Short-ish Stories

Thank You For Everything, Friend

Korra slowed to a stop and pulled her wings closer to her body in a dive. When she was only a foot or so away from the ground, she let herself drop out of the sky, shoulder rolling into a stand. She looked around. Here she was.Ehrenfriedhof, List auf Sylt, Germany. A cemetery. The cemetery She was buried in. The trip hadn't taken her too long, she had hopped between realms a few times to make it faster. But now she had arrived. And just on time too. In America, families would be settling down for a Thanksgiving feast right about now, but she had her own thanking to do.

Walking through the aisles of tombstones, she approached a mausoleum. It wasn't too grand, for that's what She has wanted. If anything, you could say it was boring. Just a simple square, with a few carvings on the outer walls. The carvings depicted scenes from Norse mythology, Her favorite type of mythology, including Thor wielding Mjölnir, the death of Balder (how fitting), and Loki being Loki. Korra sighed. These carvings reminded her just how much she missed her friend. Anyways, she came here for a reason. She shook off the feeling and entered the mausoleum.

Inside was just as plain as the outside, a few carvings, some dead plants, and a stone slab in the middle. On this slab is a simple polished wood coffin. Her coffin. Korra felt tears start to form as she gazed upon it. She pushed them back with a smile.

"Hello Sen...." she whispered. The wind whistled through the columns from the open door. She smiles softly. It was almost as if her friend was trying to contact her from the afterlife.

"Things have been... rather dull lately. The Drakes are having a feast today to celebrate an American holiday, Thanksgiving. And on this day, I decided to leave them and visit you here. I brought my own food, I hope you do not mind...."

Korra sat down next to the stone slab, leaning her back against the cool grey surface. She took a cheese steak sandwich out of a backpack and began to eat it. Surprisingly, it was still warm. She ate it in silence, listening to the wind. When she was done, she cleaned up her trash, put in inside her backpack to dispose of later, and rested her head against the coffin.

"Kena, if you're listening to this, I would just like to say... thank you.... for all the good times... all the laughs... all the moments, happy and sad. Even today, I still go around scaring kids on my birthday like we did that one year...." she chuckles. "That was lots of fun.... but my favorite moments were the quiet ones in the shop.... where we would close down, watch some television, and relax with a few snacks.... I will never be able to replicate those moments with anyone else...."

Korra checked the time. Her eyes widened. It had been over two hours! She sighed. It was time to leave. She stood up and bowed to the coffin.

"I apologize Kena but I must take my leave.... thank you..... for everything..."

A few tears dropped out of her eyes as she stepped out of the mausoleum but she closed the stone door behind her. She spread her wings and leapt into the air. The wind whistled around her. It almost sounded like someone saying:

"Thank you for everything, Korra...
...you will always be my best friend..."