Epilogue

Raidens body had become a mere husk of what he was like before, it had damaged his body much in three weeks. He was coughing up blood almost all the time he had difficulty breathing most of the time, his body weight was almost non-existent as it looked like he had a severe case of anorexia. He bones ached and cracked when he moved. He had difficulty sleeping or walking or eating what little he could find. The closet description to his state, would be that of a walking corpse.

Raiden wandered for a while through the South Pole, but for some reason he always ended up in the same place. The cave that Korra and himself visited long before going to Republic City.

It was night but even three weeks after he left they still searched for him endlessly. He entered the cave and went to the slope downwards where he found the apple they dropped the first time that he was here. He looked at its rotten remains but it only served as a grisly reminder of his own grim state.
He picked up the apple amd threw it out of the cave as he turned to the right and sat down in a small inset curve in the caves form. Listening to the sounds of the men and women outside searching for him he prepared to sleep.

“Wow naga!” He heard someone shout but knew exactly who it was

Korra entered the cave and looked around as Raiden was dreading the moment she should find him for it was inevitable.

As she searched and searched she neared the place were Raiden hid, and as he knew she would, she found him.

She gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth as she saw him, the shock to her of what he had become was immense and overwhelming.

“Raiden” she said in but a whisper as he closed his eyes and passed put from exhaustion.

Raiden awoke in a bed wrapped in blankets . The room was warm and as he opened his eyes he recognised it immediately, it was his own quarters in the South Pole Compound. As he pulled himself from the grasp of sleep and looked around the room he found it empty.

He got put of bed, slowly and painfully as his bones ached and cracked. He tried to walk but fell over meekly on the floor with a breatless grunt and quiet moan of pain, he pulled a nearby stick to himself and pushed himself to his feet using the stick as support. he put on a pair of trousers and a shirt over his bony, emancipated body so as to cover himself up. He knew not how long he had been asleep but he knew in his heart, it would not be long now maybe a day until his time would come. He left the room and hobbled with his walking stick to the kitchen to see if anyone was there.