WARRIOR OF THE MIND. jayce talis

the night of her thirteenth birthday.

"the night of her thirteenth birthday"

𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨...

♫ i know the end - phoebe bridgers ♫

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(Korra's old bedroom in Arcadia ⇧)

THIS CHAPTER IS VERY GORY AND GRAPHIC. VIEWING DESCRETION IS ADVISED.

[Scene opens with a young 13 year old Korra looking into an august mirror, which is adorned with gold fillings, silver jewels and bright diamonds. She is home in Arcadia. The moon is out, hinting that it is late at night. Her crown rests on her head, as she slowly lifts it off and placed it in a silver cushion. This is before her father's death and the wedding that took place his death. The girl grabs a tuft of hair, studying the suspicious golden and silver strips.]

"What the hell is this?" She murmurs, scrunching her eyebrows. "Why today, on my birthday, of all days, I wake up to a new hair-do? I learn that I'm a child of an ancient prophecy?" She looks to the corner of her bedroom, her eyes meeting the small dog lying in the corner of it. "Right, Amatko?"

The dog lets out a yip, her bark echoing through the room.

Korra smiles softly. She walks over to her calendar, taking her knife and scraping an "x" over October 14, which followed an x on all the other days before.

Before long, she hears her puppy scraping in the corner of the room. Her water bowl was empty.

Korra clicked her tongue. "Thirsty, girl?" She walks over, her flowy purple pants dragging against the floor. She bends down, picking the bowl up with her left hand. "I'll be back."

Before she turns to walk to the water room, there are footsteps in the hallway. The pace is fast enough to be a run.

Korra pauses, instinctively reaching for her double-edged knife. She inches closer to the footsteps: obviously coming her way. She grabs one of her doors, slowly inching it open. She slowly takes a breath, gaining the courage to meet her pacer. "Who are you, you fucke-?"

She pauses in shock, watching as her mother, the queen of Arcadia, makes her way towards her room, a malicious sneer on her face. The girl's skin pales, watching in fear as her eyes meet the 4 foot long, double edged blade dragging against the floor, all in her mother's hands. She hears her muttering, "this'll teach you not to be more powerful than me!"

Korra had inched out of her bedroom, standing at the end of the hallway in fear as she watches her mother run at her, a dark intent of hurting-no, slaughtering her.

It all went by in a blur.

Next thing she knew, her father slammed into his wife, knocking into her side and pinning her against the wall. "What the hell is wrong with you, my love?!" He screeches, staring at her in surprise.

Queen Selene growls at him in anger. "Get off! She-" Selene nods over to Korra. "Is a murderer! She'll kill us all! She doesn't need that power!"

King Theron holds his thrashing wife in his arms, before looking over at his daughter, softhearted yet guarded. "My baby girl-you alright?"

Korra paused in surprise, beginning to hyperventilate, using the wall as an understructure. She stared, wide-eyed. She accidentally clutched on the knife so tight in her grip that her palm landed on the blade, letting her own blood drip to the floor. She gulps, before letting out a trembling nod.

King Theron looks at his wife, surprise in his eyes. She is flaying around, as he comfortably holds her forearms in worry. She pins him to the wall as he continues to consulate her, get her out of this state. "And you do, my darling? You're not yourself. What's going on, baby? Our baby girl is not that! Talk to me-!"

"I'm done talking! She needs to be far away from here-!" Before Selene could answer her own sentence, blood splattered against the wall. The floor. The window, which was hundreds of feet's above the kingdom below. The rug, stained.

Korra watched as her mother smirked, thrusting the blade through her own husband's limp, lifeless body. And suddenly, the blade stuck inches into her palm isn't the worst pain she thought she knew.

Korra feels her limbs go shy, making her fall to the ground. The dog dish in her hand dropped, it's metal adding to the echo. She guards her eyes, facing the floor, as she hears the sound of flesh tearing and cutting.

She can hear the echo of her own screams bounce off the walls, and with them, her conscience saving her own sanity. She can feel her own memory of the encounter release through her screams, leaving her with no memory of the encounter.

Next thing she knew, her mother threw the sword out the window. But that didn't matter.

Her mother fell to the ground, the sound of soldiers running up the castle at the yelling, which had also erupted from Selene, who had a secret smile. But that didn't matter.

That was the only time Korra hadn't been a Warrior of the Mind. She hadn't fought her head for those memories. Instead, she let them go. She didn't want them. Quite frankly, they were too hard to bear.

Of course, this is Korra Barton's dream as she sleeps beside her Jayce.

Her price of her newfound memory comes with a realization. Was it fake? Was her hatred for her mother driving her for revenge and this dream?

Or was it all real?