jian said. "If what you say is true, the Black Lotus shall suffer my wrath."

"It is true," Korra insisted.

"Perhaps. I have no reason to trust you. But, Raava would not have merged with a human if she did not think it worth her time. For the sake of my old friend, I will ignore my feelings for now. But I cannot trust her."

Jian pointed at Rumi.

"Rumi?" Korra said. "She's a friend. You can trust her."

"I will be the judge of that," Jian snapped. "Trusting humans is what got me in this mess."

Korra looked like she wanted to argue but Rumi cut her off.

"Look, whether or not you trust me, isn't the problem. Jian, the Black Lotus has Umikei and they're using him for some sinister purposes of their own. If we had him, why should we come to you?"

"I don't pretend to understand humans," Jian replied. "You lot are far too cunning and devious."

"If we had Umikei, you'd be the last one we'd seek," Rumi said, evenly. "What is in it for us, restoring you to your true form and making you remember?"

"As I said, I do not pretend to understand you or your kind," Jian said. "I've seen what you are capable of. And I do not trust you."

"Whether you trust me or not isn't the issue here," Rumi answered, coolly. "You don't have to trust me. But if you wish to save Umikei, we have to act fast."

"She's right," Korra said. "Regardless of whether or not you trust us, you'll need our help if you're to save Umikei. And we'll need yours if we're to stop the Black Lotus."

Jian deliberated for a moment. It was true that alone and in her current state, devoid of all her armor and weapons, there wasn't much she could do. But trusting humans did not come easily to her. Although the memories of her time as Jian had become somewhat faded, her memories as the spider spirit were still intact and she knew what lengths humans went to, what lies they spun to achieve their own goals. The Rumi girl could not be trusted, but she had a point. They had a common enemy and for now, that was reason enough to unite.

"I concede you have a point. I will help you," Jian said reluctantly. "But be warned: if this is a trick, if you intend to double cross me, not even Raava herself can save you."

With her threat hanging, Jian turned around and stalked off in search of her armor and weapons. She would need them if she was to get Umikei back and if she was to exact her vengeance.

Tonraq literally bowled into Asami. He was on his way back from the Bureau with a bit of news and he had been rushing to get the information back to his family and friends at Air Temple Island. He was so focused on his task, that he hardly noticed the heiress rounding a corner until he practically plowed into her.

"Chief Tonraq," Asami said, surprised to see him in such a hurry. "Is something wrong?"

"In a manner of speaking," Tonraq replied. "I was hoping to have a word with everyone if I might."

"Rumi and Korra aren't here, but I was going to see if I could help Master Katara and Kya. I could round up the others for you if you'd like."

"It'd be appreciated," Tonraq said. "But we'd need to meet out here, in the courtyard."

Asami looked like she had several questions, but she refrained from asking them and opted instead to round everyone up, as promised. Accordingly, less than ten minutes later, Tonraq found himself standing before a small group of people, including Katara, Kya, Opal, Jinora, Ami, Asami, and even Lin Beifong.

"Came to see how Mako was doing," she said, by way of explanation. "Asami said you wanted to see us?"

Tonraq nodded. "I was at the Bureau earlier today, seeing if I could be of some service and I found these." He withdrew several small canisters from his pocket and held them out for everyone to see.

"What are they?" Lin demanded.

"They contain the gas used to attack the Bureau," Ami said, eyeing them nervously. "Hana was given a set of those to place by the vents."

"I found these close to where she'd been," Tonraq admitted. "It was buried under some rubble, but it was still intact."

"What detonates them?" Lin demanded, looking to Ami.

"A seal," Ami explained. "Hana was just supposed to uncork it and let the gas out. She had a mask to prevent her from breathing it in. Or she had one, anyway, before Aku tampered with it."

"I thought since we weren't making much headway with the antidote, having an intact canister might help." Tonraq explained.

"It would," Kya assured him. "But, I don't see how we can extract the contents to see what's inside."

"If we had a vacuum, we could do it," Asami said. "Couldn't Opal or Jinora create one that would keep the contents from leaking out?"

Jinora looked pensive.

"It should be possible, right?" Opal said, nudging her.

