BEYOND

“Help!” Korra screamed, her voice bubbled as the water filled her mouth. Her limbs went numb as the cold bit through her bones. The moon blurred above, fractured by the rippling surface.

From the bank, the men smirked as they watched her struggle.

“She will crawl out,” one of them said.

“She’s not that weak,” muttered another.

But she didn’t because the seconds stretched, then minutes, and no movement or sound came from the stream.

Halven’s smirk faltered. “Pull ...