I (obviously) do not own the Wheel of Time of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Robert Jordan, TOR, and Nickolodean do. Though I wouldn't mind owning Mat... hmmm

I apologize for the beginning. I don't have any of my books with me, so the dialogue and possibly many of the spellings are way off. This is mainly an issue at the beginning. Continue reading. I promise, the whole story dosen't suck (or I hope not) just the very first part.

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Mat looked at the strange doorway in front of him. It had hypnotic designs over the edges of the arch. You could see straight through the arch, but supposedly if you walked through it, you would get true answers to three questions. Not the Mat exactly knew how it worked, but he understood the basic idea of it.

Light burn Aes Sidei and their mysteries and ter'angreal and any other flaming power related thing! He cursed to himself, steeling himself for whatever journey he was about to take.

Light! Here goes nothin...

He stepped through the door quickly and immediately felt a blinding wave of light hit him.

"Light! Blood and bloody ashes!" he yelled. He blinked his eyes open and found a vaguely snake looking human next to him.

"Yes?" he asked impatiently.

"Do you have any instruments of fire, music, or iron?"

"What? No." he answered, confused at the question.

"Good. Follow me."

"Where ar-" Mat cut himself off, realizing that he didn't want to waste his questions. He clamped his mouth shut determinedly.

The snake-thingy-ma-whatzit led him through countless hallways and rooms. It took a great deal of effort and will-power for Mat to not blurt out a trillion questions.

Light, but it's hard to learn anything without asking questions! Finally they reached a big circular room, with a lot of other snake thingys sitting around.

Mat decided that now was the time to ask his questions.

"Should I go back and help my people in the Two Rivers?"

"Go to Rhuidean."

What? Rhuidean?

"Why? Rhuidean? Why should I go to Rhudean?"

"Because if not you will die."

"Die! Why?" The snakes weren't answering. They kept going on about something, but Mat wasn't paying attention. He was yelling. They were going to answer his questions whether they liked it or not!

"Why will I die if I don't go to flaming Rhudean?"

"For side-stepping the paths of fate."

"Fate? What fate!" But that was his third question. Snake men came out and started wrestling him, trying to throw him out. Mat was fighting, yelling every curse that came to his mouth.

"Bloody flaming sons of goats! What fate? What flaming fate?"

"To marry the daughter of nine moons!"

"To die and live again and live once more!"

"To give up half the light of the world to save the world!"

"Go to Rhudean gambler!"

"Go to Rhudean trickster!"

"Go to Rhudean master battles!"

Then, Mat was thrown out. The blinding white light came back fell out of the doorway. His mind was in turmoil, trying to figure out their cryptic message.

"Great deal of help that was! Light! I'm more flaming confused now than I was before!" It was then that Mat looked at his surroundings.

"What?" he whispered to himself, looking around. This definitely wasn't a basement in Tear. There was a spring of water near him and grass and stone around. Not such a strange setting, but strange in that he had no clue where he was.

Suddenly, Rand fell out of no where, landing on his feet of course. Not in the least but fazed. He stood there, all kingly and noble looking, glancing at the surroundings. Until he saw Mat.

"Just poking around around Mat?"

"No, I went through, same as you. Though I wouldn't suppose you know where in the bloody pit of doom we are!"

"No. I was just wondering that myself."

Then came Moiraine, much the same as Rand. She caught sight of the boys.

"You! Both of you?"

"Yeah."

"Light! Two ta'veren at the same time. That would explain..." she trailed off into silence.

"Not to interrupt your ta'veren studying or anything, but could we maybe figure out where we are!"

Moiraine looked around and crinkled her brow as she seemingly was just now taking the change of settings.

"Hm. Troubling."

"Is it really?" yelled Mat sarcastically, getting frustrated with the situation.

Light! Of all the people to get stuck with!

Suddenly, some of the trees surrounding the glade rustled and four people walked through.

They all took on a battle stance, though only one of them had a proper weapon that Mat could see. But that never ruled out the one power. But if that was the case, that one boy would be a channeler. Mat shivered at the thought.

