I don't know where this came from. (Bad Muse. Bad Plot Bunnies. No biting. We do not bite.) Anyway this is a Labyrinth/Avatar crossover with a touch of Mercedes Lacey's Five Hundred Kingdom series (more in a touch of tone, that certain people and places exist to test, meddle and such). Will eventually be Zutara flavored.

Timing wise Ursa's disappeared, Onzia's Fire Lord, Azula's about eight and Zuko's about eleven.

Prologue

The young girl sneered at the beautifully illuminated scroll before she set it aflame. "Fairy tales! How tedious. Leave to stupid Uncle Iroh." The Princess' cruel brown eyes sparked with amusement, though.
For there, frowning his unspoken disapproval, was her oh so proper, oh so stupid elder brother. Zuko, who took after and looked up to their annoying, weak uncle.

"As boring as that was there was one story that was almost interesting." Unknown and unfelt by her something tensed.

I think she's going to say it.


Don't be daft, she isn't...


"What was it about Azula?" There was wariness in the young Prince's voice, but a hint of hope as well. He did so try.

She's going to say the words.


Oh, she is
not. Let it go.


"There was a girl, a peasant I think, and she had to watch her younger brother. And he wouldn't stop crying so she wished him away to some monsters. Then it got stupid, she went and ran some kind of maze to win him back. I just would have let them have the brat." She sighed, overly dramatically. "Pity such things aren't real."

Oh Spirits.


She's going to say it. She's really going to say it.


"Still, brother dearest, almost interesting. If only that sort of thing worked." She shrugged. "I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now." She spoke calmly, a cruel smile on her lips, enjoy the hurt that flitted across her brother's face and was swiftly buried.

"Very funn--"

She said it.


She said the words.


That girl ain't
Right.

Thunder cracked as a sudden storm raged. Now it was an annoyance, in few hours it would be a bad omen, in years to come it would grow in the telling. The sky did grow dark though, but for lightings illumination. Strange, small shapes scurried in the corner of her eyes. Azula turned around, fists clenched and flaming. Her brother was gone. The most singular man she had ever seen stood there as if it was his palace. He was tall, all angles and had wild, strange, pale hair. "You should be bowing."
His expression of bored indifference grew a touch dark. "Not really, no. Kings outrank princesses and you are the one asking a boon of me." A crystal globe appeared with a flick of his fingers. "If you wish to win back your broth--"

"No." The eight year old royal had a sneer any of the Unseelie court would envy.

The Goblin King blinked, and then frowned. "To win back your brother you have to--"

"I said keep him." An evil grin cracked her lips. "With him gone I'm Crown Princess."

"I see." He sighed. "Such a pity." He threw the globe at the girl, it burst into a shower of sparks that didn't burn and was then simply not there.

And now the Story began in earnest.

TBC

Chapter One-The Prince adjusts to the new Court…