Author's Note: I've been taking a break from writing fanfiction mostly due to a lack of ideas, inspiration. Recently I just went through an avatar the last airbender marathon and that got me back into enjoying Atla. From there I began looking for good fanfiction and I found a very good crossover between Stargate and Atla.

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It is very good and got me to thinking about how I would imagine a crossover. So here it is. Maybe be cross posted on archieve

Please enjoy and leave comments if you can.

Disclaimer; I don't own anything. If I owned ATLA I wouldn't have made a live action series. That or gotten a better director.

AND I know I should update the other stuff.
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No. This cannot be, I will not let this happen again!

"Aang! What's going-"

Fourteen year old Aang woke up with a shuddering gasp, shooting into a sitting position. It took a second for him to adjust to the darkness, to the unfamiliar feeling of the cloth he was lying on. It was of a very expensive quality, one that a king would sleep upon. He heard rustling from beside him, another form shifted.

"My lord?" The unworldly like low thrum in her voice echoed eerily in the chamber.

Aang jumped to his feet, landing lightly on the ground like a cat. The coldness of the ground made him jump up again, this time yelping. From her position on the bed, the priestess lied there, amusement on her face. "You should return to bed, my lord."

The youth twirled in the air, light on his feet, landing on the bed. "I'm not a lord." Aang protested, a sheepish grin on his face.

Whatever protests were drowned out by the loud sounds of a gong being struck. "Oh! Breakfast time!" The Avatar leaped, flipping in the air before jumping through a nearby window. He vanished from view leaving the priestess alone. She smiled at his antics, combing her long hair back. For as long as she had lived, she'd never thought to see her God again.

For Priestess Ying, it has been a long thousand years.

It was good to see the Avatar once more, even if he wasn't what she remembered.

It was an odd sight to see a young bald man zipping past grown warriors, aerobatic feats deemed nearly impossible. But this man was not a mortal, he was a god. He was their god.

Former first prime Haruok used to serve his god, his system lord with nothing but the utmost devotion. He would lay his life down. Haruok had never imagined that his god would throw him in the way, flee only to die in the skies in the face of another god. No, his system lord was no god, he was a coward a worthless fool. No god would run away, leave his people to die.

It was the end of their world. The land was on fire, as was the air. Enemy ships dotted the sky, their people routed from their homes and herded into cargo bays. Their darkest day has arrived and instead of leading them into battle, their god had hidden and ran off. It was rather disappointing. Even their priestess had stopped praying at the altar, praying for a miracle.

Haruok saw the brilliant light erupt from the altar, then wind came and heat. Through the blinding light and the howling winds he saw a figure in the middle of it, a glowing...boy. No, a god.

For only a god could split the earth, summon winds to knock ships away and lightning to strike down those that oppose him.

Haruok sighed, lifted from his reminisces by a rather persistent being, as he lifted his bowl and looked down at the beaming god. "Yes my lord?"

"I'm ready for my next lesson!" The god said.

Only a god would entertain his subjects, fight with them, learn from them. Haruok was a deep believer in the gods, and in obedience. He sipped calmly, and slowly. "Have you eaten?"

"Yep!" The noisy growl from the god's belly betrayed his words.

"Run. Run until you tire."

"Aww!" Even with this word of protest Aang started to run, zipping along with a speed no man should possess.

Haruok eyed his soup, a leaf lazily floating above his head. Perhaps Master Bra'tac was wrong. The boy was not a false god. He was a true god.