Chapter I: Reincarnated?
Here is the refined light novel revision:
The Golden Dragon & The Azure Dragon
Volume I: Bound by Fate
A Deal Struck Across the Heavens
Four Hundred Years Ago
There are places beyond the mortal realm where divinity takes on shapes that language struggles to hold — where ancient powers drift between galaxies like embers carried on the wind. In one such place, high above the mortal world yet far beneath the true throne of all creation, a fire spirit named Agni had been watching.
And what he had witnessed disturbed him greatly.
In a neighboring galaxy, a universe had been erased from existence — not through war, nor the caprice of gods, but through the very human sin of ingratitude. A boy had been born into a world that feared what it could not understand. He had been cast out, vilified, hunted — and then, in an act of irredeemable cruelty, slain by the very people he had given everything to protect. The injustice of it festered in Agni's ancient heart like a coal that would not cool.
The child deserved better. That thought alone had driven Agni to make a journey he had not made in a very long time.
The God of Destruction's planet was never a place one visited lightly.
Agni descended through layers of charged divine energy, feeling the subtle pressure of a realm that had been shaped by millennia of sacred violence and sacred purpose in equal measure. The planet came into view — stark, barren on its surface, yet radiating a dormant power that made even Agni's flame flicker with instinctive caution.
He could feel it before he even landed. Someone had already sensed him coming.
On the training grounds, two figures had been locked in a sparring session that would have leveled mountains had the planet been any less fortified. Zarama — the God of Destruction of this reality, a divine Dragon whose very presence commanded the silence of the cosmos — floated in the center of the clearing. Across from him, a young man with dark, wild hair and a long brown tail coiled at his hip had been pressing the attack with an almost absurd ferocity. This was Yamoshi — the first Super Saiyan God. Zarama's sparring partner, and the being next in line for the mantle of Destruction should Zarama himself one day ascend.
Zarama stilled without warning. His reptilian eyes shifted, not toward his opponent, but toward the sky.
"Lord Zarama?" Yamoshi landed with a thud, rolling his shoulders and glancing about. "What's wrong? Why'd we stop?"
"We have company," the Dragon Destroyer God replied, his voice carrying the unhurried certainty of someone who had never once been surprised by anything.
Yamoshi's brow furrowed. He scanned the treeline, the sky, the horizon — nothing. His tail twitched at his hip. Who could possibly be visiting here unannounced? He opened his mouth to ask.
"An old acquaintance," Zarama answered before the question had fully formed. "They mean no harm."
That settled it, for now. Yamoshi crossed his arms and stepped aside, watching in silence as the Fire Spirit Agni descended to meet the God of Destruction.
It was strange. In all the ages Zarama could recall, it had always been he who sought out Agni, never the other way around. Whatever had brought the spirit here, it was not a small matter.
Agni's form shimmered as he touched the ground — warm, luminous, the eternal restlessness of a flame given thought and will and sorrow. He bowed his head briefly in acknowledgment of Zarama's dominion over this realm, then lifted his gaze and began to speak.
He told them everything.
The neighboring galaxy. The boy. The life lived under persecution, the death met with betrayal, and the universe erased because the one soul capable of saving it had been silenced by the very hands he had extended in protection. Agni's voice was low and measured, but beneath it burned something raw — the kind of grief that only comes from watching injustice and being powerless to stop it until it was already too late.
Zarama listened without interrupting. This was his way. When Agni had finished, the Dragon's golden eyes remained still for a long moment.
Then, something rare flickered within them. Interest.
Yamoshi had listened as well, arms still folded — but his expression had shifted. The Saiyan God's jaw was set, his eyes distant. He was thinking of something, or perhaps of someone. He had known what it meant to be an outsider. He had known what it meant to carry a power no one wanted to understand.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but resolute.
"Give me a moment with Lord Zarama."
What was discussed between the God of Destruction and the Super Saiyan God in those brief minutes, history would not fully record. What is known is this: when they returned to Agni's side, Yamoshi's decision had been made.
"I'll offer some of my God Ki," the Saiyan said simply. "For the reincarnation. Whatever's left of that boy's soul — he deserves a second chance."
