Disclaimer: If I owned any part of Avatar, I would know where the Creators were hiding and have started my hostile takover by now!...Or...I mean...I would bring them cookies...of course...
AN: And the mysterious phantom is...dun dun dun! A random yellow eyed Earth Nation Prince who just happened to steal Zuko's mask when both of thier ships exploded at the exact same time!
...Come on. I know I'm nuts, but I'm not that bad. (Still doped up on medication, though...) (Though I personally think that Zuko is more Tiger than Dragon...but it fits the mysterious/mythical criteria about right...)
Approaching the Dragon
She wanted to run—fight...
It wasn't past battles or injuries that flooded her numb mind, nor her dead mother or missing father; instead she remembered Aang, hurt and confused, trapped in the vortex of the Avatar State—and he had needed her most when she was most afraid of him.
Zuko made no sound as he reached for the discarded face. She spoke instead:
"You don't need to wear it if you don't want to." The illusion was shattered, never to be restored. Yet he was still her Phantom, her guide, her confidante.
She would not run from him.