After taking the advise of a reviewer, I recently gave Legend of Korra a try. Needless to say that a thought occurred to me so here is a brand new story crossover between ATLA and LOK. Naturally, this is not canon, but the plot stirred me more and more as I viewed LOK. Please feel free to comment. I am only going to upload the first and second chapters just to catch your interest. However, I am well into this story so look for more updates soon. Enjoy.
Upon throwing the crooked man into the fog, Zaheer felt a sense of rush fill his lungs. It was only a matter of time before he would finally capture the avatar and lead the nations into a new world order, that is, a world without order. The fact that Aiwei knew too much and spoke a riddle's worth of lies wherever he went deemed the man a liability from the beginning. Zaheer knew better than to trust such a man especially when he had no further uses anyway. Zaheer shook off the slight pang of guilt he felt and began to walk away from the impending fog and the doomed man's screams.
"Leaving so soon?" A small, but commanding voice asked from the shadows behind him.
Zaheer shook his head vigorously. He had been in the place a bit longer than he needed to. He was starting to hear things. As he proceeded, the voice now more clearly defined called to him again.
"How dare you walk away from me? Do you not respond when royalty speaks to you?"
Thinking the voice belonged to that lowly, scrap of a queen from the Earth Kingdom, an irritable Zaheer turned angrily in the direction of the voice, however, instead of the gluttonous queen instead a beautiful woman appeared before him from the mist. Zaheer was stunned at the sheer presence of her nearly falling to his knees as he took in her dark, long, black tresses that extended well beneath her shoulders. Her skin was ghastly pale, yet her eyes seemed to bore holes in his thin skin with their sheer brilliance. Despite the heavy fog, her eyes were clearly golden matching the gold trim of her outdated Fire Nation uniform. Who was this woman? Zaheer's eyes took in the woman from where she was standing mere feet from him. Her red painted lips were curved slightly upward in a sinister fashion. He allowed his eyes to scan her slim figure, slightly hidden behind the armor she was wearing.
A soldier? He inquired.
He moved his eyes upwards, past the sharp chin, smooth cheek bones and piercing eyes to her black tresses. At the top of her head was a small, but prominent golden pendant worn by Fire Nation royalty.
"You like?" The woman suddenly asked, hypnotically.
The master airbender shook his head, snapping him out of his trance. Immediately sensing the fog building around him, he was reminded of his beloved P'Li waiting patiently for him to return. Looking towards the ground to avoid the woman's eyes, Zaheer calmly sneered back at her. "I am not one for royalty".
Still pointing her finger, the woman let out a shrill laugh that seemed to shake the ground.
"You're mad!" The air-bender yelled.
The woman stopped and looked at her perfectly manicured fingernails. "Yes, I guess you're right. I have been mad for quite some time now, but I am assured you can assist me in that regard".
Sensing a trap, Zaheer took a cautious step back. He knew enough about the spirit world and the fog of lost souls to know to leave this crazy woman alone.
"Do I smell fear?" Continued the woman.
"What do you want? Who are you?" Asked the man.
"One question at a time. It's not like I'm going anywhere," her eyes flickered back to the master airbender. "That's a sharp look you're giving me by the way. Careful, you could puncture the hull of an Empire Class Fire Nation battleship, leaving thousands to drown at sea".
That was it. Zaheer turned around to leave, for sure this time. He did not have the time for the woman and her riddles. Despite his attempt to leave, the woman continued to badger him.
"Well, tough guy. You seem to be in such a hurry. Is it a woman?"
The air-bender stopped in his tracks, but did not turn around.
"Ah, a woman has gotten your little feet whimpering away. No matter. She's probably a poor, little dribble of a thing. Based on your appearance, you didn't age well. I sense a military background. You two probably met in an infiltration camp. You rescued her and lived happily ever after. But you could not stay out of trouble so you led your little cunt right into a trap. Which you should have seen with all of your experience correct?"
Zaheer felt his anger rise with each word the woman spoke.
"But even with all of your experience, you still failed to protect her. Instead, you left her, probably went to prison. If she was worth anything she was probably captured as well. With all of your guilt and nothing but time, you waited for an opportunity and it came. Am I on the right track?"
The air-bender whirled around to answer the woman with a fist full of air, however, she was nowhere to be found. How did she know so much? In an attempt to find answers, Zaheer ventured into the center of the fog of lost souls, scanning each forlorn face of its inhabitants. There was no sign of the woman with the golden eyes. Instead another woman caught his attention. She was seated with her back towards him, her long brown tresses intertwined into a single braid. She seemed to be meditating. Cautiously, he approached her. Hoping she could lead him to the woman he had seen before.
"Uh, excuse me?" He asked cautiously as he reached for her shoulder.
The woman quickly jumped several feet into the air somersaulting away and landing squarely on her feet facing him. She was equally as beautiful as the first, though less sinister. The girl was no more than about eighteen, dressed in an old fashioned Avatar Kyoshi get up. Upon seeing him, she brought her hands to her face.
"Agni! It can't be!" She squealed as her feet danced below her.
Zaheer exhaled deeply, shaking his head. Everyone in this place was loony as shi-.
"Zaheer? Is that really you?" Asked the woman shakily.
Surprised that she knew his name, Zaheer blew a gust of air at her. The woman's eyes widened as the air torpedoed in her direction, but to both their surprises, a gust of blue fire evaporated it before it could reach her.
"How?" Wondered Zaheer. He had never seen anyone bend blue fire before. He had only heard legends about a woman capable of such a feat over 70 years ago, a woman lost to history.
"Crowned Princess Azula of the Fire Nation?" He asked the woman who had suddenly reappeared at the acrobatic woman's side.
"Ah, so my name lives on good," she stated regally.
Zaheer bowed respectfully, although he cared little for royalty, he knew that he was standing before the famed Azure Dragon. He had read countless tales, in addition to his studies on the arts of air-bending, about the woman over his time in prison.
"I apologize for my impatience with you earlier, Azure Dragon," he stated as he bowed respectfully.
The gray-eyed girl next to her giggled uncontrollably. Azula waved him off.
"Hmmm, flattery's always nice, but I am not the one you need to apologize to".
Confused, Zaheer looked to the girl in face-paint.
"No, I don't care about that formal stuff. L-look at you! You are so handsome," said the girl.
Feeling the fog thickening, Zaheer knew he had little time before he would be overwhelmed by it and trapped in the spirit world forever.
"My apologies ladies, but I have little time. I have a mission that requires my attention".
"Oh?" Stated the dragon with an inquisitive eyebrow. "Do tell".
Feeling that it was safe to do so, Zaheer replied, "I must kill the avatar and I have little time to do so".
Both women exchanged quick glances that the air-bender noted.
"My, my, time goes, but everything remains the same. Right, Ty Lee?" asked the dragon.
The acrobat grinned. "Literally. It is a shame that you have to go so soon. We could use the company. Promise you'll come back".
Zaheer felt tense. He had traveled throughout the spirit world numerous times and the fog of lost souls was always the land of intense quiet. Why were these two women chattering like they were on vacation? Curiosity got the better of him and he agreed to meet with the two again upon finishing his mission.