Agni stared at him for a moment, then dipped his head in deep gratitude.
And so, in the space between destruction and creation, on a planet that had witnessed more endings than most mortals could count, a prophecy was woven from divine fire and sacred Saiyan energy — forged by three beings who chose, in this quiet moment, to believe in something gentler than fate.
The incarnation of the Golden Dragon and the reincarnation of the Azure Dragon, bound together by Fate. The two must come together to guide the world into the dawn of new ages to come. They are to protect the world from the corrupt deity who is soon coming to judge it. Only by walking as true companions — side by side, as one — can the world be saved from its judgement.
That was four hundred years ago.
Now, two children had been born.
One was a girl, black-haired and bright-eyed, with a blue flame emblem etched like a birthmark along the side of her neck.
The other was a boy — dark-skinned, with hair the deep color of a midnight ocean. On the place where his neck met his shoulder burned a golden flame emblem, as though the mark had always been there, waiting to be remembered.
Three Brothers, One Road
Fifteen Years Later — The Fire Nation
The open field breathed with the heat of late morning, the air shimmering faintly at the edges where the tall grass met the tree line. In the center of it all, moving with the fluid precision of someone who had long since stopped thinking about the forms and simply became them, was a boy of fifteen.
Odyn Albanar Chevalier trained alone the way others prayed — with total, quiet devotion.
His dark skin caught the light as he moved through his katas, long dark blue hair trailing behind him with each pivot and strike. His eyes burned with the low amber glow of an active Firebender's focus, and where a normal flame would end, his continued — threaded through with something older, something the masters at the academies hadn't taught him, because no academy had a name for it. Energy. Ki. What the common people were beginning to call Energybending, though those who wielded both element and Ki at once carried a rarer title still:
Ki-bender.
He had known he was different since he was very young. He had stopped letting it trouble him around the same time he accepted that grief was simply another thing to be carried, like weight in the arms — manageable, once you stopped resisting it.
Nine years had passed since the day his birth father was taken from him. Murdered by another Firebender. Odyn could still remember the smell of the smoke in the air that day, the way his mother, Hyatan, had gone very quiet in a way she had never quite recovered from. She had since remarried — a kind Fire Nation noble named Borhen, who had proven himself worthy of the title father in every way that counted. The wound had not healed, but it had closed. Life had continued. It always did.
Not far from where Odyn trained, two others were running through their own drills.
Asura moved like violence made elegant — dark-skinned, gold-eyed, wearing the red and silver shoulderless armor that had become as much a part of him as his own skin. Golden bracers gleamed at his wrists and ankles, his necklace catching the light as he spun through a combination that ended in a strike powerful enough to crack stone. The brown monkey tail at his back swayed with each movement, more expressive than he would ever admit. He was the adopted son of Iroh — that alone made him a figure of some renown in certain circles, though Asura would be the first to tell you he didn't care much for renown.
Then there was Goku.
If Asura was violence made elegant, Goku was joy made physical. His palm-tree-shaped hair bounced with each movement, his black eyes lit with the particular enthusiasm of someone who trained not because he had to but because he genuinely could not imagine doing anything more worthwhile with his morning. He wore a red gi over a black undershirt, red wristbands, red shoes — an outfit that should have looked ridiculous and somehow didn't. His own brown monkey tail traced lazy arcs in the air behind him as he moved, the second adopted son of Iroh, and the most effortlessly cheerful presence Odyn had encountered in his fifteen years of existence.
The three of them had found each other the way most important things are found — without looking, and all at once. They had been brothers in all but blood for long enough now that the distinction no longer felt relevant. They called each other brother without irony or ceremony. It had simply become true.
The voice that broke through their training was bright enough to cut through iron.
"Asura! Big brother! Goku! Lunch is ready!"
All three turned.
A girl in a pink acrobat's outfit was sprinting across the field toward them, waving with the full-body enthusiasm of someone incapable of doing anything halfway. Her long brown ponytail flew behind her, her brown eyes wide with cheerful urgency, her lighter complexion flushed slightly from the run.
Ty Lee Chevalier. Fourteen years old. Odyn's step-sister, and arguably the single most relentlessly optimistic person in the entire Fire Nation.
