CyberActors15: So I'm not gonna lie to you guys. This fanfiction is 100% me trying to market the book I have written by doing a crossover between Avatar, Percy Jackson and my book series Inheritors of Power. I want to reach these audiences so I am writing this fanfic. And even if this doesn't inspire you to read my books at the very least I hope you enjoy the story. I wanted to do this as my rendition of the Percy and Azula story while also tossing my protagonist Kal Knights and sticking him with Yue. Just to let you know, I am going to treat the war slightly differently than the books. Don't worry the Fire Nation still attacked and the other nations are still struggling to play catch up but I'm going to play politics for a bit.


Chapter 1: The Children from Beyond This World

It seems that what they say is true. Great minds truly do think alike and the same can be said for great gods. It could have only been a cosmic coincidence that brought these two gods to the same place at the same time. One of the gods carried a sleeping toddler in his arms, the other carried a newborn infant. But these gods, despite belonging to the same Pantheon, couldn't have been more than strangers.

Of course, both gods understood the concept of parallel worlds. They wouldn't be meeting in the Spirit World near the Tree of Time if they didn't know about parallel worlds. But they never once imagined that the other parallel worlds had other versions of the same pantheon. Who could have predicted that? Athena likely but neither of these gods had any particular desire to discuss their plans with Athena ahead of time.

Poseidon looked at the god in front of him. He was different from the brother he knew. His shaven head was new and his demeanour seemed happier. He also looked older as if the centuries hadn't been as kind.

"Hades?" He asked cautiously.

The wry smile of the god confirmed the god of the sea's suspicions.

"And I take it that you are Poseidon? Although, not the Poseidon I know?" Hades confirmed.

"One and the same," Poseidon responded. "What brings you here, and with a child no less."

Hades chuckled causing the earth to shake lightly. That wasn't an ability Poseidon's Hades could do. He truly was a different Hades from a different world. Of course, the laughter gave it away, his Hades never laughed.

"I could ask the same of you brother?" Hades responded. "This land is far from your seas."

Hades had the same measured caution and he looked upon Poseidon. The last thing the god of death wanted was a fight especially since he was only just recovering his strength. It seemed diplomacy and honesty would be the path today. He didn't want to test his limits against an alternate Poseidon.

"But if you must know." Hades said. "I have come to bring this child to a new world."

Poseidon glanced at the sleeping child that was held in Hades's arms. The boy couldn't have been older than two years old. He looked like an African child with a small bit of black and red hair on his head.

"Is he one of your children?" Poseidon asked.

"Heavens no! I don't do mortal children." Hades proclaimed in laughter. "This boy is Kalusha James Knights. He was supposed to inherit my power before I departed from this world, but as the crisis surrounding our pantheon has faded the children like him are no longer needed."

That caught Poseidon's attention.

"And why would you need a child to inherit your power." He asked.

"The Olympians from my world had a mortality scare where it was suddenly possible for us to die permanently." Hades explained. "Our solution for this problem was to have these children inherit our power. I figured out the cause before our collective demise and so the children are not needed anymore. Zeus still fears their potential so he ordered all the children to be taken to different worlds so that they no longer pose a threat to his rule."

Poseidon sighed and seemed to age at the mention of his lighting-wielding brother.

"That is unsurprisingly within character for our younger brother." He responded. "I am here for much the same reason but a different execution. This is my son Perseus Jackson."

"You named your child Perseus?" Hades asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"His mother did," Poseidon responded. "As for why I am bringing him here… Perseus wasn't supposed to be born. I broke an oath and his existence threatens our very existence. To avoid Zeus's wrath I figured I would bring him here so that he could be amongst these people."

Hades studied the boy in Poseidon's arms. Perseus looked no older than a few months old.

"This is certainly interesting. Two divine heirs brought to the same world," Hades chuckled. "Tell me, does he possess your control over the seas?"

"He does," Poseidon responded. "He may be my strongest child yet. I can feel my domain roaring within him. The sea, the earth, horses and more. And your boy?"

"In a way, yes. His power over my domain is defined by flame instead of shadow," Hades responded. "He will no longer grow into a god however aspects of my domain still belong to him."

"Is that why you brought him to this world? His fire would help him fit in within the Fire Nation?" Poseidon said.

