A/N: Hello ladies and gents, here is my crossover of PJO and Avatar. I wanted to adopt Percy Jackson and the Sapphire Flame but the author updated recently so I decided to make my own. As always, thanks to Nerds4506 for betaing and making this better.

If anyone is interested, go check out my two other stories; Immortalized and Shadows of Tartarus.

In the grand throne room of Omashu, Percy struggled to keep his eyes open as he listened to the endless stream of citizens petitioning the king. The ceiling towered high above, and large, flickering torches adorned the walls. A massive green rug extended from the raised dais, where Percy sat on a small throne beside his father, King Bumi. The king listened attentively, a content smile on his face as each citizen relayed their concerns and grievances. King Bumi had always treated his subjects with the same respect and dignity that he demanded from them as their ruler, just as his father had done before him. Percy knew that one day he would take his father's place as king, but he was in no rush. The thought of ruling and dealing with politics held little appeal for him.

Despite his lack of interest in ruling, Percy had been raised to uphold a certain standard - a standard of duty and honor. When the time came, he would take up the mantle of king, but he was content to wait as long as possible. As he sat there, listening to the endless petitions, Percy couldn't help but wonder how his father managed to keep it all together. He felt like his disheveled black hair would turn white like his father's before the proceedings were over. Percy's gaze drifted to a small boy who looked just as bored as he was, as the boy's father waited for his turn to speak. A mischievous grin spread across Percy's face as he twitched a finger. He felt a pull in his gut, and the water in a nearby trough slithered out of its container, gliding across the floor. The tendril of water rose up behind the boy, unnoticed by the other occupants of the throne room. Percy tapped his finger against his throne, and the water tapped the boy on the shoulder. The boy turned his head, but saw nothing, as the tendril followed his movements, hiding behind his head. The tendril tapped the boy's other shoulder and followed his head as he swiveled around. Percy smiled at the boy's confusion before using the water to tickle his cheek. The boy giggled, and his eyes lit up as he noticed the tendril of water morphed into the head of an eel hound. Percy smiled as the boy gently cupped the head of the water eel hound, staring at the construct in wonder.

Several petitioners noticed the boy and smiled as they watched the tendril wrap around the boy gently. The boy laughed, drawing even more attention to himself. Someone cleared their throat, and Percy turned his head to see his father staring at him with a raised eyebrow and a grin on his lips. The water bender grinned back at him and, with a wave of his hand, commanded the water tendril to leave the boy, who watched in disappointment as the tendril maneuvered out from the crowd and back into the trough. The king was interrupted from speaking by the throne room door sinking into the earth. A gate guard, clad in stone armor and green robes, jogged into the throne room, the petitioners parting before him like the sea. The guard dropped to a knee before the throne, bowing his head. "Hail, King Bumi," the guard shouted. Bumi gestured for him to rise, and the guard quickly stood up. "My king, they have returned. They are on their way as we speak."

Percy looked to his father in anticipation. They had been expecting them for days, and Percy had begun to wonder if they had failed. The thought was not a pleasant one. Bumi's eyes lit up in surprise before he gestured to the citizens. "We will continue these proceedings at another date," he explained to the confused citizens. "Please clear the room." The guards swiftly guided the petitioners out of the throne room, and Percy waved goodbye to the boy, who returned the gesture.

Once the last of the citizens had left, Percy turned to his father, the throne room door rising to seal them off from the outside world. "They are late," Percy remarked to his father. "They were supposed to be here days ago."

Bumi nodded in agreement. "Perhaps their cargo gave them trouble?" he suggested, a humorous glint in his eye.

Percy smiled as the throne room entrance opened again and a squad of earth bender soldiers entered the throne room. Eight men in similar garb to the guardsmen approached the throne, their formation boxing in a ninth person, of which two held securely. The clanking of chains echoed within the massive stone room. The lead soldier dropped a knee before the king, the rest of the group, minus those holding the prisoner, followed suit. "My king, I report that our mission was successful," the lead soldier stated with his head bowed.

Bumi smiled at the soldier revealing several crooked yellow teeth. His green crown topped with feathers shaped like a U tilted on his head as he inclined his head to him. "I can see that," he said as he rose from his throne, his shoulders slumped, and his form shrouded by his massive dark green robes. "Bring the prisoner forward." Percy quickly followed his father, standing tall and proud next to him in his own finely crafted dark green tunic and trousers. A silver pendant bounced on his chest underneath his clothes.