She reached them slightly out of breath and beamed at all three in turn — though her gaze, as it always did, lingered a half-second longer on Goku before skipping away with practiced, unconvincing casualness. The faint color that rose in her cheeks whenever she looked at him had become something of a running observation among the other two, though neither Asura nor Odyn had ever said anything directly.
Not to her, anyway.
She delivered her message — their mother had sent her, lunch was waiting, please come inside before it went cold — and the three boys fell into step alongside her, following the path back toward the house. Goku and Asura pulled ahead, already deep in some enthusiastic discussion about a technique one of them had been working on. Odyn and Ty Lee fell naturally behind, the way siblings do when they have things to say that aren't meant for other ears.
They walked in easy silence for a moment.
Then Odyn glanced sideways at his sister.
"Are you ever going to tell him?"
Ty Lee's eyes went wide. She grabbed his arm and yanked him half a step sideways, whipping her head toward Goku's back with the focused panic of someone who had just been handed a live coal.
"Brother," she hissed, voice dropping to a furious whisper. "Not so loud—"
"He's twenty meters ahead of us."
"Still."
Odyn waited. Ty Lee released his arm and turned forward again, fingers immediately finding each other in front of her, twisting in that particular nervous pattern she always fell into when the subject came up. Her cheeks were already pink.
"I... I don't know when the right time would be," she admitted, voice small. "And besides — I don't even know if he... if Goku-san feels the same way."
Odyn looked at her. Then he looked at Goku, who was currently mid-demonstration of something, tail animated with enthusiasm. Then he looked back at his sister with an expression that communicated, without a single word, that she was being profoundly unreasonable.
"Sis."
"What?"
"He calls you Ty-chan."
Ty Lee's feet stopped working. She stumbled half a step, catching herself, and turned to stare at her brother with an expression caught somewhere between mortification and hope.
"He — what? When did he — why would he — does that mean—"
"It means what you think it means." Odyn's tone was dry, but the corner of his mouth had pulled upward. "Pretty sure Goku doesn't start adding chan to names by accident."
Ty Lee stood still for a moment, processing this. Then she laughed — short, bright, helplessly embarrassed — and covered her face with both hands.
"Oh no."
"Oh yes."
She groaned. But she was smiling into her palms, and Odyn let her have that.
The Words That Carry Weight
That Evening
The supper dishes had been cleared away. The house was settling into the particular warm quiet of a Fire Nation evening — the kind that felt temporary even as you were living through it, though you couldn't always say why.
Goku had found Ty Lee near the back of the house as the last light faded from the sky. He was smiling, as he almost always was, but there was something deliberate in it tonight. Something that hadn't been there before.
"There was something I wanted to tell you," he said, when she turned to face him.
Ty Lee's heart did something entirely unhelpful. "W-what did you want to tell me, Goku-san?"
His smile widened — not the broad, reflexive grin she was used to, but something quieter and more certain. "I know," he said simply. "I've known for a while, actually. The way you feel about me."
The color drained from Ty Lee's face and then rushed back twice as fast.
"Goku-san—" she started.
He held up a hand, gently. He wasn't finished.
"I want you to know — I'm honored. Genuinely." He paused, and when he continued his voice was lower, the easy lightness replaced with something careful and sincere. "And the truth is... I feel the same way. I really like you, Ty-chan."
For a moment, Ty Lee simply stood there.
Then she stepped forward, raised both hands, and cupped his face between her palms the way she had rehearsed in her mind approximately a hundred times and never imagined actually doing.
"Goku-san," she said softly, "I'm so glad you told me that." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek — gentle, certain, the kind of gesture that marks the end of waiting and the beginning of something else entirely.
It would have been a perfect moment.
If Goku's expression hadn't shifted.
Ty Lee pulled back and watched the warmth in his face give way to something more complicated — something that looked distressingly like resolve.
"Ty-chan," he began, and the careful way he said her name already told her she wasn't going to like what followed. "I need to tell you something else. Something I've decided." He paused. "I'll have to go away for a while. It might be... a long while before we see each other again."
The words landed strangely, the way unexpected things do — first without weight, then with too much.
