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Hello this is a story about a girl who befriends a beast and falls in love breaks a spell and becomes a princess part 5 of my Disney princesses Avatar style Avatar Princess Beauty and The Scar enjoy.


Mai as Belle

Quick Lady Mai by swan swan

Mai as Belle

Zuko as Beast/Prince
  • Chan as Gaston
  • Mai's Dad as Maurice
  • Mai's Mom as Belle's Mom(Flashback)
  • Chan's Sidekick as Gaston's Sidekick
  • Sokka as Lumiere
  • Toph & nbsp;as Babette
  • Iroh as Cogsworth
  • Aunt Wu as Mrs. Pots
  • Aang as Chip
  • Yue as Enchantress
  • Hama as Hag


Part One: Encountering Enchantresses

Once upon a time in the Fire Nation, there was a young handsome crown prince named Zuko. He lived in a shining castle, and even though he had everything his heart wanted, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But one night on the Winter Solstice, an old ugly beggar woman came to the castle and offered to give him a single white lotus in exchange for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, Zuko sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. She warned him "not to be fooled by appearances, for beauty is found within." He scoffed and dismissed her again; but then in a blinding flash, the old hag's ugliness melted away to reveal stunning youthful beauty, long white hair, and a shimmering dress that looked like it was made of moonlight.

Zuko gasped. "The Moon Spirit!" he cried, for of course he recognized her from legends. "I – I'm so sorry-"

"Don't be," the princess said coldly, turning her head away. "I sense there is no love in your soul. You have been fooled by you own cruel heart. I declare a curse upon your house and all who live here. Until you have found one to love you as you are, you will remain forever a beast." With that, she faded away into the night.

Prince Zuko looked at himself and saw, much to his shock, fur on his hands. Terribly confused, he shuffled over to a nearby pool of water, for the claws on his feet made it difficult to walk. On the reflective surface, he saw that he was a more terrible beast than words could describe. His eyes were a sickly yellow, he had fur on his entire body from the neck down and – worst of all in his eyes – a terrible scar was on his face. Ashamed of his monsters form, Zuko concealed himself inside his bedroom in the palace.

For a few days, his servants became concerned. But he would have none of it. Zuko was obsessed with the magical mirror and white lotus that the Moon Spirit had left behind. The mirror was his only window to the outside world, which would let him see anything he wanted to, while the lotus slowly lost petals as the time passed, and would redeem him if he found true love.

One by one, Zuko's loved ones began to lose hope, and meanwhile a strange magic began to effect the palace. The two magical items together changed the palace slowly. It grew less well-kept; eventually a dark forest grew around it. Before long, the only people left were a few servants, who were actually by this time anthropomorphic pieces of Uncle Iroh's tea set.

Part Two: The New Ozai Governor's Daughter

Meanwhile, in the Fire Nation colony of Omashu, there was a beautiful young girl named Mai. She loved to practice her knife throwing, singing, and dream of adventure, for her quiet life as the governor's daughter bored her to tears. Many of the city's oppressed residents thought she was somewhat peculiar. One of the few people who liked her was the handsome, vain young man named Chan. He told his best friend, Ruon-Jian, that "I have my eyes on the governor's daughter. I'm going to marry her, 'cause she's the only teenager anywhere in the Fire Nation as beautiful as me."

Almost all of the girls in the Fire Nation were in love with him – almost. Mai knew that his only advantage was his handsome appearance, and his good looks hid self-centeredness and petty vanity.

One day, Mai asked her father if she was odd. "No," he told her, "you're unique. A diamond in the rough, just like your mother. Now, I'm afraid that I have to leave on a short trip—to the old palace. I promise to return soon."

Mai was understandably concerned. "What? Don't be stupid. Nobody ever goes there. It might be a ruin by now. You could disappear just like the entire royal family did."

Her father sighed. "I must know what happened to the prince. If he is gone, perhaps our noble blood will allow me to make myself the Fire Lord. And you could be the crown princess; wouldn't you like that?"