"Who are you?" asked the young boy with no weapon. He was bald with blue eyes and had arrows tattooed over the parts of the body that Mat could see. He couldn't be older than 12.

Mat raised his hands in a surrender, thinking that it was best to not show any threat at all until there was no getting out of a fight. But he wasn't sure he could fight this group anyways. They were all practically children, two of them girls.

"Peace!" he called. "We mean no harm. Just lost. If you could tell us where we are, that would be great."

The strangers lowered their stances, but still looked somewhat wary.

"The southern part of the earth kingdom."

Mat blinked. The southern part of where? He looked back to Rand for help. He stepped forward.

"Hello." Rand said.

"Hi. Who are you? You never said," responded the child with arrows again.

"I'm Rand al'Thor," he said with finality, to sound like the should know exactly what that means. They would have if they were anywhere near where Rand and them were from and going by what they had given as a location, they weren't.

"Okaaay. And that means..." said the other boy. Taller and much tanner. He looked to be the oldest of the group, but not by much.

Rand ignored the question. "What's your name?" he directed at the younger one again.

"Aang of the air nomads." Rand nodded.

"He's the Avatar," added the tall one again.

Mat couldn't resist. "Okaaay. And that means..." Gaining shocked looks all around and a slight chuckle from the younger girl of the group. She looked to be about the same age as Aang with dark hair pulled into a bun, extremely pale skin, and she appeared to be blind.

"Where exactly are you from?" asked the other girl. She looked a lot like the older boy. A little younger though.

"Far." was the only response Mat gave. "If we could see a map if you had one on you, it would be greatly appreciated. Mat spun a silver crown through his fingers, not sure if it would work, but you could never underestimate what a person would do for the right amount of money.

The group glanced at each other nervously. Aang stepped froward.

"Sure. You can see a map." There was unsuppressed innocence in his voice despite the fact that he was trying to remain cautious.

"Wait. Aang are you sure we can trust them? They're not spies?" asked the older boy again. Mat scowled annoyed with all the time this was taking.

"And who are you exactly?"

"Sokka of the Water Tribe."

Mat laughed a bit, amused that he would tell the very people he thought were spies where exactly who he was and where he was from. Sokka glared at him when he laughed.

"Who are you?" he countered.

"I'm Mat."

"Mat..." he prompted.

"Cauthon." he finished, figuring that if they had no clue who Rand was they wouldn't know him either.

"And she is...?" asked Sokka pointing to Moiraine.

Moraine swept forward gracefully. "I am Moraine Damodred Aes Sedai." Mat had never heard the Aes Sedai title used with a last name, but it made for a more impressive greeting and he supposed Aes Sedai could do as they wished.

The older girl stepped forward. "I'm Katara of the Water Tribe and this is Toph Bei Fong of the Earth Kingdom."

"Hey. Sup?" said Toph.

Aang cleared his throat. "Here, uh, the map is over here." he said lamely.

The three nodded and followed the group.

They came to a group of tents. There were three cloth ones and what appeared to be two slabs of stone that came out of the ground and met together. He briefly wondered how that had been formed. The power?

They walked inside one of the tents and Aang pulled a map out of pack and laid it on the ground.

"Here," he said pointing to the bottom of a large continent. "That's about where we are." Mat blinked at the map and squated next to it. "Where was it you were looking to go?"

Mat continued to stare fearfully at the map, studying it for any clue of his world. "Shar et cinder." murmured Mat, not realizing he'd spoken the old tongue until after he did.

"Mat? Mat? Is everything OK?" asked Aang.

"Um." he tried to think of a lie quickly and decided to just toss the dice and see where they landed. "I'm not familiar with this map. Perhaps you could point out our location on my map."

The four people of this land stared at each other strangely before agreeing, confusedly. Where's my bloody luck when I need it?

Map found a map of most of the known countries that he liked to have on him for situations like these and spread it for the children to see.

"I've never seen this land. Have any of you?" asked Aang looking back at his companions and all shook their heads, except for Toph who said:

"I've never seen anything." That confirmed Mat's earlier suspicion that she was blind. But more importantly, they were lost in a strange land and had no clue where they were or how they had got there.