separated —

‘witchcraft,’ they hissed, like a curse they so feared, spitting like snakes, spreading like a merciless pyre, but they don’t know—they don’t know—that the strong powerful fearless woman they stole from korra’s hideaway is not the one who controls the essence of the earth, who sings with the fire they mean to feed her to, and what they don’t know—they don’t know—can kill them.