"Yes. I wanted him to feel safe and accepted among others like him even if he was different, and I can only assume the same for you and Perseus?" Hades responded.

"Yes. Perseus doesn't deserve the path of strife that awaits him if he remains within my world. So long as he is here the prophecy will never come to pass and he will live free," Poseidon answered.

Had either of these two gods done their research they would have known that this relatively peaceful world was currently experiencing a very tumultuous war that had lasted eighty-four years by this point. If they continued with their plan then their children would be thrown into the throws of war. But of course, gods weren't known for their foresight, if they were then most of Zeus's children wouldn't have been born.

Hades hummed in amusement.

"You know I came up with an interesting idea," He said as his eyes glowed with amusement. "These children should have very little worries,"

Once again a background check on the world would have gone a long way.

"Why don't I leave Kalusha in the Water Tribe while you leave Perseus in the Fire Nation?" Hades continued. "We could add a little uniqueness to their lives."

"Two boys of opposite elements raised in their opposite environments?" Poseidon asked. "I admit I find the idea tempting. Eventually, when they grow older they will likely want to head to each other's nation and perhaps then they might encounter someday like we did."

"A chance meeting of fate. The only person in the world who is exactly like them," Hades smiled. "I believe this can lead to a great life for the two boys."

The two gods didn't need convincing of their plan and so they shook on their agreement. The boys would grow up in their opposite nations and in time ideally find their way to each other as friends. Fire and Water, death and Sea. There was a time in human history when those two domains were considered the same. The humans in Mycenaean Greece often believed that the God of the Seas was also the God of Death. These were the same people who believed that Dyonisis was the reincarnation of the god Zagreus. Pirates sang songs of Davy Jones's locker, an underworld for sailors. Perhaps the children would be able to coexist peacefully as their domains once had.

To seal the pact, Hades and Poseidon crafted a matching piece of jewellery for each boy. A sea green locket, the same colour as Perseus's eyes, for Kalusha that could only be opened by Perseus and a fire red locket, the same colour as Kalusha's eyes, for Perseus that could only be Kalusha. That was the promise that the two would reunite.

With the promise secured, Hades and Poseidon sent the two boys into the world where they would thrive among their opposite nations.

~00000~

Traditionally babies didn't know a lot, but if there was one thing this particular baby knew, he didn't like the cold. His powerful lungs screamed out in discomfort as the cold crept around his person. Kalusha wasn't having a good time. The two-year-old boy hated the cold.

If the baby could articulate proper sentences instead of childish gibberish he would have cursed whoever left him out in the snow. Unfortunately, he was a baby and emotion was the only language he could speak. But it seemed emotion was good enough. A small flame came to life within the boy's chest and the cold started feeling more and more distant.

The baby's cries of discomfort slowed down just in time too. His cries had alerted the residents of the nearby civilisation.

~00000~

When Chief Arnook had heard the cries, he had thought that he might hear good news. He believed that his daughter, Yue had finally allowed herself to breathe. To his dismay, Yue remained silent. She remained in her seemingly endless sleep and he was growing more and more concerned.

Arnook didn't know what illness it was that gripped his daughter's heart and he was growing desperate. He was tempted to seek council from the Spirits within the Spirit Oasis as the healers had yet to determine a cause for her illness. Unfortunately, that would have to wait until tomorrow. He didn't want to risk taking Yue to the Spirit Oasis before she had been given medicine. A messenger would arrive from one of the other villages in the North Pole with medicine for Yue. For now, he decided to attend to the sound of the crying child that he heard. According to his knowledge, there should have been no other children in the palace and so he went to investigate.

Next to a palace was a stream with water that flowed from the Spirit Oasis and to his surprise floating along the river was a large ornamental basket. And it was from this basket that the cries of a child originated.

Arnook wasn't a water bender but he couldn't leave a child alone as it floated aimlessly atop the water so he waded into the ice-cold stream so that he could retrieve the child. At least the water should have been ice cold. Despite the cool winter evening air, the water was surprisingly warm around the basket.

The stream wasn't too deep, only going up to the chief's waist so he was able to reach the basket with ease before he grabbed it and began to pull it towards the palace. By the time he arrived at the shore, the guardsmen of the palace had arrived alongside his wife, Siano.

