Chronicles of Multiverse

The air still filled with lingering tension. Snowflakes swirled around us, carried by the remnants of Aang's storm. The temple, though battered, stood resilient against the Avatar's grief. The newly found Air Bison lay curled beside Appa, its massive chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. Katara ran a soothing hand over its dark fur, a frown tugging at her lips. "It looks… malnourished," she murmured.

Aang's brows furrowed. "How did you even survive all this time?" He glanced up at the fading afternoon sky. "Were you hiding all these years?"

The beast let out a low rumble, not quite hostile, but wary. Appa nuzzled it reassuringly, his deep "Mooo" vibrating through the temple.

Sokka sat on a broken pillar, rubbing his temples. "Right, so we have a corrupted air bison now. That's new. But can we talk about the real issue here?" He gestured vaguely at Aang. "Are we just gonna ignore the part where you nearly leveled an ancient temple?"

"One, the air bison is not corrupted anymore, at least I hope so. As for Aang leveling the entire temple, I don't want to say told you so, but told you so. I knew shit like this would happen when you have an avatar who is a fucking 12 year old." I said, while leaning against the mountain that hughes the temple.

Aang winced, guilt flickering across his features. "I… I lost control."

I crossed my arms. "No kidding. You almost turned us into popsicles."

Katara shot me a look before turning back to Aang. "But you pulled back. That matters."

Aang glanced down at his hands, flexing them as if testing their steadiness. "I just… I don't know if I'm ready for all this."

I sighed. "No one ever is. But you're the Avatar, Aang. Whether you like it or not, you've got a job to do."

Sokka groaned, flopping back onto the snow-covered steps. "I liked it better when our biggest problem was finding dinner." 

The ground rumbled. This time, it wasn't from Aang. We all tensed. The dark air bison growled, ears twitching. Appa stood abruptly, his fur bristling. Momo chittered and darted to my shoulder, his tiny claws digging into my clothes.

Katara straightened. "Tell me that was just ice shifting."

I glanced at the temple's entrance, my senses flaring. "It wasn't."

Aang swallowed. "Someone's here."

The realization struck us at the same time. If we weren't alone, then whoever—or whatever—was approaching had likely seen everything. I turned to Aang. "Can you still fly?"

He nodded but hesitated. "What about the bison?"

"We'll figure that out later." I stepped toward the shadows stretching from the temple corridors. "Right now, we need to deal with whoever just crashed our reunion."

Sokka unsheathed his boomerang, stepping beside me. "Right. Because when weird stuff happens, it always gets worse."

As if on cue, a silhouette emerged from the darkness. A figure in heavy, fur-lined armor stepped forward, flanked by two more. I knew them from the show, the one in front of Zuko while the one who flanked his right was Uncle Iroh. I don't know the left one since he is a new figure. "Great, I just dealt with an avatar mode aang, corrupted air bison and now the fucking fire nation. The Air nomands put a curse on anyone who firebends. no offense, Aang, but I am starting to hate this place." I said, Sokka, announce his approvel

"I agree."

Katara and Aang just looked ahead, not minding us right this movement. Their leader's gaze locked onto me, then Aang. Recognition flickered in their eyes. A slow, deliberate smirk crossed their lips.

"Well," Zuko drawled, his voice smooth as oil. "Looks like we found the avatar. You better surrender, Avatar, we have you surrounded."

The air grew colder. Not from Aang, not from the storm—but from something far more dangerous. Aang stiffened at Zuko's words, his hands balling into fists. "I'm not going with you." His voice was firm, though I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

Zuko tilted his head, unimpressed. "You don't have a choice." He nodded toward the unknown figure at his left, who took a step forward. Unlike Zuko and Iroh, this one wore a dark red mask, obscuring his face.

Iroh sighed, stepping forward slightly, his expression calm as always. "Prince Zuko, perhaps we should—"

"Not now, Uncle," Zuko snapped, his golden eyes never leaving Aang.

Sokka tensed beside me, gripping his boomerang. "So, do we have a plan, or are we just winging it like usual?"

"We always wing it," I muttered, keeping my eyes on the masked soldier. Something about him set off alarm bells in my head. He wasn't like the usual Fire Nation grunts. "I call Iroh, the dragon of the west," I said and ran off towards Iroh. Of course, Zuko tried to intervene, but I dodged him effortlessly and reached Iroh. I was trying so hard not to go fanboy on him, but we are on the battlefield, and I need to control my emotions.

"It is an honor to meet the Dragon of the West, I am a huge fan."

Iroh blinked, clearly caught off guard by my enthusiasm. He stroked his beard, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Ah, it is rare to find admirers in such... unique circumstances."

Zuko, meanwhile, looked like he was about to combust on the spot. "Are you serious right now? We're in the middle of a fight!"

"Correction," I said, pointing at the masked guy. "We're in the middle of figuring out who that guy is." As if on cue, the masked firebender took another step forward. The air around him shimmered—not from heat, but something else. His presence felt wrong.

Aang must've felt it, too, because he shifted uncomfortably. "Who are you?" The figure didn't respond. Instead, he raised his arm and conjured a flame. Not the usual red-orange fire of the Fire Nation. No, this fire burned a deep, unnatural blue. Oh, hell no.

Katara gasped. "That's—"

"Yeah, that's bad," I cut in, already grabbing Sokka by the collar and pulling him back while regrouping with the original. "That's real bad."

Iroh's eyes darkened, the usual warmth in them replaced by something sharper. He knew what this meant. Zuko, however, was staring in disbelief. "Wait. You—" The masked firebender moved. Faster than any firebender I'd ever seen. One second, he was standing there. The next, a wave of blue fire came roaring toward us.

I returned, stepped forward, split the wave of fire, and extinguished each side of the flame independently. Aang's eyes widened. "That's not normal firebending!"

"No kidding!" Sokka yelled, scrambling up the temple steps.

Katara was already moving, water forming around her hands. She flung a powerful whip toward the masked firebender, aiming for his legs.

She didn't even dodge.

Instead, his flames flared, evaporating the water before it could even reach him. "It's no use, This is not your normal firebender. Let me introduce you to the princess of the Fire Nation, second in command after the king, the Princess of blue flames. I call her The crazy princess, Azula."