Well alrighty then. I'm gonna skip any long, droning intros and get right into the story. So, as they say in the movies, SHADDUP AND READ!

The wind blew gently, swaying the grass with each breeze. A single figure sat cross-legged, eyes shut in deep meditation, his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath.
"Ahem."
Aang's eyebrow twitched, but he calmed himself and focused his attention on his breathing. He exhaled slowly, returning back to his meditative state.
"Ahem."
It was firmer this time, but Aang was adamant on staying in this spot for as long as possible.
"AHEM."
The sudden change in tone succeeded in yanking Aang out of his peaceful state, which made him fall back onto the ground in surprise. He rose to his feet and turned to face the fiend who had dared to pull him out of such a peaceful state of mind and instead came face to face with one of the many female servants of the Fire Lord's home.
"Pardon me, Avatar Aang," she said politely, completely ignoring the scowl Aang was giving her, "but a message has arrived for you from the Fire Lord himself."
In her outstretched hand, she held a letter marked with the seal of the Fire Nation. Aang held it up and read it out aloud.
"Salutations, Avatar Aang. I am Professor Wen Zheng of the Fire Nation Academy of Culture. For the past year, I have been wondering the uncharted Northern Mountains and have come upon a discovery of which you may find particularly interesting. What I have discovered here can, unfortunately, only be explained in person. I hope you receive this message soon and I wish you a safe journey."
Aang slowly lowered the letter, his face amazed.
"What does it mean?" The servant asked, suddenly interested in the Avatar's black expression. Instead of answering her, Aang took off towards the royal stables, a strong gust of wind following his wake. As he ran, he issued one last command to the bewildered servant.
"Get my saddle!"

"And coats, just in case we get cold." Katara said, handing Aang a thick fur coat. Behind her stood Toph and Sokka, the latter with a worried look on his face.
"I just wish you'd be more cautious about this Aang." He said, shifting around nervously. "I mean the last time we had anything to do with a Professor, we ended up being attacked by a giant owl and almost getting buried alive. Not to mention Appa got kidnapped by a bunch of sandbenders." He said motioning to the sky bison who simply groaned in return. But Aang was unperturbed by Sokka's claims. In fact, he was even more motivated by the prospect of another adventure. Truth be told, the young Airbender had become extremely bored during the year of peace that followed the defeat of Fire Lord Ozai. There had been no "great revolt" as many had thought. Ozai had no followers left in the world and it was something all 4 nations were grateful for. The prospect of peace and tranquillity seemed heavenly to Aang and the rest of his friends after long months of evading the Fire Nation and training for the inevitable showdown, but now that they had been simply waiting around for the next diplomatic meeting or the next dinner with nobles, boredom had plenty of time to creep up on them.
"Don't be such a prude, Snoozles," Toph said, climbing aboard the saddle that rested on Appa's back, it texture and feel bringing a wave of nostalgia upon her, "If this Professor guy says he found something cool, I say let's go see! Besides, it's SO boring just waiting around to talk to some old farts and having tea with my parents isn't exactly top priority right now." Katara chuckled at this, knowing full well how prim and proper Toph's parents could be. Then she noticed something.
"Hey, Toph, aren't you supposed to be at your parent's house right now?" Toph grinned at her.
"I should shouldn't I?" She replied.
With all three of his friends settled in the saddle and their supplies loaded, Aang only had one thing left to do.
"You ready for this, Momo?" He asked the lemur. Momo chirped in response and promptly fell asleep in Sokka's lap. Aang smiled at the sight and turned forward to grab the reigns as the North wind began to call to him.
"Alright, Appa, yip yip!"