Upon seeing him, Siano immediately called to the power of the full moon and used her bending to help bring him and the child ashore. She wasn't a particularly skilled waterbender. As a general rule, all the women only learnt healing, but Siano had always been bright and had picked up on the water-bending techniques from watching soldiers train under Master Pakku.

Arnook felt the need to comment that Siano should have been resting. She had only just given birth a few days ago after all, but here she was exerting herself recklessly. He didn't dare say anything as he was simply glad that she was standing strong despite the trials of her pregnancy and the trials surrounding Yue.

The baby's cries had died down by the time he was on solid ice. Arnook first attended to his wife, ensuring that she was okay after exerting herself, but as always Siano was as strong as any water tribe warrior so he turned his attention to the basket and he was surprised.

There was certainly a child in the basket, a dark-skinned boy who looked like he couldn't be older than 2 years old with bright red eyes and black hair. He was wrapped in a bright red blanket that complimented his eyes. He also had a little necklace which was placed on his body. The necklace was unique compared to what was typically found in the Northern Water Tribe. It was a golden chain with a sea-green locket as a pendant. The most surprising addition was the presence of the strange sword that lay in the basket next to the child. The sword was sheathed and sealed so there was no real chance of it hurting the child. Lastly, there was a letter in the basket.

Chief Arnook didn't hesitate. He picked up the letter and began to read its contents.

"Greetings to whoever finds this boy.
Through circumstances outside our control,
this boy has been left without a family or home.
I can only hope as he sails off that he finds
a home where he can live.
His name is Kalusha James Knights. If you can
find it within your heart to take care of him
I will be eternally grateful."

"Kalusha James Knights?" Arnook commented as he tried the name on his tongue.

The name was odd and the child even odder. Arnook looked upstream hoping to see any sign of the person who might have left such an elaborate basket but he didn't see anyone. Even though the stream passed the Spirit Oasis, it was unlikely that someone would have left this child there. There was no elegant way down besides falling from the Spirit Oasis's waterfall, but if the basket had been placed there then the child would have surely died from the drop. That meant the person who left the child behind had to be close by. He turned to Siano first. The two seemed to share a silent conversation in which they were in total agreement. He turned to his guardsmen.

"Look around. See if you can't find who might have left this child here. For now, we shall take him into the palace." Arnook said.

"I agree," Siano responded.

The guardsmen nodded as they left to sweep the surrounding area. Two stayed to escort the royal couple and the enigma child back inside the palace. There was only one good place to leave a child right now. There was only one nursery after all and that was where Yue was being kept.

Kalusha was only two so there would be no chance of him doing anything to endanger Yue so there would be no harm in keeping the two together. To the couple's surprise, Kalusha didn't endanger Yue. No, what he did was so much more mysterious.

The baby stirred from his sleep momentarily as he was brought near the princess. Kalusha couldn't explain the sensation that he felt but he could tell that there was something wrong. He didn't know how or why but the girl in the same room as him wasn't okay.

As if acting on some divine instinct Kalusha raised his arm to the girl. His eyes began to glow as a golden flame came to life in his hands. Arnook, who had been holding him at the time almost dropped the child in surprise as the bright golden flame came to life.

"Live," The boy muttered.

The little flame flew out of his hand and above Yue. Before Arnook and Siano could react, the flame floated above Yue before dissolving and falling onto the princess, but she didn't burn. Instead, the golden flame vanished and her hair slowly turned white. That night a second cry filled the evening air as Yue cried like a baby should.

Arnook and Siano couldn't believe their eyes or ears. Somehow, this young boy, a firebender who had somehow found his way to the Northern Water Tribe had done something that none of the healers had accomplished. They weren't sure how he had accomplished it but just like that, their daughter was healthy.

~00000~

Regardless of the weather or the time of the year, Ember Island would always be a good place to go for a vacation even with a storm threatening to wash in. Prince Iroh smiled to himself as he breathed in. As a Fire National who lived in the Capital City, he was used to the scent of the sea but it was different here. The breeze was kinder here and the ports were less busy. Ember Island was after all a tropical island which was favoured by the Fire Nation Nobility so it maintained an air of cleanliness.

Just being able to walk on the beach, even as a light rain patted felt invigorating. However, he was clearly the only one of the two who enjoyed the light rain.