She sighed, recalling all the other things that had happened in her family's life for the sake of his career. "Fine. You'd better come back in one piece."

Part Three: Anthropromorphic Teaset Pieces

So the governor of Omashu left, feeling confident. However, the dark forest became more and more difficult to navigate. After a swarm of bat-wolves attacked him, he came across a large house. Slowly, he knocked on the door. There was no answer. He stepped inside...

"Welcome to the palace!" a deep, gravelly voice said. The governor was startled and looked around. How odd; no-one was there who could have spoken. The front room was empty save for the luxurious carpet, a staircase, a hallway, and a tall grandfather clock.

He stepped forward into the hallway and, after following it for a while, found himself in a dining hall. It was well-furnished, with attractive wall-hangings and a long table, but also empty. The silence was like that of a temple.

The head of the table was set for one, with a small pot of tea and a plate of food. Eagerly the governor sat down and started to pour the tea, when suddenly he heard a woman saying, "How good for someone to come for dinner."

He looked around; the room was entirely empty, no servants around. Shrugging, he picked up the cup of tea and put it to its lips, but a young boy's voice rang out: "It's so great to have company!"

Surely he was going insane. He could have sworn that voice came from the teacup. Before he could think of an explanation, though, a third voice said, "Yeah, no-one ever visits us. What are we, furniture?"

"Aaah!" the man cried, jumping up and performing desperate hand gestures. He realized he was still holding the teacup and let out a shrill squeal as he set it down. "Evil spirits!" They must have possessed this palace and the furniture here! As his daughter had feared, he very well could meet his death!

"Please calm down," the matronly voice said again. That voice soothed him; it reminded the governor of his wife. Slowly, he sat back down.

"You see," the woman said, "this palace is under a curse – no, no, don't panic – the prince committed a terrible sin. We, residents and servants of this place, became objects that belonged here... I, Wu the housekeeper, have become this teapot. That teacup is Aang, the serving boy. The candle there is Sokka, the head stable boy. The feather duster over there is Toph the maid."

The governor felt himself growing calm. That actually made a great deal of sense. "Then the clock back in the hallway..."

The woman – teapot? – chuckled. "Ah, yes. That clock contains the soul of Iroh, uncle to the young prince." She grew somber as she continued the story. "You see, he insulted an old hag who wanted shelter here one night, and she turned out to be the Moon Spirit. As a result, he has become a terrible beast, and this palace isolated from the world."

Sokka interjected. "But please," he said expansively, "enjoy your stay at the Fire Nation Palace!"

The others laughed, although the governor did so rather nervously. The governor resumed his meal slowly as the servants started to tell him about the events in more detail. Just as he was learning how the teacup got its chip, however, a door was slammed loudly on the opposite side of the hall. On the other side of the room, having entered and slammed the door, was what looked like the form of a young man. He was a great distance away, but the governor thought he was about the age of his daughter, and the clothing he wore indicated him to probably be the prince.

"Who is this man?" he demanded, walking closer. As he did, the governor could see him more clearly, and realized to his horror that it was the prince, and he was a horrendous beast, just as he had been told.

"Throw him into the dungeon!" Prince Zuko cried. There was a moment's silence before he put his hand over his eyes and muttered, "Right, no servants. Gosh, I hate that..." With that, he lifted up the governor in one fell swoop and threw him into the nearby prison cell.

Part Four: The Most Important Teenagers in the Fire Nation

Meanwhile, back home, Chan invited everyone in the Fire Nation colonies to his house on Ember Island. Mai was reluctant to go, but decided it would provide a distraction, however slight. However, all the girls crying about Chan's engagement aroused her suspicion, and it was not long before she discovered his intent to propose to her this evening. She walked over to him and said with a deep sigh, "Look, Chan, I don't know how many more times I can tell you this. We're not together. We never will be. Understand?"

Mai raised an eyebrow and added, "By the way, these snacks are delicious." She smirked and went out, swinging a knife as she went.

