The Myth of Y/N (Korra X Reader)

Y/N ALONE - PART TWO

Y/N'S POV

The unrolled scroll sprawls across the wooden table like an infinite river of knowledge. The words are halfway into fading into nothingness, emphasising the ancient energy emitting from them.

So much knowledge from one mere text.

Ever since I became an airbending master, I have realised just how many responsibilities there are to be a leader of a nation. I am now responsible for teaching students and future Air Nomads who will go on to teach the next generation and etcetera. It can be overwhelming.

However, there are perks to being a master.

I was pleasantly shocked when Tenzin told me I was allowed to access and read the books and texts from his office. Normally, only he's allowed to be in his office (for obvious reasons) and to have a look at the stuff he has collected over the years. But, like I just found out that Jinora is allowed to have a look too, he said I have his permission to go through and expand my knowledge on our culture.

And, right now, that is exactly what I am doing and I have learned that, despite being a master, I still have much, much to learn.

This scroll, in particular, is for a special research project I have had in mind for a while now. And, as I read its contents, my intrigue is amplifying as I learn more about the infamous site that tormented me:

The Fog of Lost Souls.

Over two years ago, Jinora and I were trapped in the desolate place by Unalaq's dark spirits. While Tenzin was able to save us, including Bumi and Kya, the memories of what happened in the fog itself were almost entirely erased. We were able to recover bits and traces since then, the overall experience is an empty spot in our minds.

But I know something happened there. The last few thing I can remember in the fog was Jinora and I being separated after running away from something. After that? Blank.

I asked Tenzin about the Fog of Lost Souls and he told me that apparently, from the contents of the text I am reading right now, that it is actually a spirit who infects the minds of its prisoners, imprisoning them in their own darkest memories and driving them to insanity. Overall, a fate worse than death.

I didn't think much of it at the time but, a few days ago an idea came to mind. A very intriguing but dangerous idea.

A light knock on my bedroom doors brings me out of my thoughts.

"Come in."

I hear the two doors slide open and I turn to face the visitor.

It's Tenzin, dressed robes of red and yellow that makes him look awe inspiring.

"Y/N, I hope I am not intruding." The older airbender asks in a gentle tone.

I smile at seeing my mentor and gracefully rise from my chair. "Of course not, Tenzin. Is there something wrong?"

He walks closer into my room and gives me a smile of his own. "No, nothing wrong. I just have a task for you, if you don't mind."

"What is it?"

"I've heard from reports that there are pirates stealing supplies from ships travelling in-between the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom. From what I've read, the United Forces have not been able to capture them. I was wondering if you would want to assist them."

My eyebrows raise slightly in interest. Pirates, huh?

"Of course, I'll get everything ready and head out as soon as I can." I tell him. "Besides, it will give me an excuse to stretch my legs and have a change in scenery. I'll fly by the Fire Nation once I'm done to see if there's anything I can do there to help. I'm sure Fire Lord Izumi would appreciate it."