Prince Ozai, looked quite miserable in the rain, but all things considered, he always looked miserable. He hadn't wanted this vacation but his father left no choice. Fire Lord Azulon had determined that the political stage and seat of the military government was no place for a pregnant woman to be, especially one carrying his next grandchild so he had forced his sons and their wives away for an extended vacation. As harsh as the Fire Lord could be, he did value the well-being of those in his family.

Iroh, his wife Zei Min, and their son Lu Ten had been more than happy to accept the vacation, as had Ursa, Ozai's pregnant wife. Ozai was less thrilled. Ozai enjoyed the court politics. It gave him more chances to feel powerful. He spent much of his time talking and debating with generals in his father's army and growing accustomed to the desires of the nobility. He would miss that for the last few months until his wife gave birth. Sure he had servants that he could boss around, but that didn't give him the same political thrill and satisfaction for his thirst for power.

"Curse this blasted rain," Ozai muttered under his breath.

If he had been around others he would have kept his composure more but as it was only Iroh who accompanied him now, he could afford to relax slightly and not appear as the perfect prince.

"Relax, Ozai, it's a beautiful day," Iroh said.

"Even with this rain and a storm on the horizon?" Ozai said with a disdainful frown. "It's inconvenient Iroh. It's bad enough that Father has forced us here for a time but worse that we'll be confined inside until the storm passes."

"We're here because father thinks your wife shouldn't be giving birth in a place as stressful as the Capital. I agree." Iroh said. "With the recent threat of assassination, it's better to be safe than sorry."

"I know, he explained this much to me," Ozai said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I don't like it, I have more important things to do than to be here."

Ozai caught the disproving frown of his brother and he sighed. Even though he was taller than his brother, Iroh was still ten years his senior and his disapproval wasn't something Ozai wanted to deal with.

"At the very least, I wish we didn't have to deal with this rain," Ozai said in an attempt to save face.

As if the universe was listening to his pleas, the rain stopped immediately, except it didn't. Ozai and Iroh both stopped and looked around. Behind the two brothers, it continued raining and a few metres away the rain continued to pour. It was almost like they were surrounded by a bubble protecting them from the rain. It was then that they heard the sound. They heard the sound of a child's cries.

Both brothers were on edge. This wasn't natural but they weren't the type to be easily intimidated by strange weather patterns. There was another possibility. It was said that a skilled enough Waterbender could stop the rain in a small proximity and so the brothers proceeded with caution.

Turns out it was a Waterbender who was responsible for the rain bubble but not in the way that either brother had expected. Iroh was the first to spot the ornate golden basket at the centre of the dry area. Inside the basket was a baby boy with sea-green eyes, a note and an interestingly shaped sword. The basket was also filled with sea water and yet the boy was dry. Under normal circumstances, the boy would have drowned long before Iroh and Ozai found him. And yet he cried out seeking attention anywhere he could find it.

Iroh was quick to pull the boy out of the water.

"This boy is the Waterbender," Iroh said in surprise.

"That's impossible," Ozai muttered.

"Look Ozai, he should have drowned in all that water yet he is dry and breathes," Iroh said. "There's no one else here who could possibly be bending this water. It has to be him."

Ozai gave the boy a look of disdain.

"What is a Watertribe child doing here?" Ozai asked through narrowed eyes.

Iroh ignored Ozai's immediate distrust of the boy. Although his military career up until now had been limited, he had travelled around the world enough to understand that just because someone was from a different nation than him, it didn't mean that they were inferior to him. He had spent a healthy amount of time studying Watertribe bending and philosophies for his own benefit and could see the beauty in their culture and way of life and as a result, he didn't view the boy as any lesser because of his heritage.

Iroh picked up the note first. It seems like the paper was made of a special material so it wasn't damaged in the water nor had the ink run off the page. Clearly, the boy's parents expected it to get wet. Iroh wondered if this child hadn't been abandoned at sea and the basket just happened to wash ashore.

The note read;

"Greetings to whoever finds this note.
If you are reading this then I have likely perished.
This boy is my son Perseus Jackson.
Unfortunately, he has no family to call his own.
His mother was assassinated by my brother
and I cannot raise him.
I ask that you take him into your care.
I would be eternally grateful if you could show him kindness."

Iroh looked back towards the child. He couldn't quite leave him alone after reading that and even without the note he would have likely taken the child to find a home for him.

