(A/N: Hello everyone. It's my new story. I'm sure we've all heard jokes about James Cameron's Avatar and The Last Airbender Avatar, well here's an Avatar story based on James Cameron's. I think I'm the first to do this, yay! List of whose playing who is below. Hope you like it.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Eytukan... Hakoda

Eywa... Yue

Grace... Iroh

Jake... Zuko

Wainfleet (Trudy's gunman)... Combustion Man

Quaritch... Zhao

Max... Toph

Mo'at... Aunt Wu

Neytiri... Katara

Norm... Aang

Parker... Ozai

Sylwanin... Sokka

Tommy... Azula

Trudy... Mai

Tsu'tey... Jet

"JAMES CAMERON'S AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER"

Chapter 1: A New Chance In A New Land

As I lay there with my face up in flame, I started having these dreams of floating on water. I was free. Sooner or later though, you always have to wake up…

Yellow eyes opened to survey his surroundings. He was in the heart of the Fire Nation. People dressed in red scurried about around him. He was just like them. Dark hair, pale skin, red clothes, but a burn scar on the left side of his face made him stand out from the others.

Such a burn scar could have been prevented if taken care of properly, but this hadn't been an accident. No, it had been a lesson in honor, or so he had been told. This scar marked him as the dishonored son.

But he didn't want pity. He told himself he could do anything anyone else could. He knew the way the world worked. It wasn't fair. The strong prey upon the weak.

He spotted a prime example. Sitting in a teashop known as the Jasmine Dragon, he spotted a fellow Firebender known as Hide abusing a young girl named On Ji. The guy was a brute, and he was quick to violence. Right now, poor On Ji, the girl Hide fancied, was at the receiving end of it, having Hide's open palm connect with her cheek.

The strong prey upon the weak. That's just the way things are. And nobody does a damn thing. But the scarred Firebender wasn't satisfied with that. He may have lost his honor, but he could at least stop a dishonorable situation.

Yellow eyes narrowing, he stormed over to the so-called couple. Placing a hand on Hide's shoulder to get his attention, he waited. As soon as Hide turned to him, the scarred man's fist slammed into his face. Soon a fight broke out, one which Hide was clearly losing. But since it hadn't been him that started the fight, everyone else came to his aid.

The scarred Firebender was dragged from the Jasmine Dragon and thrown out into the street, landing face first into a puddle. He didn't let this bother him though. Rolling onto his back, he glared at those who threw him from the teashop.

"Hope you realize you just lost yourself a customer!" he shouted.

A humorless smile crept up his face as he looked up at the sky. So this is what the great Fire Nation had been reduced to. Had it always been like this and he just hadn't realized it until he had lost his honor, or had the great nation just fallen this low?

As he pondered on this, the faces of two individuals obscured his vision. The first on, a cute girl with her brown hair braided down her back dressed in pink rather than red spoke first. "Hey, Jun, are you sure it's him?" she asked.

The other one, Jun, just smirked. "Yeah, it's him all right. There's no one my Nyla can't track down. Trust me, Ty Lee, a Shirshu knows who it's tracking."

That seemed to be good enough for the girl named Ty Lee. "You Prince Zuko?"

The scarred man, Zuko, didn't even bother to make eye contact with them. "Get lost, you're ruining my good mood."

Jun didn't take his sarcasm to heart. "It's about your sister."

Now that had Zuko's attention.

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So it had finally happened. He had suspected it for a while now, but to actually see it was rather unnerving. His sister, Azula, princess of the Fire Nation had gone and lost her mind. She had been unstable for years now, always bordering on madness. But now she had finally snapped.

She was being held in an asylum. Wrapped in a straightjacket and chained to the wall, she twisted about, breathing blue flames, her eyes rolling around in complete insanity. Zuko wasn't sure what had finally driven her over the edge. She was always crazy, but now she was beyond help, being a danger to herself and others.

As he watched his sister's useless attempts to get free, he heard Ty Lee speak to him. "Your father requests that you come to help him in the war. The royal family needs an heir, and with the princess out of the picture…"

Zuko snorted. "My father wants me? The shamed son that he himself burned and dishonored?"

"It's necessary for the public." Jun told him. "The Fire Lord is there, but we need the public needs to see the face of his heir." She glanced at Zuko's scar. "So to speak."

