Okay, I lied. POV switch time!

Azula's POV

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I wandered through the alleys of this strange world, every now and then setting something on fire. It was a beautiful sight to watch all of these things die. The summer sun was filling me with strength, making me thirst for more death.

I stopped at a tattered sleeping bag next to a dumpster. The shape of a human lay inside of it, and what looked like the stomach moved up and down unevenly.

"Isn't it a drag to be poor?" I asked whoever it was inside the bag. "Maybe I should put you out of your misery!" I thrust my hand forward, shouting a flame onto the tattered end of the bag.

I bony, pale hand with yellow, claw-like nails came out of the bag slowly, and a tormented voice called, "Crucio!"

I light flew from the wand and hit me in the shoulder; I began to feel a pain more vast than anything in my lifetime. Shrieking, I fell to my knees, writhing in pain. My ears seem to clog and my vision was fuzzy. "Stop!" I cried, feeling hot tears on my cheeks. "I'm sorry!"

The pain subsided. I fell to my side, shivering at the pain. No fire-bending warrior could hold in a pain like that. Not even my father, who was cold and hard as a rock.

My vision cleared, and I just sat there, shivering, staring at the frail ankles of the man who had come out from his sleeping bag.

"My, my," he said, looking at the burn on his sleeping bag. "I have to fix this now!"

Finally, I looked up at him. He was bald, wearing a robe that looked like my uncle's; only it was black instead of bright red. His skin was almost translucent, and he looked scarred.

He pointed the stick at the bag. "Oxio Repairo!" he hissed, and a small figure shot from the stick and onto the bag. Before my eyes, it went from frail and tattered to knew and shining.

I caught my breath. "How did you do that?" I asked, clawing at my uneven hair.

"It's a wand, my darling," said the man grimly. "With it, I can do whatever I choose. I can kill whoever gets in my way, too."

My eyes became round as money. "Can you, now?" I asked, standing up, looking hungrily at the wand. "Would you mind to terribly if I tried?"

The man shook his head, which seemed to make his bones creek. "No, you may not. It shan't work for you. It takes a wizard."

"Oh," I said. I offered my hand to the thin man. "Azula, daughter of Fire Lord Ozai."

The rose an eyebrow at me, but took my hand anyway, shaking it slowly. "Voldemort." He paused for a moment, then added, "Lord Voldemort."

"A Lord, are you?" I asked. "Can you bend?"

"Bend?" he asked, as if the word were foreign.

"You know, like this," I said, shooting forward my hand and setting a rib-thin dog digging in a nearby trashcan on fire. He yelped, staring at the flames, and then ran in circles as his flesh slowly burned away. Then he collapsed. Dead.

Voldemort looked genuinely impressed. "That was amazing," he said, and it suddenly dawned on me that he had a British accent.

"I know," I said. "What else can you do with that wand of yours?"

"Well," cackled the old man. "This is one of my personal favorites." He thrust his wand at a rat with flies around it that was scuttling past the dumpster. "Aveda Kadavra," he said, shooting light from the wand. It hit the animal and, within moments, it was no more than a rotten lump littered with dead flies.

I clapped approvingly. "No, Voldemort. You're amazing."

Voldemort, looking pleased, offered me his hand. I took it, feeling the cold of his skin freezing my fingertips, but I did not let go.

"My dear Azula," he said in his raspy voice, "I have a proposition for you."

"Huh?" I asked, confused, and not knowing what he was getting to.

"I have this, err, club, you could call it. Me and a bunch of my friends who enjoy, well, going what we just did."

"Ending lives?" I asked, pleased by the thought.

"Yes," Voldemort chuckled. "And so I was wondering, would you like to join? You seem quite the type for it."

"Voldemort," I said, looking up. "I would be honored to kill with you and others."

Voldemort smiled, showing his rotten yellow teeth. "Excellent," he hissed. "We call ourselves the Death Eaters. I suppose you could say that we feed off of other's deaths."

"Really," I asked, suddenly interested a whole lot more than I thought possible. "Really? Because I have this… person… that I need revenge on."

