Chapter 1

"So, how'd it go?"

"Good, he accepted."

"Perfect. But how's he gonna get there?"

"I have plans…"

The bustle of the the camp was heard all around. The fire blazed a vibrant red. The crowd's aura was joyous, they sang silly songs as the moonlight shone above the congregation of Greeks and Romans.

"Attention campers," Chiron shouted over the great noise, "first, a word from Reyna and Perseus."

"Romans!" Reyna began, "Greeks. We have gathered here to celebrate the fall of Gaia. We were divided into two sides, but we fought as one! Only together were we able to achieve victory, no matter who stood in our way *cough*Octavian*cough*." The crowd laughed. Some enjoyed discord though, and shouted.

"Greeks are still better!"

"Greeks drool, Romans rule!"

"Legion!"

"Camp!"

Amongst the bickering, Percy stood up and tapped his fingers against the microphone. "Attention! Um… so we beat Gaia. That was pretty cool, but most importantly, the Romans and the Greeks became allies. Now, before you start booing, hear me out. You all know Jason Grace right? The crowd nodded. "Well, some time ago there was someone else of note, before she became a Huntress, she was a camper and daughter of Zeus, Thalia Grace!" The hodgepodge of people looked dumbfounded. Slowly, realization crept into them and they slowly figured out Grace? "That's right! They were siblings with godly parent was just different in aspect. This is an example of why Greeks and Romans shouldn't be separated."

One person in the crowd started clapping, gradually the rest joined in. Soon enough, cheering and shouting started in a great uproar of approval and joy. In the chaos, I found my way to the center, the campfire. Not long after a certain son of Apollo approached me.

"Nico!" Will looked as if he prepared an elaborate speech.

"What?" I wanted to know why he, one of the most popular kids at camp would speak to a loner like me. Sensing confusion, Will backed away and started again.

"Nico, would you like to-" He was cut off by a hand grabbing me. As fast as an anemoi thuellai, I was sucked into the fire.

AN: This starts in the episode 'The Storm' from season 1 and diverges along there but follows the same basic path.

(Katara's Perspective)

A boy came out of the fire. I don't know how he did it. My first instinct was….

"FIREBENDER!" Aang's eyes opened in shock and he noticed the boy. The boy was dressed in all black, his eyes were closed.

"Where?" Aang responded, hesitant and fearful. It was then when he noticed the boy lying crumpled on the ground. "Huh? Where'd he come from." "Out of the fire!" I replied. Aang was seemingly confused, "Firebenders can't do that! I'm an airbending master and I can't teleport." Katara's face fell, "I guess you're right. Well, I think we should leave him be so you can finish up the rest of your story." Aang responded in the way he always would when it comes to people in need, "No way! We can't just leave a person in a cave! We're taking him with us. Maybe we can help him find his family!" Katara ceded, "Alright, Aang. We'll take care of him for now." "Yeah!" Came Aang's jovial reply.

(Nico's Perspective)

I felt cold, hard stone beneath my body. I could hear two voices, both boy and girl, around my age. I listened to them for a while, they were discussing whether they would leave me be or take me with them. Peering through my eyelids I caught a glimpse of the boy.

Blue arrows? I wondered. Then, it came to me.

"The boy you must guide will bear blue tattoos all over his body, all of arrows." said Hestia.

"Arrows?" I inquired.

"Yes, arrows. they are a symbol of his mastery over the element of air, he is the last of his kind."

It was who I was supposed to guide. Silently, I thanked Lady Hestia for dropping me right in front of the Avatar. I opened my eyes completely, as I did, thunder boomed. It was raining, I realized. The boy, whose name was Aang as I could make from the conversation, became aware of me.

"Katara, he's awake!" He shouted, "Quick! We need to ask him where he came from." The girl, Katara, waddled warily over to me, "Great, Aang! But be careful, he could be evil." I chuckled inwardly. Evil? The lines were blurred, was I evil for letting Octavian die? Aang reassured her, "What would be the chances of that?"

"Um, you do realize I'm awake, right?" I cut in. Both parties stared at me. Aang immediately asked, "Who are you?" Now was my chance, first impressions are everything. I decided to go the mysterious route. "Names carry power, Avatar. As for what I am? I suppose you'd call me your guardian Angel." A look of confusion washed over Aang's face. He then asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" I decided to let him in on a little more information. "Well, you could say that a very important spirit has chosen me to be your guide." Aang looked intrigues, I continued, "I am the last Deathbender."

AN: I know the idea of a Deathbender seems cliché but I think it will add an aura of mystery and suspicion that will make his and Sokka's interactions so entertaining, considering how he thought a 12 year old monk was a Fire Nation spy. Grammar might not be that good but I guess it is passable.

(Sokka's Perspective)

"I can't die, I'm too handsome!" I shouted.

The old man replied over the roaring sea, "Neither do I, boy!" The waves and rain were loud, crashing. Combined with the booming of thunder, it was a little difficult to get my bearings. The old man and I heaved and hoed until we saw, behind the storm gray clouds and tumultuous rain, a white-brown bison, soaring above.

'Aang!' I wanted to shout out. Appa approached slowly, landing on the shaking deck. Aang jumps off Appa as the bison flies up. The thunder strikes the mast, causing it to fall towards Aang. With no effort, he sliced it in half.

"Hold on!" He shouts as he grabs the other end of the rope that I had in my hands. The old man tightens his grip too. Aang propels himself with his Airbending, pulling the old guy and I up with him. We both landed on Appa with little effort. The old man grins guiltily after coughing out salt water. In the corner, I notice a boy in black. Who was he? An enemy? Friend? Whoever he was, he'd pay if he ever hurt my sister or Aang.

AN: I know there aren't any funny Sokka moments. Promise them next chapter!

(Nico's Perspective)

I noticed the boy in blue glaring at me. He was suspicious. I'd seen it a hundred times before, in the eyes of the Romans for being a child of Pluto. In the Greeks for not conforming. In Percy for betraying his trust to my father. Percy. I remember how he reacted to my confession. I pulled my thoughts away.

As we soared, the rain still continued, as strong as ever. We flew over a gray ship. There was a boy with a scar over his left eye, engulfing his face, on board. The look on the other's faces suggested he wasn't very likable. As we flew over though, I could've sworn I saw a skinnier, paler version of Will Solace. My thoughts flew to whom I suspected. Octavian.

AN: This is the first real chapter that I've written for The Last Deathbender. I think it was okay. I'm pretty sure my writing will get better as time goes on. I know this update is kinda' late but homework and stuff, so, ya. The next update will probably be in a couple of weeks. Expect more on Octavian and Sokka in future chapters. Their dynamics with Nico will be what you'll crave. Their confrontations are what I've put the most thought into. Next chapter will be episode 13 of season 1.