Ruon-Jian sidled up to Chan, saying, "Toldja she likes me better than you."

Chan growled and grabbed him by the neck. "I'll have Mai for my wife, and we'll go off to Sandyland and live happily ever after!"

Ruon-Jian suppressed the urge to chuckle, because he knew it would probably get him hit in the face.

Part Five: The Moon's Memories

Later that night, as she went out to sit in the courtyard, Mai was feeling... slightly concerned about the absence of her father. Yes, slightly concerned. That was all. She certainly didn't miss him, and sure as hell couldn't be crying. If she was crying, then someone might catch her. And what would that mean for her father's career? It was just... just...

The moon shone brightly and full that night, and Yue felt her heart swell with sorrow. This young girl should be going to parties and having fun, not trying not to cry in... in...

In an oddly familiar way, the princess realized. She looked closer and immediately recognized her from her time before being on the spiritual plane.

It was a casual bit of fun, a sparkling entertainment, to keep nobles busy and laughing during this time of certainly-not-war. Or at least that was what it was supposed to be. Everyone present knew the true intentions of the Fire Nation, their desire to "spread their prosperity to the rest of the world" through warfare and violence and glorious plundering. Heck, there were even rumors of an Admiral who wanted to kill the moon.

Eight-year-old Tribal Princess Yue, however, was just a little bored by the entire event. Her close friend, her sister tribe's princess, was already playing off with some kid who was the son of the Air Nomad's representative, or something like that. She hadn't been paying a terribly great amount of attention.

A couple feet away, a little developing drama caught her eye. Three girls seemed to have gotten into a disagreement, and judging from their dress in various shades of red, all were Fire Nation.

A little girl in a red dress was staring dully at a broken doll at the ground. Its shards lay around the feet of a triumphant younger girl dressed in red and black; her headpiece indicated her to be the princess of the Fire Nation. A third girl, dressed attractively in pink, was apologizing profusely to her. Eventually the little princess took the pink girl's arm and dragged her off, saying "We have much more fun things to do. Together."

This left the red-dressed girl alone. She sat down on the ground and struggled to keep her mouth closed. Her eyes were beginning to water, and eventually a tear slipped out.

Nearby, a little boy that Yue recognized as the crown prince stood. He took a step towards the girl and said, "Why are you crying?"

The girl wiped her eyes. "I'm not crying."

The prince shrugged. "That's silly. Was that your doll? Dolls are stupid."

She sighed. "I had nothing better."

The boy frowned. "Hey, take this. It's way cooler than some doll."

He took out a pearl handled knife. The girl accepted it and marveled over its remarkable craftsmanship. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever given to me," she whispered in awe.

"You're welcome," the prince said as he walked off.

And this, Yue thought to herself, was that very same girl! If anyone could have the strength to melt Prince Zuko's heart, it was her. In return, he would soothe the abrasiveness and sarcasm that defined her. Hopefully.

Surely an ostrich-horse could be tricked out of the palace stable with Waterbending...

Part Six: To The Palace

Mai wiped her eyes with her sleeve and regained her composure. Well, that never happened. Perhaps it was time to cook dinner, or—

Wait, what was that? Mai stood up from the stone bench and stared. An ostrich-horse was standing in front of her, with a set of reins around its neck. This would have been ordinary enough, but the reins were made of water and appeared to be held up by invisible hands.

"This is odd," Mai muttered. She approached the animal and placed a hand on its neck. "What are you doing here?"

It only neighed in response. Mai sighed and looked wistfully at the house... There was nothing for her here. She carefully mounted the animal and gripped the reins; they surprised her by being solid enough to hold.

The ostrich-horse began at a brisk trot, seeming to know exactly where it was going. They soon were outside of Omashu, and entered a dark forest. Eventually, the ostrich-horse came to a stop in a slight clearing. Mai stepped off, a bit disoriented. Why were they here? After a few minutes, she came to a harrowing conclusion: That unusually thick cluster of trees was actually the wall of... oh, it couldn't be...