Ty Lee nudged her and shook her head; afraid Zuko might take offense. "It'll be a fresh start in a new land. A chance to reclaim your honor, take back your future as the next Fire Lord."

Of course. His father was only calling him back because Azula was no longer fit for the position. But that didn't mean Zuko would refuse the offer. He wanted his honor, he wanted his thrown, he wanted his father's love. It was the only parental love he would get since his mother died several years ago.

And that was how he ended up on a ship heading to the Southern Water Tribe. For it was only the Water Tribe that had yet to embrace the ways of the Fire Nation. With their superiority complex, the Fire Nation believed that their way of life was best for the world and tried to get the other nations to follow their lead. Already the Earth Kingdom and the Air Nation had bowed down and accepted the ways of the Fire Nation, most times by force. Only the Water Tribes remained.

It wasn't just wanting to 'help' the other nations that the war began. The Fire Nation had used up most of their land and natural resources and had to seek others. Unwilling to let go of their ways and compromise, they conquered the other nations and forced them to submit. Soon the world would belong to them.

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After a long time at sea where the days blurred together, their destination was finally in sight. Before them was an entire continent, most of it covered with snow and ice. It was here that the ship finally docked.

Fire Nation soldiers exited the ship to join the hundreds of others. Zuko went with them, even though he was no usual soldier. Though he was a powerful Firebender, he knew that his place here was mostly to serve as a figurehead. Too bad he wouldn't be able to hide his shameful past any longer.

"Hey, check this out." he heard a soldier muttered. "It's the dishonored prince. See the scar?"

"Oh man, that's just wrong." Said another soldier.

Zuko ignored them. Let them insult him. Until he regained his honor, he wouldn't have any to insult. But he would reclaim his honor. Soon the Water Tribes would bow down to the Fire Nation. Then Zuko would become Fire Lord, and his father would become the supreme ruler of the world, the Phoenix King.

Sounded simple enough.

But that's when he saw several tanks returning from battle. They were in bad shape. One of them was badly dented and was covered in ice with giant icicles piercing its metal armor.

Ok, so maybe it wouldn't be so simple.

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"This isn't going to be like conquering the other nations." The admiral told the new recruits. "This is the Southern Water Tribe. The Air Nomads were a peaceful bunch that hated fighting. The Earth Kingdom was all about defense. Not these people. They are our elemental opposite. And if you're not careful, these Waterbenders will wash you out."

He stopped walking and turned to face the soldiers. "I am Admiral Zhao, and it's my job to keep you alive." He fell silent for a moment. "I will not succeed. Not with all of you. This place is as unforgiving as the ice that covers it. If you want to survive, you have to respect that fact.

"Our mission is to get the people of the Water Tribe to submit to us. Their warriors are Waterbenders. Like us Firebenders who control fire, like Airbenders who control air, and like Earthbenders who control earth, these Waterbenders control water. And that goes for all kinds of water and liquids. Whether it be ice, mud, or the very blood that pumps through your veins."

Listening to this, Zuko couldn't suppress a smile. There was nothing like an old school safety brief to put your mind at ease. After the speech was when things would get interesting. Zuko wondered who he would be working with.

It was very unexpected. Leaving the meeting, a young Airbender came speeding over to him. The blue arrow tattoos on his arms and bald-head identified him as such, as did the ball of air he was hovering on.

"Hi. You're Prince Zuko, right? I'm Aang. I'm a negotiator. I worked with your sister. It's really too bad what happened to her, but we didn't work to well together. She really gave me the creeps."

Zuko didn't know how to respond. What was this child doing here with a bunch of soldiers?

"Come on." said Aang, grabbing Zuko's hand. "I'm supposed to take you to your uncle as soon as the meeting is over."

Reluctantly, Zuko let himself be dragged along. He didn't know how he felt about seeing his uncle after all these years. It would be awkward. If his sister was crazy, then his uncle was right behind her. But at least he wasn't violent. He had once been known as the Dragon of the West, and was known to be the most powerful Firebender since the legendary Firebender Roku. But after his son was killed, the once great Dragon of the West had, for lack of a better word, lost his spark for battle and was now a keeper of the peace.

"Zuko. Hey, Zuko. Anyone in there?"