"What?" Her voice came out smaller than she intended. "What do you mean, go away?"
A hand settled on her shoulder from behind. She recognized the weight of it before she even heard the voice.
"Sorry about this, sis," Odyn said quietly.
She turned. Her brother stood there, expression unreadable in the way it got when he was being careful with someone he cared about.
"Let me tell her," he said to Goku. Then, to Ty Lee — "Will you hear me out?"
She looked between them. Whatever she saw in their faces made something settle, unhappily, in her chest.
"...Alright," she said.
Odyn was quiet for a moment. He seemed to be choosing his words with the same deliberate care he brought to his katas.
"I've been thinking about leaving the Fire Nation," he said finally. "About going on a journey."
Ty Lee's breath caught. "What? But why? Is it — did I do something—"
"You know better than that, silly." His tone was gentle, almost fond.
"Then why?"
He looked at her. Something behind his expression settled into a kind of gravity she didn't often see from him.
"Because the way Ozai rules this nation is wrong," he said. "He's a cruel man, and I've known it for a long time. I won't spend my life giving that cruelty my silence." A pause. "Mom knows. She understands. Find your own path — that's what she said. Not one that someone else presses into your hands because it's convenient for them."
Ty Lee stared at him.
"Mother... said that?"
He nodded.
A long silence stretched between them.
It would have been easy to argue. It would have been easy to cry, or to plead, or to say all the things that fear makes people say when they're about to lose someone they love to distance. Ty Lee was not, as a rule, someone who struggled to express her feelings.
But something in the quiet way he looked at her made her understand that this decision had already been made — not impulsively, but slowly, over a long time — and that arguing against it would not be kindness.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him instead, pressing her face into his shoulder.
They stayed like that for several minutes. Neither of them said anything. There wasn't much left to say, and the embrace said it better anyway.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes were bright, though she was holding herself together through sheer will. One question had surfaced that she couldn't leave unasked.
"Big brother... if we end up on opposite sides of this war someday—"
"Don't." His voice was quiet, certain, and final. "I could never hurt my only sister. Not for any reason. You don't need to ask."
Ty Lee let out a breath that was almost a laugh.
"Thank you," she managed. "I love you, big bro."
She hugged him again, briefly — a peck on the cheek this time — and he smiled that rare, genuine smile that he saved only for people he truly meant it for.
"Same to you, sis."
He left her with Goku then, with a hand on the saiyan's shoulder and a quiet word — we'll wait for you — before disappearing toward the courtyard. The two of them were alone.
Goku looked at her with an expression that carried more guilt than she thought was warranted. "I'm sorry, Ty-chan. I feel like this is because of me."
"It's not," she said, and she meant it. "It's just... how it has to be right now."
"You're going to miss him."
She nodded.
"Of course I am." A small smile touched her mouth. "He's a wonderful big brother. The best one I could have asked for." She looked up at Goku, steadier now. "Take care of him out there. Please."
"I will. You have my word."
She held his gaze for a moment longer. Then she stepped forward.
"Before you go — close your eyes for me, Goku-san."
He blinked. Then, without argument, he did.
She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his — brief, soft, deliberate. When she stepped back, her cheeks were burning, but her chin was raised.
"That's so you remember," she told him, voice barely above a whisper. "And so you know you're taken."
Goku opened his eyes. He looked at her for a moment. Then understanding crossed his face — slow, dawning, and genuine — and the smile that followed was different from any she had seen him wear before.
Good, she thought.
She watched the three of them leave from the front of the house, Hyatan and Borhen emerging behind her as the figures grew smaller in the distance.
"He's just like his father was," Hyatan said softly, watching Odyn go. "Be safe, my son."
Borhen was quiet for a moment. "I don't agree with his choice. But I understand it." A pause. "In the short time I have had the privilege of calling him family, I have found that I am... very proud of the man he has become."
"Tell him that," Hyatan said. "When we see him next. Tell him yourself."
"...Yes," Borhen agreed. "I will."
Ty Lee watched until the three figures had disappeared entirely into the distance.