With a loud whinny, the ostrich-horse fled. Mai shook her head as she stepped forward and placed her hand on the wall.

"I never thought I'd see the palace again," she whispered to herself.

Slowly she walked along the wall and reached the entrance; it was unlocked. The girl went quietly through the deserted hallway until she suddenly heard the slightest hint of her father's voice. "Father?" Mai gasped.

It came from behind a door she had just passed. Cautiously Mai went in and saw...

"Mai! My darling!" the governor of Omashu cried. He rose from his chair and hugged her.

"Ahem," someone said. Mai disengaged from her father's embrace and looked around the room suspiciously. Nobody else seemed to be around, although there were plenty of shadows the voice's owner could be hiding in...

"You must understand," her father was saying, "I never intended—"

"Sit down," the same voice said. Now that Mai listened more closely, it seemed like a young man's. The governor meekly sat back in his chair. Mai noticed a second chair to her left and decided to take it.

"Your father has committed a terrible crime," the young man said. "He attempted to steal my position, and I have to keep him here for the rest of his life."

She clenched her fists. "No," she said. "Let him go. You can... you can take me instead."

The governor gasped. "Please don't, sir! She's just a young girl, doesn't know what she's doing, and..."

The young man let out a deep breath. "You've got a deal." Ignoring the sobs of the governor, he stepped out of the shadows.

Mai's jaw dropped, although in a ladylike, restrained manner. "Prince Zuko? Is that you?"

Zuko blinked and took her hands. "Mai! I thought I'd never see you again!"

She placed her hand on his cheek. "You've... changed."

He sighed. "Yeah, it's a long story. See—"

"Please, please don't take her prisoner! You must understand—"

Zuko looked at Mai and rolled his eyes. "Sorry, just let me take care of this." As he picked up the struggling governor and dragged him out of the room, Mai began to wonder just what she had gotten herself into...

Part Seven: Bedroom Antics

Soon after, the two teenagers were back in the hallway. "So," Zuko said. "You'll be staying here. I'll take you to your room."

Mai glanced at the floor. "You didn't let me say goodbye."

He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Look, you can go wherever you like... except the west tower. And you'll come to dinner tonight. That's not a request."

They went a short distance to her room. Although the furnishings themselves were nice, it was rather sparse and "cozy".

The prince figured Mai could be left to her own devices until she came to dinner. He decided to pass the time by looking in that enchanted mirror. Hopefully the old man hadn't done anything untoward when he returned to Omashu...

Back in the city, the governor was in the central market. A few of the peasants there waved at him politely, as his absence had concerned them. "Where were you?" one of them asked.

"I was captured by the prince of the Fire Nation!" he cried out.

"That's ridiculous," a second person said. "Everyone knows the royals of the Fire Nation have been in hiding for months now. I heard Admiral Zhao's been running things."

The governor shook his head desperately. "No, you must understand! The true reason for that is because the crown prince has been transformed into a hideous beast. And, you see, he captured me in the palace."

He was losing the crowd's credit; some people were even beginning to leer at him. "Hey," a meet vendor interjected, "that's just baloney. Everyone knows the Fire Nation palace is on the other side of the ocean. Why would he have come all the way over here just to get measly old you?"

The governor clutched his head. "No, no, no! You're all fools! I went through a forest, and my daughter is trapped in the palace now! You have to believe me..."

There was silence in the market. He looked around at the sad faces of his city's people. Mothers were sheltering their children from him. Orphans were laughing amongst themselves. This was not what he wanted...

Zuko set down the mirror and rubbed his temples. He felt guilty for how the old man was feeling, but the ends justified the means, right? It was really good luck how everything had worked out so conveniently... although Mai had seemed a little down when he last saw her. He gingerly picked up the mirror again.

There was Mai, sitting stiff as a rod on her bed. He could see the clock that was his uncle in the corner, and a few stray crumbs on her lap. Now that Zuko looked at the time, she should have gone down for dinner by now. But there she was, slowly swinging a knife around her wrist. "He's not the boy I used to know," she muttered. "Yeah, I know it's shallow, but who'd really want to be around him like this? Throwing around people like ragdolls, demanding where I spend every waking moment of my time..."

