Epistemophobia: the fear of knowledge

Peace had settled over Republic City, like a rolling fog, and the Avatar's adventures became less frequent and entertaining. Surely Korra hadn't reached her prime at age 17.

To her friends and mentors, the youth was spending more and more time by herself, sneaking away to meditate and escape the dullness of the city. Unbeknownst to them, Korra was slowly going insane. After her spiritual connection and airbending breakthrough, she began to hear voices of days long since past. She still isn't sure whether to call it natural or unnatural, because the Avatars are a large part of her being.

They whisper their secrets to the water tribe gal in the middle of the night, when their spirits' attachment to the physical world is at its greatest strength. She fears their insight, and the images they call to her memory, but cannot bring herself to push them away. If she loses the voices, there's no doubt that she'll lose herself. Then again, maybe she's already lost.

Lately, Korra had started to bend more aggressively, trying to take out her frustrations with physical action. It's not much help, but it reassures the Avatar that she belongs on the physical plane. Her past lives didn't have these problems, did they? Although, even if they did, she's sure she has more problems than a complete cycle of Avatars after listening to the latest news they bring.

Korra is the last of the cycle.

Fear grips her with its icy claws, and she can't help but think that she could have lived her whole life without that knowledge. Some things are better left concealed in the dense fog of mystery. Hot tears greet frigid mountain air with sorrow, and life drags on...for now.

Tada! This is my first LOK fanfic. It is also noteworthy that I have created a challenges forum, for any LOK writers interested in prompts to help writers' block or start a story. myforums/KidFlash13/3493701/