When we meet again, brother — I'll have grown too. I'll have found my own path. She pressed her hand briefly to her chest. Don't keep me waiting too long.
Captured Without a Fight
Six Months Later — The Northern Water Tribe
Six months was a long time to be in motion. In those six months, the three of them had traveled farther than most people would in a lifetime, seen things that had no neat categories to be filed into, and quietly changed in ways that hadn't finished settling yet.
They had also helped people. Wherever the Fire Nation's reach had pressed down hardest on those too poor or too powerless to push back, they had pushed back on their behalf. It wasn't strategy — it was reflex. An inability, shared equally among all three of them, to walk past something wrong when they had the means to address it.
And somewhere along the way, they had started to hear a name repeated in the breath between rumors.
The Avatar.
He was real, apparently. The stories agreed on the broad strokes — a boy, impossibly young, who could bend all four elements and had returned after a hundred years of absence. The stories disagreed on everything else, but the agreement on the essential parts was good enough. Odyn, Goku, and Asura had quietly pointed themselves in the direction the rumors seemed to be originating from.
The North Pole was cold in a way that had no room for metaphor. The cold here was simply a fact — immense, indifferent, absolute. It reached into the lungs and pressed down on the chest and reminded the body in clear and direct terms that it had opinions about where it was standing.
Odyn watched the frost-white horizon as the Water Tribe warriors closed in around them.
It had happened quickly. A patrol had spotted them — three outsiders approaching the Tribe's borders, two with visible monkey tails and one with the characteristic posture of someone who had not spent their life in the cold. The waterbenders had moved immediately, and they had moved well. Odyn would have been impressed if he hadn't been busy being surrounded.
He heard Goku shift behind him and lifted one hand — a small, deliberate gesture. Don't.
They could have fought. He knew that, and the warriors surrounding them probably suspected it. The three of them were not easy opponents under normal circumstances, and right now none of them was in a position to hold back. But that wasn't the point.
"We're not here to fight," Odyn said calmly, into the silence. "We'll come with you."
Whether or not they were believed didn't matter in the moment. They were taken — escorted under firm waterbender guard into the heart of the Northern Water Tribe's stronghold, hands free but movements carefully watched.
Odyn walked without resistance, letting his mind work through the angles.
If the Avatar is here, this may be the fastest path to finding him. If he wasn't — if the rumors had been wrong, or ahead of themselves — then they had allowed themselves to be captured for nothing. But Odyn had learned, in fifteen years of living in a world that didn't always offer clean choices, that sometimes you took the best available path even when you couldn't see where it led.
He was betting that the Avatar was here.
He was betting that all of this — the journey, the timing, this particular detour — was heading somewhere that mattered.
The ice walls of the Northern Tribe rose around them as they were led deeper inside.
Odyn breathed out, watched the mist of it curl in the frozen air, and waited to find out if he was right.
To be continued...
The incarnation of the Golden Dragon and the reincarnation of the Azure Dragon, bound together by Fate — they have yet to meet. But fate, once set in motion, does not wait on convenience.

Opening theme- Inferno
Visuals: Main cast- Odyn, Goku [Xeno version from Dragon Ball Heroes], Asura along with team Avatar. Other characters are silhouetted for now.

Ending theme: (black Clover Ed 7- Hana ga suchi Miki)
Hopefully you guys enjoyed this first chapter of a new story to wattpad. It's a story I started a while ago but hadn't touched in awhile. Reading some legend of korra and some Avatar last airbender stories made me inspired to start writing for it again, but I'm changing a few things from the original story obviously lol.
As you can tell from the title, you no doubt know who the main pairing is. And Goku x Ty Lee is a pairing in this too. But I'll leave a poll down below to see who you want Asura, Katara, and Aang to end up with.
Who should Asura end up with?
1. Toph
2. Katara
3. Mai
4. Female Oc
Who should Katara be with?
1. Aang
2. Zuko
3. Asura
4. Giblet (DB Legends)
Who should Toph be with?
1. Asura
2. Shallot (DB Legends)
3. Giblet (DB Legends)
4. Beat (DB Heroes)
That's all for now, hope you guys enjoyed!
Next time: Chapter 2- Help Save the World; New Allies!