Korra/Yue Fic 2
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loopy777The Challenge: To produce good fanfic for the increasingly popular Korra/Yue romantic pairing, despite Korra herself being a mystery.
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lavanyasix asked for the following:
"In the future, the isolationist Northern Water Tribe has fallen on hard time. The flower of its youth it drawn away to far-away ports like Whale Tail Island and Republic City, or rides the rails of the Earth Kingdom's Transcontinental Monorail working as traveling healers and ice-makers. Places where there's easy money for benders and more social freedoms. Poor and with an aging population, history is leaving the North behind.
But it still has the best ancient masters, especially when it comes to healing, so Korra travels there to train. And when she wonders if the city's past was really as glorious as the old folks claim it was, she decides to talk with someone who had been there at its so-called "golden age" -- the Moon Spirit herself. So the two agree to trade tales of the World As It Was and the World As It Now Is, sharing their lives with one another."
Fading Shadows
It had once been warm there, they said. Korra wasn't sure if she believed them.
Certainly, it was a Very Spiritual Place (as she called them in her head, but never spoke out loud). The energies of life were strong on the little island in the center of the ring of ice. The snow fell slower there, as if time itself was relaxing in the soothing quiet. It was shielded from the Storm Planes by massive cliffs, and hidden from the city by an empty temple. Korra had only discovered the entrance during some idle exploration of the place; she happened to catch a glance of a wooden door standing out against the shadow-covered walls of ice, and forced her way in. Wood was uncommon enough in this dying settlement to arouse suspicion, especially in one as challenging as Korra.
She might have been the latest Avatar, but the old traditions had not yet died, and outspoken foreign women were tolerated but not encouraged.
Korra sat in Lotus Position at the center of the snow-covered hidden island, and surrendered her grip on the physical world. As it had during the previous few attempts, her mind automatically adjusted to handle incorporeal existence, as if it were well practiced in such things. In a way, given the Avatar's reincarnation cycle, it just might be.
Korra's spirit form rose above her body, looked up at the full moon, and sent meaning into the sky. "I request an audience. Won't you come down and speak with me?"
The moon's glow intensified, narrowing into a soft-edge beam. Without eyes, Korra wasn't compelled to turn away from the brightness, but its energies overrode her perceptions and obscured the arrival. When the glow faded, the Moon Spirit floated in front of the Avatar.
The Spirit was beautiful. It was in the form of a young woman, exhibiting the features and color of a classic Water Tribe beauty. The illusion of humanity was compromised, however, by hair so white it might have been shaped from the purest ice, the ice of the faraway stars. Her dress was made of moonlight, the glow smoothly extending just beyond the lines of body. "Hello again, Avatar. It's so nice to see you again."
Korra found herself smiling. "We've met."
"Yes," the Moon answered with a smile of her own, so demure and graceful that Korra felt rough in comparison. "You saved my people, this city, when you were Aang. Our actions together drove away the Fire Nation, and ensured the Northern Water Tribe's survival."
"The city," Korra echoed. "It used to more alive."
"Yes. Times change, the Earth moves, and even the stars forsake stillness. When I lived, this city was one of the greatest metropolises in the entire world. Now, the new generation has left to explore the world, and only the tired and the bitter remain.” The Spirit stared into Korra’s eyes, searching the dimensional depths. “I learned that the Southern Tribe was a network of thriving families, two hundred years ago. Only a hundred years later, it had been hunted to near-extinction, scattered and depleted of Waterbenders. Now, of course, it is larger and far more united than its Northern Sister Tribe."
Korra reached out a hand to the Spirit. "As you wax and wane, so do our Tribes."
The Moon Spirit took Korra's hand in both of hers, and held it to her heart. "You are very wise, Avatar."
Korra usually felt embarrassment over compliments to anything but her bending, having worked so hard to project an image of strength and direction, but something about being in the Moon Spirit's presence washed away the lies of life. "I don't stop to think, very often, so when I do I tend to have a lot of Clever Karma built up."
"Is that why you've come to this city? To think?"
"To learn healing," Korra sighed. "I like fighting, but I haven't met the bending style yet I haven’t enjoyed learning. This is the best place for Healers, still, even if there isn't much else to it."
The Spirit’s eyes broke contact. "You remind me of people I once... knew. It has been so long since I shared contact with humanity." Korra felt a wave of cold wash out from the Moon’s human form and up her own arm. "I think I miss it. Yes, that is the feeling."
"Well, hey," Korra quickly responded, rakish grin lighting up her face. "I'm here, you're here, might as well call it a party. Tell you what, you show me what this city used to look like, back when it was the hottest place on ice, and I'll tell you about the time I rode an Elephant Koi. Into Kyoshi Island's fishing docks.. And then tied it to a pier and went ashore to buy some chips. Bet you never did anything like that."
The Moon Spirit’s gaze returned, and Korra felt the warmth that the Elders said once made this little ice-locked island into a equatorial oasis. Their twin Spirit forms flared with light, and joined together to fully fade from the physical world. "Call me Yue. Please, Avatar Korra, let us share our old happiness."
