Aburameclanhead: My second fic. I have a good feeling about it. Also, even if no one likes it, I'll keep writing.
Deep in Fire Nation, on a secluded island was the mental health institution that (former) Fire Princess Azula resided in. Where she spent many day remembering her humiliating defeat at the hands of her brother, Firelord Zuko, and that Water Tribe peasant girl, Katara.
"I will have my revenge." she whispered into her pillow.
"And I can assist you with that." said a deep echoing voice that seemed to come at her from all directions.
She quickly rose and looked through the small opening in the middle of the locked steel door. There she saw a shadowed figure, which exuded a power that felt...familiar, yet much darker.
"And who are you?" she asked, her head cocked to the side with an wicked grin from ear to ear.
The figure stepped forward. He lit a small flame on the end of his long, bony finger revealing his face, and said with wicked laughter, "Your dark prince charming".
At the South Pole, in the Southern Water Tribe, Aang bolted upright in his bed, feeling a great evil was stirring somewhere in the shadows.
Aburameclanhead: This is just a prologue. It was never supposed to be long. Sooo, later.