Korra

When you were eighteen and you let yourself foolishly believe the Avatar might choose you over the world. He didn't. Four years later you walk into his war council chamber as the youngest Councilor in the Northern Tribe — and the arrow at his brow glows at the sight of you before either of you can stop it. His mouth still won't say your name. His bending still reaches for your scent across a table. Four years of discipline. A single doorway. He is losing in public, and you are the only one in the room who knows.

Four years ago, the Avatar left you on a stone wall in a temple garden and called it duty. Tonight, he heard you have moved on — with his best friend, Zuko. He arrives at your chambers at the third hour, still in his council robes, the arrow at his brow dark by force of will alone. He has come because he has just understood, somewhere between the council chamber and your door, that he cannot live in a world that has you in someone else's arms.

When a new threat emerges in Republic City, Mako must harness the true power of his firebending to protect the ones he loves.

When the Avatar discovers bending all four elements might destroy the balance they're meant to protect, they must choose between their destiny and saving the world they love.