Yo, how's it going. So a little more than a couple of things before we start.

1) I'm not the best writer in the world. I make mistakes...lots of them. Feel free to let me know of any of these mistakes by whichever means you like, and I will try to fix them along with the next update.

2) I don't own ATLA blah blah blah

3) The first four chapters are going to be a flashback like a thing. Just a few things I have to set up before getting into the meat of the story. There will be a severe lack of Avatar-ish things, so please bear with me.

4) Have a nice flight; it might be a long one

Long ago, in a distant land, evil spirits roamed free, causing chaos throughout the world. At the heart of all the evil was Vaatu, the spirit of chaos and darkness. Vaatu and his army forced humans and animals alike to fight for the land they lived on, enslaving those that were weak. The sky's turned a blood-red as death, chaos, and destruction ravaged the world.

Tǒngyī, the spirit of harmony, battled hard with her armies to defeat Vaatu and end his reign of terror but to no avail. Having no other choice, she turned to the great lion turtles to request their help. Unfortunately, they alone were still not powerful enough to bring balance to the world. She begged the turtles. There must be something that they could do to restore balance to the world. The lion turtles, feeling a bit sorry for the pleading spirit, directed them to an ancient sleeping spirit said to be more potent than all of them combined. He alone could put an end to the madness. She asked the name and location of this mighty spirit, but the turtles could only answer with the words 'He is above. Be warned he is not the friendliest of spirits.' Tǒngyī took the words in a literal sense as she flew above to the celestial plain to meet with this nameless spirit.

Upon entering the plain, the spirit felt a presence so strong, moving forward felt like trying to push a mountain, something she had never felt before. With some struggle, she followed the force until finally, she found herself upon a large building with purple light emitting from every window. The building made her look like an ant as she entered. It was empty other than one raised platform where a strange creature lay in the middle. She had been alive in the spirit and physical world for a long time, but she had never seen a beast like this. Its body and head resembled that of a tiger with white fur and black stripes, but instead of tiger whiskers and feet, they were that of a dragon. Mounted on its back was the shell of a turtle and from that shell, two wings that resembled a phoenix. Around the creature's neck was a black cauldron filled with dirt.

Tǒngyī approached the beast with caution. She told the spirit that the world has been thrown into chaos and asked if the spirit could help. The creature paid no mind, staying in its sleeping position. She once again pleaded with the spirit asking for its help but was once again ignored. Annoyed with its lack of a response, Tǒngyī shouted at him. He had no business being a celestial spirit if he was going to let the world sink into darkness. It was a divine spirit's duty to protect the world below, not lead in its destruction.

This statement seemed to get to the beast as he slowly opened its eyes and un-tucked its body from its sleeping position. The beast's size seemed to increase as it stood. He questioned the smaller spirits presence with a booming voice asking why he should help those who abuse power, those who are doomed to repeat history over and over again. Tǒngyī asked to give the planet another chance, let the people prove that they can be peaceful. The beast remarked that they have had several opportunities to prove themselves and have failed every time. It would be better if the world died and started over with something new. Angered by this, she yelled at the spirit, saying he couldn't do that. There are still innocent beings that don't deserve to die. The beast scoffed at the notion and turned away from the small spirit.

Tǒngyī tried asking again for help but got no answer. Angered, she turned away to leave but not before insulting the beast, saying he was selfish and useless to the planet and humanity. Outraged by the comment, the spirit quickly turned and roared. He agreed to help, but it would come at a hefty price.

"Oh my, look at the time," a woman with long red hair stated, looking at the Spiderman digital clock. She closed the large book in her pale hands. Her blue eyes fixed themselves onto the small children sitting in the same bed, both with wide eyes. The young boy had dark brown curly hair that formed a short fluffy afro. His skin mimicked the color of creamed coffee while his eyes were dark brown. The little girl next to her brother had the same skin tone but had curly dark red hair. Her eyes were two different colors, one grey and one brown like her brothers.

"Aw, c'mon, mom! You can't just end it right there," the seven-year-old boy cried, pulling at his short hair while dramatically falling back onto his pillows.

"Yeah! That's not fair! You always have to finish a story, or else the story monsters will eat your feet," a four-year-old girl explained, crossing her arms.

"And who told you that," their mother mimicked crossing her arms, raising an eyebrow?

"Daddy did, of course! He said he almost got attacked by story monsters when he was a kid."