The two soldiers dragged the girl forward, chains connecting her hands and feet to each other clanking. The soldiers forced the girl to her knees before the king and prince of Omashu. Golden eyes glared at the two with such anger and hatred, Percy half expected flames to shoot out of them. Her raven hair cascaded down her figure in a disheveled heap. Her garments of black and red were dirty and lightly torn in some places, showing signs of heavy travel and resistance. Despite this, the grime upon her face, and the disgust she showed, Percy found himself struck by her beauty. He could see why she was named the Jewel of the Fire Nation. Bumi looked at this girl with a critical eye, unfazed by the girl's murderous glare.

"Princess Azula," Bumi greeted the restrained girl. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Though I wish it were under better circumstances." A colorful piece of crystal fell from his sleeve into his hand. "Jennamite?" he asked as he held the rock candy out to the princess.

Azula flinched back, the anger replaced by disgust and irritation. "No," she said tightly, like she wished to tear off her restraints and burn them all.

Bumi shrugged before eating the crystal. "More for me," he said as he bit into it. Another crystal fell into his other hand, and he tossed it to Percy, who caught it and took a bite.

Anger was tempered by intrigue as Azula's eyes wandered to Percy. "So, you are the prince of Omashu?" she purred, leaning back easily in her chains. "I thought you'd be more… impressive." She grinned as his brow twitched in annoyance. "I'll give you credit. Capturing me was a bold move. But once my father figures out, I am here, he will not rest until this city is burned to the ground."

"Ozai was already going to do that," Percy answered for his father, who was enjoying his crystal a little too much. "We planned to use you as a bargaining chip to end this war."

Azula quirked an eyebrow at the prince. "Bargaining with my father? That's adorably naïve. He would sooner burn this city to the ground and pull me from the ashes than bargain with two-bit Earth Lords like you," she sneered at them.

Bumi gave the princess a lazy look. "Your father is welcome to try. This city has stood for hundreds of years, and it will stand for hundreds more," he scolded the princess who huffed and looked away. The king gestured to his men. "Take her to her holding cell." The soldiers nodded and lifted her to her feet before escorting her out of the throne room. "Please excuse the accommodations. Us two-bit Earth Lords live in caves after all," he shouted after her in a cheerful tone.

Percy smiled at the string of curses the princess unleashed upon them as her voice slowly faded from their ears. Something about flames so hot they'll burn through stone. He turned to the leader of the squad who had remained behind, he had taken off his wide circular hat capped with a bronze dome on the top. The man stood several inches taller than Percy, his shoulders broad and his large physique was barely his underneath his armor and tunic. "Balo," Percy greeted the man with an outstretched hand. "It's nice to see you in one piece. I didn't want to have to find a new captain of the guard to torment."

Balo's dark brown eyes lit up as he smiled and took the prince's hand. "I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy," he joked. "You didn't cause too much trouble, did you?"

Percy shrugged. "Dad might have had to pay for a cabbage stand. Paid the man twice as much as it was all worth in apology."

Balo raised an eyebrow at the boy. "Is that all?"

"Dad has been keeping me busy with training and studying," Percy answered. "Haven't really had the chance to cause too much mischief."

Balo grinned before turning to the king. "The plan went smoothly, mostly. We captured her shortly after she left General Fong's fortress. She apparently was making an appearance for morale or something."

Bumi rubbed a hand against his wrinkly chin. "And how fares the fortress?"

Balo shook his head. "Complete surrender. I don't know who was leading the Fire Nation forces that captured it, but they had swept aside the defenders like a wildfire through dry bushels."

Bumi hummed in thought. "This is of great concern. I have not seen someone this successful since General Iroh. We will need to look into this," he said thoughtfully before turning to Percy. "Go to the prisoner and see if you can find out more about this general."

Percy recoiled from his father. "Huh, excuse me?"

Bumi raised an eyebrow at Percy and grinned. "You're not scared of a little girl, are you?"

Percy opened his mouth before shutting it, unwilling to admit that yes, he found the girl a little intimidating. "Why don't you talk to her?"

The king shrugged. "Because I want to go play with Flopsie," he cackled as Percy gave him a deadpanned look. "Besides, you're turning sixteen in a month. You need practice talking to girls your age anyways."

Percy squawked as his father and Balo laughed at his expense. "I don't think interrogating a prisoner of war is good practice for finding a woman."

"You'd be surprised," Balo chuckled. "If you can get information out of Azula, you could woo any girl that catches your eye."

Bumi smiled maniacally at his son. "Just start off being nice. Ask her if she wants any accommodation. We may be cave dwellers, but we do have a standard of decorum."

Percy looked between his father and Balo, both of whom were on the verge of laughing again. "Fine," he relented. "But she's not going to tell me anything."

"Maybe," Balo said as he clapped Percy on the shoulder. "She might not even know anything, but it's worth a shot."