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The Descent :: Chapter 6THEY TRICKED HER. The gods had tricked her!The Descent :: Chapter 6 by chromeknickers
Katara was so angry she could scream, but making a single noise on this bridge could void the spiritual contract and send Zuko straight to Naraka, a realm of torment and agony. That thought alone kept her mouth shut. The idea of Zuko being sent to hell because of her both terrified and drove her forward.
It wasn’t entirely Varuna’s fault, she eventually admitted. Actually, it wasn’t the goddess’s fault at all. It was her own. Katara was the one who was so confident in herself and her need to return Zuko to the living—to appease her own guilt—that she never once considered the consequences for him.
Avatar Kuruk warned her, but she had arrogantly presumed the sacrifice would be hers and hers alone. It wasn’t. It was her decision to bring Zuko home; a decision she made that entailed a sacrifice for him. The ultimate kind.
But why did he choose to come with her? Why did he allow her t
The Descent :: Chapter 5IF KATARA WERE to describe the palace of Varuna in one word, it would be resplendent. Built into the face of the Mount Meru and surrounded by the celestial waters of Rasā, it was a wondrous structure in itself to behold. Slender ivory towers banded in lacy stonework, snowy domes capped with gold and topped with golden spires gleamed brightly in the dying sun. It was truly a palace built for the gods by the gods.The Descent :: Chapter 5 by chromeknickers
Awestruck, she and Zuko slowly make their way up the white stairs until they were in the entrance hall of the palace. Their every footfall echoed on the ivory floors. It was intimidating. The guards here seemed to be solid like herself but their eyes were ghostly, watching as the living entered the palace in silence.
Katara tried to keep her features guarded. Every line on her face was blank, yet inside she was a maelstrom of emotions. Fear, worry, anticipation, irritation, wariness and impatience bounced over each other and washed through her. She wasn’t quit
MW13 :: Spirits IEyes like polished lapis lazuli stones passed him over in idle consideration. A fleeting look of curiosity before swiftly replaced with casual indifference. No deep love, no hint of recognition. He was a nameless face.MW13 :: Spirits I by chromeknickers
Where had he heard that before?
“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” Korra’s brow was knitted in concern, but those blue eyes of hers were registering nothing.
She didn’t recognise him at all.
“Korra, I know this is hard to believe, but my name is Mako. Ronin has put a spell over the world to make people forget me. He took my youth. That’s why I look like this, so o-old.” He floundered. “We—you and I—we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”
Korra was silent for a moment, eyes crinkling in kind scepticism. “I see . . . Mako, is it?” He nodded. “Please, come take a seat here with me and we can discuss this in a more calmly fashion.”
He quirked an eyebrow but said nothing, obediently fo
MW13 :: ReminisceThe illusion was spreading, travelling across the four nations like the spangled oceans. A fish at home in that sea, Ronin swam its waters, bringing the fantasy with him. Shrouding. Blanketing. Deceiving.MW13 :: Reminisce by chromeknickers
The flickering lights of humanity protested feebly, but they could not thwart his will. No one could, except him. If he only knew. But he didn’t know, couldn’t possibly know, not with how so much had changed over the last few millennia.
Ronin couldn’t kill the boy himself, not with his own hand. Instead, he would have to let time and misery do his work for him. Nor could Ronin alter the past or even affect the future’s portents. Such things were impossible, even for him.
So like his predecessor, Ronin would blanket the world in the greatest illusion ever known to man: there would be no such thing as the Avatar.
All was serene at the temple, relaxing and peaceful. However, Mako felt anything but relaxed or at peace. In fact, he felt tense, agitated and an