He threw the mirror onto the floor in anger and glared at the lotus sitting on the dresser. It was glowing very faintly, and only three petals were on it now. "Forget about you," he said as he stormed out of the room.

A few minutes later, Mai was startled to hear a knock on the door of her room. "It's not locked," she managed to say coolly.

Prince Zuko came in, holding a tray of food. "I guess you don't have to come down to dinner," he said, staring at his feet. "It's just... I'd really like to eat with you? And, uh, you can go wherever you want in the palace, you know. Except the west tower."

Mai shrugged. "Hey, that looks better than what your crotchety old uncle can scrounge up."

He sat down next to her, and she picked up the chopsticks with a slight smile.

Part Eight: The Most Important Teenagers In The Fire Nation (Reprise)

A few weeks later, it was early in the fall. Mai and Zuko were sitting on the beach, in a secluded cove just outside of the Fire Nation Capital.

"I really don't know why we decided to go to the beach in the fall," Mai remarked. "We have an umbrella and swimsuits so we can feel more of the cold?"

He grinned at her. "Well, I didn't think you'd want to stay in the palace 'till next summer."

She cuffed him playfully on the arm, but rested her head on his shoulder. Zuko went red at the gesture. Maybe now, when they were out of the palace, and the mood was just right, and her pale skin glowing like the moon in the fading twilight, he could finally say—

"Hey, Zuko?"

He snapped out of his reverie. "Yeah?"

"Thanks. For taking me here, I mean. It's nice." She went silent for a moment, and went on to add, "I never really understood what people thought was so about the ocean. It's just water. But... it makes sense to me now. There's something about the way the light reflects off of it, some sort of weird beauty."

"Uhuh." Not as beautiful as you, he thought. Okay, now he could say it. Now was the right time. When she had that gorgeous half-smile and her gray eyes were full of—

Wait. "Mai. You look sad."

Mai shrugged. "Well.... I've been thinking. About... us. I know it's like every teenager's dream, right? Living in a palace, nice dresses, great dinners, all that stuff, with, well, with you. But, see, my father. I kind of miss him. It's been so long since we've seen each other."

Zuko sighed. "I know what you mean. Go ahead and see him again. And... look, you don't have to come back if you don't want to."

She looked at him in shock. "Really? You mean that?"

His resolve wavered for a second; like she'd said, it was an ideal situation. He knew, though, what they said about the things you love...

"I'm sure. And—take this." He took the mirror out of his pocket. "To... remember me by, or something like that."

Mai took it, blinking. "You mean, I shouldn't..." She shook her head, and put an arm around his shoulders. "Thank you."

Part Nine: Reunion

The next day, Mai arrived in Omashu. "Excuse me," she asked a passerby. "Do you know where the governor is?"

The peasant laughed at her. "Why, he's in old Zhang Jin's house."

She shook her head. "No, you can't be right. Everyone knows that's the old woman who takes in people even crazier than her..."

The peasant clicked her tongue. "Exactly, young lady."

Mai's heart sunk into her stomach as she ran towards the district where that house was. She ran inside and shouted, "Where's my father?"

The residents of the house were gathered around a table: Old Zhang Jin, three identical-looking cross-eyed girls dressed in orange, a man from the Water Tribe holding a Fire Nation baby, and... the governor.

"My darling!" the man cried out, getting up and running to her.

"Father," she said, returning his embrace. "What's happened while I was gone?"

His face fell. "Well..."

She shook her head. "Nevermind. Let's go home."

They left the house and went into the streets, to their own home. However, when they were about half way there, they suddenly saw a large crowd standing there, with Chan and Ruon-Jian at its head.

"Hey," Ruon-Jian said, "it's that crazy old man. I thought we'd put you away in the crazy house where you belong."

Mai glared at them, putting her hand around the governor's shoulders protectively. "All of you know he doesn't belong there."