The older prince carefully lifted the basket and poured out the seawater that had accumulated within it and placed the baby back into the basket before he picked it up. The basket was surprisingly heavy or maybe it was the sword that sat in the basket with him.

"What are you planning to do with that child?" Ozai asked.

Iroh smiled. "I suppose we should take him with us," The older prince responded. "It would be in poor taste to leave him out here for the storm to claim him."

Ozai gave his brother an incredulous look but he didn't say any further. He was more happy that they'd be returning to the house. He just hoped his sister-in-law or nephew could talk some sense into his brother.

~00000~

Ozai's sister-in-law and nephew didn't talk sense into Iroh. When the two brothers returned, Iroh was quick to explain the sudden arrival of the child, Perseus.

Zei Min and Lu Ten both immediately fell in love with the baby Waterbender and wanted to welcome the boy into their family despite his heritage. Of course, Lu Ten was only four years old so the boy didn't know better but Ozai expected that Zei Min, a highly respected graduate of the Royal Fire Academy for Girls, would think otherwise of adopting a Waterbender. However, she claimed the boy's heritage didn't matter.

Ozai wasn't about to argue with them even though he strongly disagreed with the idea of a Fire Nation Prince adopting a Watertribe child. As long as the boy wouldn't cause him trouble in the future he could turn a blind eye to his brother's antics.

~00000~

Even now during the war Bin-Er was a bustling and thriving city. It served an important role as a political station meaning that the Fire Nation couldn't outright conquer it. They had already taken Jonduri as it was part of Fire Nation territory but Bin-Er and the other Shang cities couldn't be taken so easily. They served as important trade hubs and neutral territory so it wasn't uncommon to see Fire Nation citizens trading with Earth Kingdom and Water Tribe citizens.

It still created an awkward tension when a man in Fire Nation clothing or armour traded with an Earth Kingdom refugee who had fled here to hide from the war. There was a very tense yet enforced understanding between world leaders when Sozen started his war. The Shang Cities were off-limits. The trade from these cities were too important to be disrupted, even for the Fire Nation and so they were left neutral.

It was this city, where Poseidon and Hades met after they left their children at their new homes. Hades sat in a traditional Earth Kingdom outfit. He looked like a merchant with too much wealth to spare sitting in a tea shot enjoying a beverage. Poseidon entered shortly after looking like an Earth Kingdom naval officer looking to buy goods from a wealthy merchant. He sat at Hades' table and shared a smile with his brother from another world. There was already a steaming hot cup of tea waiting for him.

"Welcome Poseidon," Hades said. "I hope you don't mind Jingseng Tea. My Poseidon adores the stuff."

"You are truly fascinating Hades," Poseidon said as he sat down. "I have never known my Hades to like tea."

"You can't be married to a spring goddess who tries out new tea leaves and recipes daily and not develop a fondness for tea," Hades said with a smile but there was a hint of sadness to his tone. "Anyway. I take it you have completed your objective?"

"Yes Perseus is now safely in the hands of the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation," Poseidon said. "And you?"

"Funny. Kalusha has been adopted by the Chief of the Northern Water Tribe," Hades said. "They shall take care of him there."

"Amusing indeed," Poseidon said as he finally sipped his tea. "Both of our children left in the care of royal families."

"I would like to remind you that Kalusha is not my child," Hades added. "He was my replacement. But yes it makes sense, both were born to rule, it's only fair that they be surrounded by rulers."

"Yes," Poseidon said before he raised his cup. "To Perseus and Kalusha. Two boys born to be kings raised in a world where they will live in peace."

Hades smiled and raised his own cup. The two gods drank in peace before they had to return to their worlds and lives. They made vows to keep on returning and meeting each other while watching their respective children.


CyberActors15: And here we go first chapter done. Once again I am writing this story to market my book series and ideally attract new readers. I currently have three books out, and they are all available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. Inheritors of Power Volume 1, Inheritors of Power Volume 2: The Dragon's Birth and Inheritors of Power Volume 3: The Olympic Council by me, Caleb Gumbo. This book series is about humans inheriting the powers and responsibilities of the Greek Gods as the gods slowly die. It starts with the death of Hades and sees Kal Knights forced into the role of the new god of Death. If that sounds interesting to you, feel free to check it out. But if that isn't your speed you can check out my other fanfictions. Anyway, fell free to tell me what you think about this chapter. Until next time peace.