END
Prompt 2:
lavanyasix asked for the following:"In the future, the isolationist Northern Water Tribe has fallen on hard time. The flower of its youth it drawn away to far-away ports like Whale Tail Island and Republic City, or rides the rails of the Earth Kingdom's Transcontinental Monorail working as traveling healers and ice-makers. Places where there's easy money for benders and more social freedoms. Poor and with an aging population, history is leaving the North behind.
But it still has the best ancient masters, especially when it comes to healing, so Korra travels there to train. And when she wonders if the city's past was really as glorious as the old folks claim it was, she decides to talk with someone who had been there at its so-called "golden age" -- the Moon Spirit herself. So the two agree to trade tales of the World As It Was and the World As It Now Is, sharing their lives with one another."
Fading Shadows
It had once been warm there, they said. Korra wasn't sure if she believed them.
Certainly, it was a Very Spiritual Place (as she called them in her head, but never spoke out loud). The energies of life were strong on the little island in the center of the ring of ice. The snow fell slower there, as if time itself was relaxing in the soothing quiet. It was shielded from the Storm Planes by massive cliffs, and hidden from the city by an empty temple. Korra had only discovered the entrance during some idle exploration of the place; she happened to catch a glance of a wooden door standing out against the shadow-covered walls of ice, and forced her way in. Wood was uncommon enough in this dying settlement to arouse suspicion, especially in one as challenging as Korra.
She might have been the latest Avatar, but the old traditions had not yet died, and outspoken foreign women were tolerated but not encouraged.
Korra sat in Lotus Position at the center of the snow-covered hidden island, and surrendered her grip on the physical world. As it had during the previous few attempts, her mind automatically adjusted to handle incorporeal existence, as if it were well practiced in such things. In a way, given the Avatar's reincarnation cycle, it just might be.
Korra's spirit form rose above her body, looked up at the full moon, and sent meaning into the sky. "I request an audience. Won't you come down and speak with me?"
The moon's glow intensified, narrowing into a soft-edge beam. Without eyes, Korra wasn't compelled to turn away from the brightness, but its energies overrode her perceptions and obscured the arrival. When the glow faded, the Moon Spirit floated in front of the Avatar.
The Spirit was beautiful. It was in the form of a young woman, exhibiting the features and color of a classic Water Tribe beauty. The illusion of humanity was compromised, however, by hair so white it might have been shaped from the purest ice, the ice of the faraway stars. Her dress was made of moonlight, the glow smoothly extending just beyond the lines of body. "Hello again, Avatar. It's so nice to see you again."
Korra found herself smiling. "We've met."
"Yes," the Moon answered with a smile of her own, so demure and graceful that Korra felt rough in comparison. "You saved my people, this city, when you were Aang. Our actions together drove away the Fire Nation, and ensured the Northern Water Tribe's survival."
"The city," Korra echoed. "It used to more alive."
"Yes. Times change, the Earth moves, and even the stars forsake stillness. When I lived, this city was one of the greatest metropolises in the entire world. Now, the new generation has left to explore the world, and only the tired and the bitter remain.” The Spirit stared into Korra’s eyes, searching the dimensional depths. “I learned that the Southern Tribe was a network of thriving families, two hundred years ago. Only a hundred years later, it had been hunted to near-extinction, scattered and depleted of Waterbenders. Now, of course, it is larger and far more united than its Northern Sister Tribe."
Korra reached out a hand to the Spirit. "As you wax and wane, so do our Tribes."
The Moon Spirit took Korra's hand in both of hers, and held it to her heart. "You are very wise, Avatar."
Korra usually felt embarrassment over compliments to anything but her bending, having worked so hard to project an image of strength and direction, but something about being in the Moon Spirit's presence washed away the lies of life. "I don't stop to think, very often, so when I do I tend to have a lot of Clever Karma built up."
"Is that why you've come to this city? To think?"
"To learn healing," Korra sighed. "I like fighting, but I haven't met the bending style yet I haven’t enjoyed learning. This is the best place for Healers, still, even if there isn't much else to it."
The Spirit’s eyes broke contact. "You remind me of people I once... knew. It has been so long since I shared contact with humanity." Korra felt a wave of cold wash out from the Moon’s human form and up her own arm. "I think I miss it. Yes, that is the feeling."
"Well, hey," Korra quickly responded, rakish grin lighting up her face. "I'm here, you're here, might as well call it a party. Tell you what, you show me what this city used to look like, back when it was the hottest place on ice, and I'll tell you about the time I rode an Elephant Koi. Into Kyoshi Island's fishing docks.. And then tied it to a pier and went ashore to buy some chips. Bet you never did anything like that."
The Moon Spirit’s gaze returned, and Korra felt the warmth that the Elders said once made this little ice-locked island into a equatorial oasis. Their twin Spirit forms flared with light, and joined together to fully fade from the physical world. "Call me Yue. Please, Avatar Korra, let us share our old happiness."
END
