Thread: Korra: The Last Airbender [501st and Avel]

Korra hit the cold hard ground with a 'thud', landing on her side with a seemingly broken look about her. Tears fell from her eyes, her lips trembling as she panted hard and unsteadily. And, in that moment, she felt truly broken. Amon had won. She had failed. What more was there to it? Silently, her eyes glanced back over to the shattered window up above, her mind shifting instead to Mako, Bolin, and the many friends she had made while in the city.. to Tenzin and his family... a silent rage building within the girl's bare chest. This couldn't be the end. He had raped her.. he had taken her bending... but she was still the avatar . I.. haven't lost.. she panted, her voice meek at first as she groveled on the ground, struggling to look up at Amon, but he had turned his back to her. He no longer felt threatened by her.. no longer acknowledged her presence. Slowly, her expression morphed. Her frown twisted into a deep scowl, her brow furrowing so that her tear-filled eyes were slanted and full of hatred. Don't you dare ignore me..! Korra snarled, rolling from her side to her hands and knees. Still, no response from Amon, who was slowly making his way towards the window across the room. AMON! She snarled, her voice getting stronger and stronger the more she peeled herself from the ground, until finally she was standing. Still out of breath, her muscles trembling with exhaustion, but dammit, she was on her feet. I'm not done! She shouted, throwing her first in his direction, instinct taking over. She knew she had no bending, and yet, she tried anyways... and what happened shocked even Korra. As she extended her first towards him with all the strength she could muster, a solid blast of air shot out towards Amon. It landed, hitting with enough force to knock him clear through the window and into the water, where he then revealed his identity to Republic City... - - - - - A few days had passed since the fall of Amon, and while Korra thought she should feel happy that she defeated him.. she wasn't. She had returned back home to the Southern Tribe to see if Katara could heal her, her friends at her side, but, sadly, Katara could do nothing for her. A piece of Korra's spirit had been crushed the day she defeated Amon, and while she had her airbending, it was looking like she would never be able to recover the other elements. What Avatar could only airbend...?? Not only that, but Korra's nightmares continued to focus on Amon and what he did to her. And how, despite knowing she shouldn't have, she had enjoyed it. She felt so disgusted with herself that she hadn't been able to s much as look any of her friends in the eye. She told everyone that she wanted to be alone after she learned Katara could not heal her, and they understood. What they could not possibly know what was the young would-be Avatar had planned. She made her way to the cliff she often found herself standing on when she wanted to be alone, not even bringing Naga with her. Solemnly, Korra peered down over the cliff and to the harsh waved below, jagged, sharp rocks along the coast... the waves were so strong today. Without her waterbending, she would stand no chance against such powerful waves. Assuming the rocks didn't kill her first. Taking in a shallow, quivering breath, Korra shifted closer to the edge, lifting her gaze to the setting sun. If she died, a new avatar would be born. A fully functioning Avatar.. who was not so shameful. She wanted to be stronger than this, but the elements had always been her strength. Fire, Earth, and Water... she had known those elements as well as she knew herself. They were her soul. This airbending.. it felt more like a curse now. She desperately wanted to wake up to find this all to have been some sick nightmare.