Heads or Tails: Book 1 ~ Arin's Tale

Change of Plans

Heads or Tails

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Book 1 – Arin's Tale

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Chapter 7: Change of Plans

Lin's POV

Time: 191 A.G.

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The fog was thick and dense this morning on the bay. If it weren't for the waves of the water slapping the sides of the boat with the salty ocean spray hitting us in the face, one would think we weren't moving right now. The boards of the boat creak as I make my way to the front of the deck, waiting to see if there was any sign of life, a light, trees, or a dock. Anything to let us know we were close to the mountains of the Southern Air Temple.

It's been a week since the phone call; when Mako informed me that he received a distress call from his brother, telling him we need to get to the temple asap. Though no other details were relayed to him, Mako was able to tell that something was up. Bolin's all too-happy tone was gone, not once heard throughout the whole exchange. Something was off, something was bothering the optimistic Beifong's, and it was up to us to help. Since then, we departed from Republic City, taking one of the marine boats from the police department, and made our way to where we are now; it was the only way to get here without being noticed by the public. Taking a plane or an airship would've caused an uproar. After everything with Korra's disappearance, there was no need to make a scene.

The firebender was currently on lookout on the upper-deck with his binoculars, scoping out the foggy scenery with a giant bright light attached to the roof above him. Hopefully, he'll be able to spot something beyond the mist. But only thick fog was seen everywhere it swivels. With any luck, we might be able to reach the wooden docks before we hit them.

"See anything?" The voice came from behind, an all too familiar one. After all, it's been a pain in my side since we were kids.

"Nothing yet, Tenzin. We ought to have something any minute now."

Tenzin, the youngest – not so much anymore – child of Aang and Katara, and for a while, him and his family were the last of the airbenders, under the protection of the Republic City Police Force and the White Lotus. He happened to be there when Mako informed us of the call; he too wanted to join in case it was what we were thinking. It had to be, it had to be about her.

"Do you think this is about the mission? About – about Korra?" He was beside me now, his orange air nomadic robes ruffling from the gust. His beard and eyebrows were white now, and the frown lines were increasing with age, disrupting his tattoos just a little. Makes sense for his age, but the seventy-two-year-old wasn't quitting just yet. Just like mom, although Suyin says the same thing about me. She doesn't have much to talk about; still ruling over Zaofu even though I'm the retired one.

"It has to be. What else could it be about?"

"It's been nine years since we heard a peep or a letter from her. What could they have found? Her parents are restless." A sigh escapes his mouth, and even though I'm not looking at him, now facing straight ahead looking for anything to come in sight, I know his white brows are furrowed in thought. "We all are."

It's true. We're growing tired looking for the lost avatar. But we weren't giving up. Korra needs us, and despite having not heard from her in years, we knew she was out there. Somewhere.