Fanfic: Seizing Hope (01/??)
Posting again so soon! Crazy, right? So yeah, here's another fic. This one is a multi-chaptered WIP.
Title: Seizing Hope
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Rating: PG-13
Genre(s): Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance, Friendship, Sprinkles of Humor
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bolin/Korra (Borra), Mako/Asami (Masami), Others
Word Count: 473
Summary: Unable to bend at all, Korra is forced to retreat from an Equalist-occupied Republic City. Stranded in the South Pole with her friends there is no choice but to wait for news of the United Forces' progress - wait for answers. But Korra was never very good at waiting. (Finale rewrite.) Eventual Borra and Masami.
@ FFnet @ A03 @ below the cut
Chapter One
An Overture
The sun burst against Korra's closed lids. Brushing a hand across the imprint of dozen's of blades of grass on her cheek, she sat up and opened her eyes. This place was new.
She did not remember falling asleep here in this field. It stretched as far as the horizon on all sides. In the distance a tree rose proud and green above a world dusted in yellow. She too was blanketed in yellow. She could hear the leaves rustling her name on a gentle breeze.
She started to walk toward it. She blinked. She was under its shade. Someone sighed.
"Hello?" The word was long and drawn out, tentative.
"I can see that you're lost," said a voice.
Korra followed the source to the opposite side of the trunk. A man sat cross-legged with his back to her at the base. His hands rested on his knees, palms facing upwards.
"Avatar Aang," said Korra, her voice not lacking in awe. She recognized the robes and tattoos of an air nomad.
"Korra, come meditate with me," he replied, patting the ground beside him.
She sat, mimicking his posture, one Tenzin had agonized over teaching her. She hadn't the heart to tell Aang she wasn't very good at meditation. She'd do anything if he could give her guidance.
"It takes practice." Aang's eyes were closed. He seemed able to read her mind. "Just try."
Korra tried. She really did. But she kept reliving that horrible memory. It played over and over, and with each replay she imagined she'd done something just a little different. Something that would have stopped Amon from taking her bending.
"I can't focus," she said to the blanket of pollen in her lap.
"You must learn to focus."
"I keep - I keep thinking about how I lost my bending. Aang, isn't there something you can do?" Korra pleaded. Aang turned his head, slowly meeting her gaze. "You've taken people's bending, surely you can give it back, too."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple," said Aang. It was unsettling how calm he was.
"I never even had a chance to learn to bend air." She expected to feel the tears run down her face. Instead, their trail was numb.
"You must find your own strength. That is the true trial of every Avatar."
"My bending was my strength."
"Your bending is drawn from your strength. You must find it," he repeated.
"Then will I get my bending back?" She clutched at his sleeve, eyes wild.
Aang shook his head sadly, his body dissolving into a fine mist as he did so. Korra lost her balance without his arm to hold, and the earth crumbled beneath her. With nothing left to cling to, she fell into the sky.
Someone called out to her, and she was awake again.
*****
Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it! The next chapter should be up relatively soon. Constructive criticism is appreciated. :)
Ch. 2: Wins and Losses Pt. I
Title: Seizing Hope
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Rating: PG-13
Genre(s): Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance, Friendship, Sprinkles of Humor
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bolin/Korra (Borra), Mako/Asami (Masami), Others
Word Count: 473
Summary: Unable to bend at all, Korra is forced to retreat from an Equalist-occupied Republic City. Stranded in the South Pole with her friends there is no choice but to wait for news of the United Forces' progress - wait for answers. But Korra was never very good at waiting. (Finale rewrite.) Eventual Borra and Masami.
@ FFnet @ A03 @ below the cut
Chapter One
An Overture
The sun burst against Korra's closed lids. Brushing a hand across the imprint of dozen's of blades of grass on her cheek, she sat up and opened her eyes. This place was new.
She did not remember falling asleep here in this field. It stretched as far as the horizon on all sides. In the distance a tree rose proud and green above a world dusted in yellow. She too was blanketed in yellow. She could hear the leaves rustling her name on a gentle breeze.
She started to walk toward it. She blinked. She was under its shade. Someone sighed.
"Hello?" The word was long and drawn out, tentative.
"I can see that you're lost," said a voice.
Korra followed the source to the opposite side of the trunk. A man sat cross-legged with his back to her at the base. His hands rested on his knees, palms facing upwards.
"Avatar Aang," said Korra, her voice not lacking in awe. She recognized the robes and tattoos of an air nomad.
"Korra, come meditate with me," he replied, patting the ground beside him.
She sat, mimicking his posture, one Tenzin had agonized over teaching her. She hadn't the heart to tell Aang she wasn't very good at meditation. She'd do anything if he could give her guidance.
"It takes practice." Aang's eyes were closed. He seemed able to read her mind. "Just try."
Korra tried. She really did. But she kept reliving that horrible memory. It played over and over, and with each replay she imagined she'd done something just a little different. Something that would have stopped Amon from taking her bending.
"I can't focus," she said to the blanket of pollen in her lap.
"You must learn to focus."
"I keep - I keep thinking about how I lost my bending. Aang, isn't there something you can do?" Korra pleaded. Aang turned his head, slowly meeting her gaze. "You've taken people's bending, surely you can give it back, too."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple," said Aang. It was unsettling how calm he was.
"I never even had a chance to learn to bend air." She expected to feel the tears run down her face. Instead, their trail was numb.
"You must find your own strength. That is the true trial of every Avatar."
"My bending was my strength."
"Your bending is drawn from your strength. You must find it," he repeated.
"Then will I get my bending back?" She clutched at his sleeve, eyes wild.
Aang shook his head sadly, his body dissolving into a fine mist as he did so. Korra lost her balance without his arm to hold, and the earth crumbled beneath her. With nothing left to cling to, she fell into the sky.
Someone called out to her, and she was awake again.
*****
Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it! The next chapter should be up relatively soon. Constructive criticism is appreciated. :)
Ch. 2: Wins and Losses Pt. I