The Myth of Y/N (Korra X Reader)

BROCHURES OF THE PAST

NO-ONE'S POV

Far in the mountains, far above and away from anywhere and anyone, the prison remains intact and indestructible, as it should be. It was designed that way, after all. In front of a simple cell was an impenetrable metal only the highly skilled metalbenders could open. Only a select few had the honor, or rather, the horror, of being imprisoned in a cage that was designed acutely well.

The prisoner that guards of the White Lotus were approaching...was one of them.

The metalbender, using his honed skill and power, slowly opened the metal sphere that acted as a barrier between the outside world and the cell that contained the man that so many once feared. His long black and grey hair were clearly unkept but somehow had a sense of freedom, his robes featuring holes and cuts and dirt, the bandages all around his legs and arms clearly showing signs of weather and decay. This man looked like a wreck, that was a certain.

However, despite the horrifying experience, the prisoner remained calm, sitting down with his legs crossed as if he were meditating. He stared right at the guards as the metal barrier was cast aside. He was waiting for them.

One White Lotus member stepped forward, holding a simple tray of simple food. It wasn't anything special, just a bowl of rice. It's what these of kind of people deserve, after all: scraps of food ready to be devoured.

"You know the drill, Zaheer." the Guard told the prisoner, clearly sounding tired and bored. They have done this a hundred thousand times by now, he just wanted to get this over with.

Zaheer rose and walked to the very end of the room, facing the wall with his arms behind his head. "Of course."

As per usual, the guard placed the tray on the ground and slid it through the small gap on the door. "Hope you still like rice."

Well, that's that done, the guard thought to himself. Finally, they can leave and go away from this shell of a ma-

"-Have you ever read the poetry of the great airbending Guru Laghima?" Zaheer curiously asks, ignoring the sarcastic comment the guard made about the rice.

"What?" the guard rose, surprised and flabbergasted. What is he doing now?

The prisoner continued, not bothered by the other's harsh tone. "Guru Laghima lived four thousand years ago in the Northern Air Temple. It is said that he unlocked the secret of weightlessness and became untethered from the earth, living his final forty years without ever touching the ground."

The way Zaheer spoke of the man was that of admiration, as if he was his salvation to all of his problems.

The guard, however, thought nothing of it. It was nothing but a nonsensical story made for toddlers. "Is that how you plan to escape, with something you picked up from an old airbender children's story?" he jokingly and sarcastically questioned Zaheer, not finding the situation alarming in the slightest.

He begins to walk away, until-

"-Like all great children's tales, it contains truth within the myth." Zaheer counters, not bothered by the guard's disrespect to the legendary story of the Guru he admired so much. "Laghima once wrote, "Instinct is a lie told by a fearful body, hoping to be wrong.""

What in the spirits is he talking about? the guard thought to himself as his suspicion grew, his confidence now slowly being replaced by caution. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Zaheer then, ever so slowly, began moving his arms away from his head, his calmness remaining. "It means that when you base your expectations only on what you see, you blind yourself to the possibilities of a new reality."