A/N: This is the intro (teaser) to a story that was intended as a oneshot, but I wanted to get at least part of it out today. Happy Halloween, and please review, short as this may be!

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar.

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With skin porcelain white and hair of ebony, she sits in the dark and the dust. The lace-trimmed gown flows to the floor where it pools around the ornate chair, nearly drowning her in its dark violet depths.

So still. A perfect china doll, lips painted with the faintest glaze of pink, cheeks barren of color.

The chair's creaking rents the silence. The girl turns; thin light from the rafters strikes her brow, revealing the satin blindfold covering her eyes. A delicate spider trail from ear to shoulder gleams in the newfound glow. She parts her lips, and though no words breach the reverent silence of the attic room, there is clearly power here, power that resonates a pull equal to that of every constellation in the sky.

Come.

Then a plea, sounding very wrong in this commanding, invisible tone:

Come, save me from the Spider Queen.

Five miles away, he awakes with a start.