>>5600971More than anything though, you were angry at Avatar Korra, blaming her ineffectually because she was the only one you really could. How come she couldn’t have died a few years later, or earlier. Why did you have to be the one to have the avatar spirit dumped onto you?
You let out a growl and threw your pillow at a wall, and stared at it, seeing a map of the world. The wide world, full of people who would want something from you as long as they knew what you were…Full of people who have never met you…
Nations and kingdoms and towns and villages, across the world in all directions, full of people who wouldn’t know who you were, what you were. Who would expect nothing from you, want nothing from you, who would only know what you let them know.
You felt a lure in that map, an image of you disappearing into the night and into the wide world. Avatars of the past had found themselves traveling the world, and despite what people said the world seemed more capable of handling its own problems, at least for now. There were thousands of lifetimes where the avatar learned without the white lotus, thousands who left their home to never return or return on their own whim when they wanted to. Thousands who had lived a life no other person could, experienced a freedom no other could.
Beholden to no single tribe or culture, free to wander and partake of the life beyond everything they knew. Avatars whose revelation was an opportunity they could enjoy, not a responsibility chained by duty and expectation. You imagined your journeys, who you might meet, what you might learn, what you could see and experience without others guiding you on a leash or yanking on shackles made of responsibility or a sense of tradition.
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