Zuko blinked as he realized Aang was talking to him. "Sorry, what?"

The Airbender motioned to a girl with messy black hair. Her clothes weren't well cared for, and she was covered with dirt. Why was she so filthy? Couldn't she see how dirty she was? Was she blind?

"As I was saying, this is Toph. She'll be working with us."

The girl turned to them and spit, much to Zuko's disgust. But his disgust turned to pity when he saw that she actually was blind, her eyes nearly devoid of color.

"So, Sparky," she commented, "you're the new guy, huh?" She held out her hand, palm up for him to slap it. "Lay some skin on me."

Feeling uncomfortable, Zuko complied, but Toph pulled her hand away, making him miss.

"Too slow, hot-head." She teased. "And don't give me that look."

The look on Zuko's face was one of confusion. She was blind, so how could she know when to pull her hand back, and how did she know how he was looking at her?

As if reading his thoughts, she provided him an answer. "I may be blind, but I can see just fine. Probably better than you can. I see with Earthbending. Even the smallest of vibrations sends out a signal that I can pick up and read like sonar. So don't try pulling any fast ones on me. Oh, and don't bother lying either, I can tell if you do. Your sister was the only one who could ever lie to me."

"Miss Bei Fong, I don't think my nephew wants to talk about his sister."

The reply came from an old man who looked older than he should be. Going bald, with a gray beard, the former Fire Lord-to-be walked up behind the blind Earthbender.

"Sorry, old timer. Didn't mean anything by it."

The old man smiled and turned to his nephew. "Prince Zuko."

Zuko greeted him the usual Fire Nation way. "Uncle Iroh."

"Just Uncle is fine. It has been so long since we have seen each other, and I missed you. I am glad to have you here with us."

"I am happy to be here too, Uncle. I hope you will help me to reclaim my honor."

The smile on Iroh's face decreased slightly. "I know you wish to reclaim your honor, my nephew, and I hope that you do, but I also hope that you know why you are here?"

Zuko gave him a confused look. "Of course, to show these water peasants the glory of the Fire Nation."

Iroh sighed. He had been afraid of this. Though he was nothing like his sister, Zuko's view on things were very twisted. Perhaps bringing him here wasn't such a good idea. He sensed a lot of anger in the young prince, and that could make things difficult.

"I apologize for having to leave as soon as we've met," he said, "but something urgent has come to my attention, and I must speak to my brother."

Toph smiled. "I can tell you're lying." She said in a singsong voice.

Rather than being angry at being called out, Iroh just gave the blind girl a smile. "It is no lie, my dear, but simply a small part of what I wish to discuss." He chuckled and began to walk away. "Though I admire your ability to detect lies, you must learn when one uses a half truth in comparison to a lie."

Toph tried to look irritated, but couldn't help but to smile. "Gotta love that guy."

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The Fire Lord was well aware that his son had arrived, but he didn't care enough to greet the boy. He had more important things to do. Being the Fire Lord was a busy job, and he didn't have time to be distracted by such things like family.

Unfortunately, family came looking for him in the form of his older brother entering the room without using force, even though the guards had been instructed not to let anyone in until the war counsel was over.

"Ozai, we must talk."

The Fire Lord didn't even bother to look at his brother. "Iroh, as much as I enjoy our talks, I don't have the time or patience right now."

Regardless of being in the Fire Lord's presence, Iroh did not back down. "When it comes to one's child, a parent must make time, whether they be Fire Lord or peasant."

With an irritated growl, Ozai turned to him. "Make it fast."

Iroh nodded, grateful that he would be heard without a fight. "I am concerned for Prince Zuko. I do not believe he is ready for this. There is still much anger in him, and he could destroy the trust we have established with the Water Tribe."

Ozai could care less about the last part. "The fact of the matter is that I need an heir present. And with Azula unable to fill in that role, I am forced to rely on my son."

"Even if he is not ready? He has no training in negotiating. He has so much anger and pain bottled up inside, and does not know how to be patient. The Water Tribe-"

"The opinions of the Water Tribe do not matter." Ozai interrupted. "We've tried the peaceful approach. Tried to get them to willingly embrace and accepts us and our ways. But after how many years, our relations to the water peasants is worse than ever."

