The Grip of Justice

I awoke to someone shaking me. The motion was soft and gentle, like a ripple on a pond, but even that sent waves of agony searing through me, scattering my already bleary thoughts. My tail quivered uncontrollably as I curled into a ball, shrinking from the hand that brought me such pain. 

"P-please!" I whimpered. My throat was bloody and raw, like I'd been screaming. It made sense, considering the pain I was in, but why did I hurt so much? Not a single cohesive thought or memory made it through the fog caused by the fiery ache in my shoulder, and I was left afraid and confused.

"Xiviyah, get up! Please!" 

The voice was familiar, but strained and desperate. A memory flickered through my mind: a girl with short brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a teasing smile. Korra.