"Monsters aren't real, you dumbo," the boy blurted, glaring at his sister.

"Hey, I'm not a dumbo. My ears are not that big," Trinity whined back, cupping her hands over her ears.

"That doesn't mean big ears. That means you're stupid!"

"Hey, hey, hey, cut it out, you two. Nathan, what did I say about calling your sister that?" Their mother scolded with a stern voice.

"Sorry, Mom."

"I'm not stupid. Monsters are real. I've seen them before!"

"They are not!" Nathan shouted back.

"Stop it, both of you!" She stood up, walking over to the bed to sit in-between the two kids.

"Trinity, if you see a monster, your big brother will protect you, won't he?"

The young boy stared at his mother with wide eyes, "Mom, if I see a monster, I think I'm gonna run."

His mother's eyebrow twitched. "Not without grabbing your sister, you're not. Now its bedtime, and we have to get up early tomorrow."

"What are we doing tomorrow?" Nathan asked as his sister shuffled out of his bed and into her own.

"We're going to see your grandmother tomorrow, remember?"

"Man, not grandma, her house smells like old fish," Nathan groaned, crossing his arms over his chest pouting.

"Yeah! Old fish and dog buns," Trinity chimed in from under her blanket.

"Now, where in the world did you hear that from!?"

"Daddy...," both kids stated flatly in unison.

"Just because her house smells like old fish and... dog...buns doesn't mean we can never visit her besides she always gives you guys ice cream," their mother said, putting the book away before walking over to the two kids.

"Yay, ice cream! Remember last time, mommy, when we went to the mall and got the superman ice cream, and it tasted like fruits," Trinity squealed.

"Yes, dear," she chuckled, walking over to her daughter. She pulled the blanket off Trinity's head and draping it over her.

"Can we finish the story when we get back from grandma's house," Nathan yawned. His mother walked over to him, pulled the covers over him, gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Of course, we can, dear, when we get back." With that, she walked over to the bedroom door and flicked the light switch off, leaving just the little night light.

"Goodnight, both of you, I love you," she said before closing the door. She heard two small voices saying goodnight, and I love you too as she walked down the hall into the living room. There sat her husband dressed in pajama pants, watching some random show on the television. His darker brown skin glowed from the light as he looked over at his wife, scratching the small afro forming on the top of his head. She plopped on the couch next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"They both asleep?" he asked, placing a light kiss on her forehead.

"Yup, after some protest. I didn't get to finish their story."

"Which one did you tell them this time?" he chuckled.

"The one about the spirits."

"I thought we agreed not to tell that one anymore, remember? It gave Trinity that horrible nightmare, twice."

"Victor, you know why I have to tell that story to her." Her voice was showing more concern than anger.

"Ella, I've told you this a thousand times I'm not going to let our daughter be taken away by anything. I don't care who or what it is."

"It may not be our choice, Vic. She has the eyes of the spirits. Last time that happened in my family, my great-grandmother disappeared."

"Or she has a full heterochromia iridis, which plenty of humans on this earth have, and your great-grandmother is just as crazy as your mother," Victor snapped back, looking down at Ella. He saw the disappointed look on her face and sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Listen, we've had this little debate over and over again for four years, and I'd rather it not continue until we're dead and gone," he gently grabbed her chin and turned her head slightly to face him.

"I know you feel an obligation to tell that story to her, but can we at least wait until she's Nathen's age, just so she doesn't have the nightmares, please." He pleaded to her, looking into her eyes. Ella looked back at him; his brown eyes were digging their way into her very soul. She slowly nodded her head in agreement breaking the intense stare, "Fine, but as soon as she's seven, I'm telling it to her every night."

"I am completely okay with that," he said.

Both in agreement, they comfortable on the couch and watched the TV. "By the way," Ella questioned, turning her head to Victor?

"Hmm?"

"Story monsters, eating feet?"

Victor let out a small laugh, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Meanwhile, in the kid's room, a small purple light began to fill the room. The bright light filled the space, collecting itself next to the sleeping girl's bed and formed into a female human-like figure. The figure reached for the girl but stopped just before touching her cheek.

"You are still too young, but soon my child, you will follow." The soft voice echoed as the light dispersed, eventually disappearing into the girl again.

There you go friends, the first chapter of the flashback. Please let me know what you think by review or PM, whichever suits you best. Thank you so so much for reading.