Anger flashed in Iroh's eyes. "That tends to happen when you shoot fireballs at them." He said, his tone accusing.

Now it was Ozai's turn to become angry. He didn't need his incompetent brother criticizing how he ran things. "Let me remind you, brother, that it was I that was chosen to be Fire Lord, even though it was your birthright as the firstborn. But with the loss of your son, and your inability to rule properly, I was chosen to take over. The only reason you're here is because I have lost my ability to Firebend, and we need a powerful Firebender of royal birth who can immediately take over the thrown should anything happen to me."

His eye twitched in aggravation. Ozai had once been a very powerful Firebender, capable of rivaling his brother. But after an experience in a Waterbender's ability to Bloodbend, he had been crippled in a way that blocked his chi, preventing him from Firebending.

"If cannot rely on my own brother," Ozai continued, "then perhaps I'll have to rely on Admiral Zhao." He grinned wickedly. "And he will be able to deal with things much faster than you. Do I make myself clear?"

Iroh remained eye twitched He knew when he was beaten. He didn't want there to be any bloodshed. What he wanted was peace between the nations. He couldn't stop the war, but he could do his best to reduce the casualties.

"As you wish, my lord."

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While his father and uncle spoke, Zuko was having a very dull conversation with someone else he discovered he would be working with.

"The name's Mai." Said the pale-skinned black-haired woman in an emotionless tone. "I may not be a Firebender, but don't underestimate me." She suddenly had six knives in her hand. "My specialty is throwing knives. So unless you want to find yourself pinned to the wall, don't tick me off."

Zuko felt a chill run down his spin. How could she be so casual about it?

Mai studied him for a moment before a small mischievous smile crept up her face. "Want to see something cool?" She whirled around yelling, "Yo, Combustion Man!"

She threw a knife at a tall dark man with the tattoo of an eye on his forehead. The man turned towards the oncoming knife. Seeing the knife, he breathed deeply and unleashed a wave of heat from his forehead, seeming to come from his tattoo. Upon hitting the flying knife, there was an explosion, much to Zuko's surprise.

"That there's my partner." Mai told him. "He's somehow created a way to use his Firebending to make explosions. That's why we call him Combustion Man."

Zuko decided to stay away from Combustion Man. "Interesting. How'd he do that?"

"Don't know." Mai said in an uncaring voice. "He never talks. He's not the one you need to worry about though." They stopped by a door. "It's him."

Zuko nodded his thanks to her and entered the room. "You wanted to see me, Admiral."

Zhao was sitting in a meditative state, breathing deeply. "Firebending comes from the breath." He said. "If you can't breathe, you can't bend. This cold weather can make it harder to breathe, so you have to get used to it." Opening his eyes, he turned to Zuko. "So, you're the shamed prince that I've heard so much about. You've got some guts coming here, especially after having disgraced yourself."

Zuko didn't reply, unsure if he was being insulted or complimented.

"This peaceful way of going about things is a bad joke." Zhao continued. "A bunch of cowardly fools unfit to call themselves Fire Nation. However, it does present an opportunity both timely and unique. A prince with nothing going for him has nothing to lose. Such a person could provide the information I need from within the Water Tribe's camp." He glanced at Zuko. "I want you to learn the ways of these peasants so we can earn their trust so they'll convert to our ways, or hammer them hard if they refuse."

'How original.' Zuko thought sarcastically. "Am I still with Uncle Iroh?"

Zhao wobbled his head. "Technically, yes. But you report to me. Can you do that?"

It didn't sound too hard. "Yes, sir."

Zhao grinned. "Well all right then. And if you do the job right, you'll be rewarded. They say these water peasants have a pond that's blessed by the spirits that has special healing powers. It might even be able to get rid of that scar on your face. You do this, and I'll get you that water."

Hope flared up in Zuko's chest. A way to get rid of his scar, his shame? It sounded too good to be true. No longer would he bare the mark of the shamed prince.

For the first time in a long time, a genuine smile crept up Zuko's face. "That sounds real good, sir."

(A/N: So there's the first chapter. Did you like it? I thought it was an interesting idea. The plot is going to be like James Cameron's Avatar all the way through, but I will be doing the special edition version, including the deleted scenes. So tell me what you think and I'll update soon.)