Meanwhile…

The Boiling Rock. Named so as it was little more than an ugly slab of stone surrounded by boiling hot water. Also, it housed the most dangerous criminals of the Fire Nation.
After the war ended, many of the wrongly convicted political prisoners were released after many years of wrongful imprisonment. Many historians would say that this was done as compensation for their wrongful convictions. However, this was done out of safety for the prison population. Safety from the Boiling Rock's newest inmates.
Ozai's walk was dignified as he was led down the prison hallways by his once loyal guards who followed him cautiously, always a few steps behind. Even without his bending, it was nice to know that he still instilled some fear into the minds of those under him. Ozai glanced to his left and his eyes fell upon a cell. That cell. He thought as he continued on. To any passerby, it was little more than a rusted steel door with a particularly heavy lock. However, the screams and crazed muttering that came from within were all too familiar for the former Fire Lord.
This was Azula's cell.
Ozai simply strode past, ignoring the anguished cries from within her cell. Ignoring the fact that she called for him much more frequently now.
As they neared his cell, Ozai held up a single hand. The guards understood this sign and turned to leave, locking the door behind them, leaving the former Fire Lord to himself. Ozai entered the cell and sat down.
"You might as well show yourself," he said to the bars, "You're about as quiet as a lionturtle in heat."
From behind him, a single figure rose from the darkness. Ozai turned to face his guest, sneering.
"If you're here to kill me, do hurry up. I'm only in here for the rest of my life." The figure did not react to Ozai's statement. It simply moved into the dim light of the cell, giving Ozai a better look at his mysterious guest. The figure was a tall man, clad in a long cloak. He threw said garment around his shoulders revealing worn but thick armor. His arms were heavily scarred; with burns similar to those he had given Zuko all those long years ago. The man steeped closer to Ozai, taking a seat in the cot directly in front of the former Fire Lord. The two sat in silence for a few long minutes in which Ozai sized up his guest. The man was obviously a bender as he carried not weapons. The exact nature of his bending, however, was unknown to Ozai. The man walked with the dignified grace of a master Firebender but held himself with the humble pride of an Air nomad. He possessed no insignia on his armor and his face was too obscured by the cloak's hood.
"Fire Lord Ozai," he suddenly said, throwing back the hood "It is an honor to finally meet you." Ozai stared at the man's face, his expression unchanging. The man face was just as scared as his arms, with a long diagonal slash running straight from his left eye down to the bottom of his chin. His hair was cut military style, efficient and shot, probably to avoid it being grabbed by an opponent. His expression was neutral which made it hard for Ozai to judge whether the man's words were true or not.
"My name is Liuwang." The man said, finally introducing himself. Ozai raid an eyebrow at this.
"Oh? Well, at least it's polite of my would-be assassin to introduce himself before killing me." He sneered. Liuwang simply shook his head at this, his face still unreadable.
"I have not come to do you any harm, Fire Lord. However, I do apologize for sneaking up on you. I have, in fact, come with a proposition for you."
"And what might that be?" Ozai asked, still sneering, "Offer me freedom then turn me in to some bounty hunter for some quick gold?" Liuwang leaned in close to Ozai before stating his next words.
"It's much simpler than that." He said, his expression hardening. Ozai saw a fire in his eyes and knew by this point that he was dead serious.
"You help me kill the king of the Skybenders; I give you your throne back."
The words hit Ozai like a sledgehammer, though he did not show it. On the surface, he acted calm and collected towards Liuwang's words but in his mind, he knew full well that this was the chance he'd been waiting for. After staring at Liuwang for 3 long minutes, he finally spoke.
"Alright," he said smiling, offering his hand, "It's a deal." Liuwang nodded and turned to the wall of the cell.
"Then we don't have a moment to lose." He dropped into a low crouch, his left hand drawn back in a fist. After a few seconds, his arm began to glow and hum softly. With each passing second, the glow grew brighter and the humming louder until Ozai was sure the man's hand would burst. Then, as quick as it had started, it stopped. Liuwang rose to his feet and dusted himself off, still facing the wall. Just as Ozai was about to open his mouth to berate the man, Liuwang threw a punch at the wall and the roar of thunder was heard as the brick disintegrated, leaving behind a clean hole. He turned to Ozai.
"After you." Ozai scowled at the man's arrogance but, once again, was masking his true feelings. Inside, he was terrified as the sudden realization of the bender's nature hit him.
The man was a Skybender.
As he calmly stepped towards the hole, Ozai hesitated for a moment, casting a glance at the cell bars behind him. He was suddenly aware that he was probably leaving Azula out of his escape. Then, he suddenly remembered that he was unable to bend anymore and that he'd be practically useless compared to a Skybender. As if reading his thoughts, Liuwang placed a hand on the Fire Lord's shoulder.
"Worry not, my men have secured your daughter. We will meet back at the camp, but for now we must make our escape." As if on cue, the unmistakable roar of thunder was heard in the direction of Azula's cell, followed by her crazed screaming which was promptly silenced by a loud whack. Ozai nodded and walked out of his cell, feeling dirt crunch under his feet for the first time in a year. He looked across the vast boiling lake which gave the prison it's trademark name and spun back to face Liuwang, suddenly aware that they had no escape route.
"And how exactly do you plan to escape?" He demanded. Liuwang simply smirked calmly.
"Same way I got in." He said, offering his hand. Ozai grabbed it and he immediately turned to face the lake. Liuwang's eyes shut in deep concentration as he began to mutter some ancient incantation. As he spoke, the ground beneath them began to hum in the same way his fist did. Ozai began to feel nervous, wondering if this actually was an elaborate assassination attempt and if the man would simply strike them with thunder. Just as his grip on Liuwang's hand began to loosen, a great roar of thunder sounded in the sky and streak of light crashed down upon them. The ground on which they had been on exploded in a shower of dirt and the two men, Skybender and Fire Lord, vanished into the night.

AN: Liuwang means exiled in Chinese (according to Google translator) and Wen Zheng means wise (same source).
Alright, I just want to say now that I'm not very consistent with my updates. Check back every other day or just when you feel like it. That way, we can have fun as each new day may hold an update! YAY! But really, I'll try to stay on track as much as possible. I think I owe it to my past readers, where ever they may be, to update my newest entry as much as I can after that fiasco with my Left4Dead story (which I have yet to even begin writing a new chapter). Alright, that's all for now! Ciao!
- Scratchy