"I guess so," Jinora acquiesced. "But then what? Even if we made a vacuum, how would we open the canister?"

Asami picked on up to get a closer look. "The canisters seem to be made of metal. Couldn't you open them, Chief Beifong?"

Lin plucked the canister from Asami's hands and inspected it. "It's not pure metal, but I should be able to metalbend it open. But we have no way of knowing what's inside."

"Gas," Ami piped up. "The ingredients form a gas."

"Did you use any liquids to concoct it?" Katara wondered.

Ami nodded. "Several."

"Between Tonraq, Kya, and myself then, we should be able to separate the contents of the gas. Once we know what we're dealing with, making an antidote should be easier."

"And once we figure that out, I can have the Future Industries plant mass produce it," Asami said, grinning. "We could make enough to help all the victims at the Bureau."

"It'd be nice," Lin admitted, "but let's just focus on this first." She turned her gaze to her niece and Jinora. "Which of you wants to do the honors?"

Opal passed it off to Jinora. "Jinora's a more experienced airbender. I'll keep watch in case something happens."

Lin wordlessly handed Jinora the canister and watched as the airbender trapped the tiny cask in a vacuum. Once she was certain it was safe, Lin pried the canister open with her metalbending. A noxious green gas spewed out, but Jinora's air bubble held it in place, so the waterbenders quickly got to work. Extracting liquid from vapors took skill, but skill was abundant among the waterbenders present and they had the contents out in record time.

"Dangerous stuff," Kya noted, eying the various liquids they'd extracted. "Aku must be insane. The fumes from one of these alone might be enough to kill."

"They are," Ami agreed. "Aku had the fumes vented away. But, he was insistent that we use the most potent stuff. He wanted to immobilize the Avatar."

"I think I can make an antidote," Katara said. "But I don't know if it'll be very effective. I recognize these poisons, but I've never seen them mixed with spirit world fog before."

"At least it's somewhere to start," Kya said, eyeing the poisons they'd extracted."

"How long do you think an antidote would take to brew?" Tonraq asked. "If we're running out of time…"

"We'll work as fast as we can," Kya promised. "But, even if it works, I don't know that Senna or Mako would heal that fast. I suppose we'll have to wait and see."

The waiting part didn't sound very appealing, but Tonraq supposed there was little he could do about it. Beside him, Ami looked as thrilled as he did.

"Hey," Asami said, offering Ami a reassuring smile. "We'll help Hana too."

"I know, but I'm just worried. I keep thinking, what if…" She shook her head, as if to dispel her thoughts.

"She'll get better," Asami said, reassuringly. "And we'll find Aku and stop him."

Ami glanced at the canisters as if the sight of them disgusted her. "I sure hope so."

But deep down, she didn't feel quite so optimistic as she sounded.

Aku was jolted awake as a wave of energy washed over him. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he staggered to his feet and surveyed his surroundings. He remembered searching for the various pieces of the armor and finding the greaves, and then...nothing. He groaned. There was no telling how long he'd been unconscious, and time was of the essence. He was so close to his goal now. He couldn't afford to fail. But, something told him that things wouldn't be as easy as they had been. Something was off, and though he couldn't quite place it, he sensed that there would be more obstacles to face now. Perhaps, Jian had finally realized what had happened to her food source and had set out to pursue him. Or, perhaps she'd found a way to break free of her curse and regain her true form and was now searching for him. Either way, Aku wasn't nervous. He had parts of her armor and he'd have the rest before she found him. He was confident of that. And then…

Aku grinned to himself, collecting the pieces he'd taken and set off on the search, a spring in his step. His glorious plans would come to fruition soon. And then at long last, everything would be as it should have been.

"It won't be long now," Aku said, to no one in particular. "And after this is all over…"

Well, he thought, maybe it isn't too late to rekindle whatever Min and I had.

But first, he had work to do. The pieces he'd collected were still pulsing, still guiding him. He had three more pieces of armor to find, and judging by the frequent pulsing of the pieces he now held, Aku figured he was close and he was tempted to celebrate, but there was time enough for that later. For now, he had a spirit to vanquish and a destiny to fulfill.

And spirits take him if he didn't.

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