Legacy

Summary: In where Avatar Kun contacts the Spirit World multiple times. AU, pre-story character death, some Amorra if you squint with a very large magnifying glass.

A/N: First chapter is here.

Part 2/2

“I can smell the fear on you, little boy. You don’t have to be. I cannot harm you, and you cannot do the same to me.” His lips curl upwards as he looks studiously at Kun, “But you cannot harm me even if you wanted to, can you? Not just because you’re a child, but because you can’t bend, not really.”

Amon’s dark chuckle rings through the cave. “I’m sure she’s absolutely furious. The essence of the Avatar was not the only thing you managed to inherit at birth. You also received a piece of me.”

Kun breathes sharply. This man was the one who killed Avatar Korra, he thinks. This was the man who Avatar Korra killed.

Amon leans forward until he’s close enough to be able to touch Kun’s face if he was to lay a hand out. Kun shivers.

“A non-bender Avatar. The irony.”

“I can bend,” Kun manages to retort with stubbornness that surprises even him. Amon leans back with the smirk still intact.

“But barely. We’ll see if you can do it in ten years’ time.”

Kun clenches his hands into fists. “What do you want from me? Why am I here?”

Mercifully, the white brightness that signals the end of the visit appears. But Amon isn’t uncourteous to leave his question unanswered. “I wanted to meet the new Avatar too.”

Kun begins to fear returning to the Spirit world. During meditating sessions, he allows himself to be distracted by Rohan’s antics, the latest one pouring lychee juice on Ikki during deep meditation. Sifu Tenzin is not pleased. He reprimands them both for their behaviour, but afterwards sends Rohan away and asks Kun if something is wrong.
“No, Sifu Tenzin.”

His sifu’s eyes narrow. “I once asked Avatar Korra that, and she had the same answer as you. But she was lying.” But his eyes soften and he says, “Never forget that you can always come to me with your problems, alright?”

Kun doesn’t answer. Tenzin reluctantly sends him on his way.

A season passes before Kun allows himself back in the Spirit World. He never thought he’d find himself missing Avatar Korra and the rainforest.

When he opens his eyes he finds himself in the darkness again, and he almost panics, until he sees the dark figure sitting across him. Kun struggles to compose himself. Amon chuckles at his discomfort.

“Found your way back to me, did you?”

At the lack of response, Amon sighs. “You’re not much for company, are you, boy?”

“I was expecting Avatar Korra.”

“Oh, I know. But we can’t always get what we want.”

There was silence. After a few moments, Amon spoke.

“Do you know how Avatar Korra succumbed to me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “I took away her bending before our final battle. She was so beautiful then, even with her wounds, so weak and so afraid. I didn’t kill her when I did. Not yet. She got away, and tried to regain her powers. She did, I give her that, but not really. Her powers couldn’t save her in the end.” His voice lowered as he added, “A pity. She could’ve made a powerful ally, if taught properly.”

“She killed you, too.”

“She caused the building we fought in to collapse.”

“You’re still dead.”

“But does it matter?” Amon smirks, and looks down at Kun. “You’re our legacy, mine and Avatar Korra’s. You may be the Avatar, and her next life, but the last Avatar never could enter the Spirit World or was particularly spiritual, nor was she as incompetent a bender as you. In that, you are mine. You can continue my work.”

“I will never be like you!” Kun screeches. Amon clucks like a disapproving parent, and raises a hand to his face. “You already are,” he says as he presses a cold finger to his forehead.

The cold of his finger lasts for less than a second, and all Kun sees after that is blue light.

When he comes to, he finds himself sprawled on the floor of the pavilion where he’d been meditating. The bright blue of the sky when he’d first closed his eyes had changed into tones of orange and red.

Sprawled on the wooden floor of the pavilion, with the new knowledge of the oldest type of bending in the world, Kun begins to sob.