Chan stepped forward, a smirk on his face. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. There are medical experts all over the place who have said otherwise. Oh, but I might be able to pull a few strings... if you'd marry me."

The girl shook her head and cried, "No! No! My father's not crazy! I can prove it!" She stepped up onto the fountain and held up the mirror. "SHOW ME THE PRINCE!"

The peasants gathered around in shock, staring at the mirror. There was a hideous beast, wearing the clothing of the prince in the Fire Nation palace! Everything that man had said was true! They whispered to each other in great excitement.

Chan panicked. He couldn't lose now, not when he was so close. "Uh, look at that foul monster!" he yelled to the crowd. "Clearly he has taken over the destroyed castle of the prince for the sake of his treasure! We've got to go and kill him!"

The crowd perked up. Why, royal gossip was exciting, but here was an opportunity for bloodshed. With a great shout, they followed Chan as he led them to the attack.

Part Ten: Climax

As fast as she could, Mai got onto a horse and rode through the forest to the palace, lashing the poor creature liberally with a whip. As she got closer, she could see the torches of the villagers and hear the frenzied noises of their rioting.

She tied the horse to a sapling outside the palace and went through a back door that had been left ajar. Mai ran up the staircase and soon enough got out onto the roof of the palace.

On the distant side of the roof, there were the villagers, trying to get to the other side. She could clearly see Chan was still leading them. And on this side... there was Zuko, sitting on the edge, staring out onto his capital city in the distance, beyond the reaches of the forest.

Mai went to stand next to him, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Hey," she said.

"Hey," he said back. His voice was flat and emotionless, characteristic of a man resigned to his fate.

"Uh..." She sighed, and looked into the distance. The stars were bright that night, but it was a new moon. "Look, I... well... see..."

"HYAAAA!" Both of them turned around to see Chan running towards them, a spear in his hand. "Take THIS, monster!"

He stabbed Zuko's thigh; the prince let out a groan of pain, and tore at Chan's chest with his claws. The young men began to wrestle frantically. After a few minutes Zuko pushed the other away with great force; then he lay down on the ground, breathing raggedly.

"Zuko," Mai whispered. "Don't give up..."

He smiled wanly. "At least I got to see you one last time. I love you, Mai."

With that he closed his eyes, and Mai threw her arms around him, her head onto his chest. "How – how could you do this to me? Please, please—"

"And now," Chan snarled, "you, coquette that thinks she can—"

Barely looking away from her prince, Mai threw one of her knives at Chan, who could hardly even cry out before he fell off to his death.

"Zuko!" Mai said, stroking his hands. "Don't die, okay? Just... don't. You can't be dead, you just can't, not after everything we've been through. How could you do this to me? How—" Her voice was broken by a sob, and she wiped away the tears falling from her eyes. "How could you make me love you so much and then go away from me?"

With this she fell back onto his chest, weeping loudly. Because she was up on the roof of the palace, she couldn't see the last petal fall off of the lotus. Because she was making such a noise crying, she couldn't hear the sound of the wind moving quickly through the air. Because her eyes were otherwise occupied, she couldn't see the magical light beginning to surround the two of them, or how from a blank part of the dark night sky, where the moon should be, a white glow formed, and slowly coalesced into the form of Yue.

The moon spirit slowly went down to the roof of the palace and stood next to them, gently touching Zuko's forehead. Mai noticed her after a moment and looked up; for an instant, she recognized her from that diplomatic conference in her distant childhood. Then just as quickly as she had seen her, Princess Yue faded away into the night.

Suddenly Zuko let out a soft moan. Mai looked to him and gasped; his scar was gone!

"Mai...?" he said softly.

She smiled, tears coming to her eyes again; but these were ones of joy. They embraced.

Soon after, they found that all the servants and others in the castle had been turned back to human form. His mother and sister returned in a week or two when they heard it was safe; it turned out his father had died in the interim. And then Zuko and Mai got married and they lived happily ever after.


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