Lin knelt on the ground, the rain mixing with the tears
The edges of the world were fading. She was weak, incredibly weak.
A sharp cry cut through the air, but she couldn’t place it.
Someone picked her up, hugging her tightly.
Lin closed her eyes, allowing the darkness to take her.
When she opened them once more, she was lying in a comfy bed, of what appeared to be an abbey.
“Lin, thank goodness.”
Lin sat up, gasping in pain. Tenzin was at her side. Pema was in the corner of the room, holding Rohan, with the three older children clinging onto her robes.
“We were too late,” Pema whispered, horrified, “They took your bending.”
Lin nodded, wiping her eyes, “I told you to not turn back.”
“Lin…” Tenzin started, putting a hand on her arm.
“You shouldn’t have put yourself in danger for me,” Lin snapped, “You should have protected your family.”
“Lin,” Tenzin whispered, “You are our family.”
Pema came over to her, gripping her hand. The three older children gently climbed on top of her, hugging her.
Lin smiled, closing her eyes once more.
She knew that they would all be there, until the next time she woke up.