"What did he do?" asked Voldemort, pocketing his hands and starting a slow pace down the alley.

I followed him, matching his steps. "I come from a royal family. I had a plan to take control of nations far past my own. But this boy ruined my plans… and he dethroned me. He is going to pay." Flames shot out of my fingertips, scorching the ground that I walked on.

Voldemort looked at me with compassion. "I'll help you," he said. "I understand your frustration with children who hurt your pride. Perhaps I should start another group, like the Children Eaters."

I laughed, even though it wasn't all that funny.

Voldemort stopped. I found that we were at a dock. The ocean was blowing up a breeze, the cold mist making us wince.

"I have this friend," he began, gazing out at the sea. "I'm supposed to met him here soon. I think you and him would get along well. He, himself, has a problem with a child, too."

"Children are such nuisances," I said, thinking of the Avatar.

Voldemort nodded, staring into the distance.

"So," I said. "Who's this friend of your?"

Voldemort took out his wand and rubbed it restlessly. "His name is Kronos. Just like me, he used to be very, very weak. He has had drastic problems in his life. He told me that he used to have great power, but was torn—or did he say ripped? No, it was chopped, that's what he told me—to pieces."

"He was dethroned and that caused him such distress?"

Voldemort shook his head. "He told me a group of great power, and his own children at that, are the culprots. He was overthrown by his children and wishes to take back power. He swore to help me get revenge on my enemies if I did the same for him."

"And I plan to keep that promise," said a determined voice behind us.

We turned to face a man with blonde hair, although there was a gray streak across it, and golden eyes. At his side was a sword; half bronze and half steel.

"Kronos," said Voldemort, shaking his hand vigorously.

"Volemort," said Kronos, smiling triumphantly. A dimple appeared on his right cheek, and I though of how much Mai would've liked him and Ty Lee would've despised him.

POV switch again (And I know this chapter is getting to be long, I'm sorry)

Kronos's POV

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I greeted my old friend, Voldemort, warmly. I could tell he was having a good day, being familiar with that crooked smile I had seen for so long. Then I noticed a girl standing next to him. I rose an eyebrow, as if to ask 'Ooh, look who's got a girlfriend'.

Voldemort stifled his breath and motioned toward the girl. "This is Azula," he said. "Newest member to the Death Eaters."

"I thought I was the newest member," I said jokingly. I was actually in the death eaters long before even the Pettigrew guy was in the. What was his name? Perry? Percy?

Just thinking of that name and I wanted to scream. I hate the Percy kid so much. I would've had a victory long ago if he had just quit being so stubborn and joined me!

"Come," I said, trying to get my mind to turn tide. "We have plans to discuss. I want to take out my enemy as fast as possible, which is out of the question now that I've been hunting him for four years."

Voldemort nodded. "Our enemies are much alike. The way to take it one is the way to take out all."

The three of us turned and boarded the ship, passing my room where my coffin ley, glowing brightly. We turned into a room with a long conference table, where a group of the reformed death eaters sat. "It used to much more impressive," mumbled Voldemort to Azula. "Then the bloody kid messed us all up."

"It used to be amazing," I commented, taking a seat in a corner. Voldemort took his seat in the very front, which is where he always sat, and Azula paddled to the back, the way all newbies did.

"My friends," hissed Voldemort, spreading his arms just as Azula took a seat. "We have much to discuss. I feel it that the boy is near!"

Everyone around the table snickered, as if licking there lips thinking of the boy we all hope to kill. "Let this week be the week that we are finally rid of… The cursed Harry Potter!"

I cleared my throat noisily.

Volemort rolled his eyes. "The Cursed Harry Potter! And Percy Jackson…"

In the back, Azula cleared her throat, too.

"Azula, is there something you wish to say?" asked Voldemort, tapping his foot, obviously annoyed.

Azula stood, her unevenly cut hair swinging back. "The cursed Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and Avatar Aang!"

Now the death eaters cheered right on cue, all happy that they have a fresh set on their checklist.

"But wait…" piped in some voice that I didn't look hard enough to see who. "How do we rid of them?"

"That's what we discuss today…" said Voldemort, chuckling happily.

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