Disclaimers: I don't own Naruto or Avatar: the Last Airbender
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Prologue;
Tale of a Legend
Deep within a library, hidden from the world as it sat underneath the sands of the earth kingdom, a man sat in a desk, with a vast of scrolls laying around the table and the walls, looking for any mean to help him defeat and conquer his enemies but unfortunately, all of his efforts were in vain, and in frustration, he tossed the scrolls aside.
"ARGHH, useless scrolls! None of them contain any important information on the other nations!" yelled the man as he stood up and tore his hand through his hair in frustration, and was about to walk away, till out of the corner of his eye, he saw a scroll, resting between the teeth of a carved shaped dragons head, the insignia of the four elements marked at each different corner in a quadrilateral shape.
Curiosity gaining the best of him, the man walked towards the carving and slowly reached for the scroll. Seeing that nothing had happened when he touched it, he began to pull the scroll in attempts to break it free of its confined, but just as he pulled, the dragons head clicked, making him get cautious but the dragon only dropped its lower jaw, releasing the scroll.
The man backed away from the dragons carving, and sat down at the chair he used, and slowly unrolled the scroll, reading its contents in it, only to read a legend of old;
Legend of the Avatar of the Four Dragons
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Long before the Avatar came to existence,
And the knowledge of bending the elements became a way of life,
The rule of the shinobi dictated over the nations,
Waging war through the continents as they strived to conquer each other,
Leaving death and destruction in its wake,
Innocent lives lost in its aftermath,
But one child, who was chosen to jail a mighty spirit beast,
Scorned and hated, terrorized and beaten
Stepped forward and strode to end the wars,
Fusing his life energy with the spirit bound within him,
Gained the abilities to control the elements themselves by will,
And unleashed it onto the world,
Like a dragon soaring through the lands,
Defeating every threat in his path,
His power unmatched by no one,
As the marks of his body glow red,
Four dragons marking on his back,
Brought peace to the world.
Despite the power he contained, he was still human
And sought to pass his knowledge to four disciples,
Teaching them the fighting arts he created for each element,
Bringing balance as he divided his knowledge,
Sadly, the peace was disrupted once again,
As the wielder of the dark flames came,
Seeking to destroy with his flames of vengeance,
Only to clash with the dragon himself,
Long and hard they fought,
To only disappear in the end without a trace,
And with the death of the Crimson Avatar,
A new master of the elements was born,
Thus, the cycle of the Avatar came to be
Taught by the disciples of the first Avatar,
The new avatar learned to master the elements,
Maintaining the peace and balance for generations to come,
Only to disappear once again, in the world's time of need.
Foretold, it has been,
One day the Avatar of the Four Dragons shall awaken once again,
To light the courage of those who lost hope,
To unite the people to fight for peace,
And rectify the wrongs of the lands,
By defeating the same evil that fought him long ago,
And once again, bring order to the world.
Finishing reading what the scroll contained, the man scoffed, and threw the paper across the room as it landed with a clank as he picked up the torch and walked out of the room, to do more research on finding any weaknesses on the nations his nation waged war against.
The scroll laid there on the floor, underneath where the dragons head was mounted. If the man had not turn around and left, he would have noticed the rumbling of the dragon's jaw as it closed, and its eyes giving a crimson glow within the darkness, lighting the room softly till they finally died and darkness consumed it all . . . . . .