moonchild ☽ legend of korra

book 1 - chapter 20

The overwhelming pain and weakness I'm experiencing brings continuous flashbacks of my accident to my brain. Feeling my leg burn, my head hurt, and my heart quicken in panic all remind me of twelve-year-old Luna, experiencing real, excruciating physical pain for the first time in her life.

"Is Luna in there? I want to see her! I want to tell her I'm sorry! It's all my fault, Grandpa!"

I feel how wet my face is due to the tears, I attempt to breathe in deeply, trying to suppress the trauma that I'm reliving. I need to stand up. I need to help everyone. I'm no use laying on the floor like this. I'm not that helpless little girl anymore.

"Not right now, Iroh. Let her rest. She's been through a lot."

Get up, Luna. Get up. Do something. Anything.

"I never wanted her to get hurt. She's my friend."

Snap out of it. Your friends need you. Republic City needs you. Get up!

"No one blames you. Or Luna."

My left arm begins shaking out of pain as it finally begins to slowly respond to my commands. I flex it and attempt to press my palm firmly on the ground. Yet, as much as I try to lift myself up, I don't have the strength. Stop being so weak.

"Well, I'd say that was a near-flawless test run." I hear Sato gloat. "Load everyone into the transports and deliver them to Amon!"

Panic rushes through my veins. I'm stupidly aware of my weakened state, I'm terrified. I can't let us be taken. I won't. All of a sudden, I feel someone put their arms on my back. My eyes widen in fear. I whimper.

"Shh," A familiar voice coos. "It's me, ice girl."

"M-M...M-ako?" I manage to ask weakly.

"Don't talk." He whispers softly. "You're okay, I've got you."

I feel Mako turn me around and I'm looking intently into his eyes. He puts his arm around my waist and lifts me up. He proceeds to put my arm around him, holding unto my waist. He then walks and does the same with Korra, carrying the both of us.

"Y-You sure y-you can c-carry us both?" I say, feeling pain in my abdomen every time I try to speak.

He chuckles slightly. "You calling me weak?"

I smile softly. As Mako walks and I attempt to, I feel the nausea getting stronger. I gulp, trying to distract myself and not think about how bad I'm feeling. I see Bolin carry Tenzin out of the corner of my eye, just as he was about to grab Chief Beifong he's stopped by a wicked voice.

"Not so fast, boys." Hiroshi warns.

"Hello, Mr. Sato!" Bolin greets nervously. "Wow, what a really...um, swell, scary factory you have here under your giant mansion."

I feel as Mako's body tenses, his grip on my waist getting tighter. "Sponsoring our team. Supporting the Avatar. It was all just a big cover."

"Yes," Sato admits instantly. "And the most difficult part was watching my daughter traipse around with a firebending street rat like you!"

I manage to lift my head slightly, enough to see the electricity trickling out of the gloves on Hiroshi's hands. There are two equalists on each side. If I were in good condition, the odds probably wouldn't be bad. Yet, considering my injuries, and the ones of the others that haven't been assessed, I say we're in big trouble.

"Dad, stop!" Asami's voice booms throughout the room. I see her tear up. "Why?"

"Sweetie...I wanted to keep you out of this for as long as I could," Hiroshi begins. "But now that you know the truth, please forgive me. These people, these...benders, they took away your mother, the love of my life. They've ruined the world. But with Amon, we can fix it and build a perfect world together. We can help people like us everywhere." He takes off his glove and stretches it out to her. "Join me, Asami."