Chapter 59: Delaying the Divine
"The truth is a weapon I can't afford to use."
The hallway was quiet, lit only by the fading gold of afternoon sun slipping through latticed windows. The silence was rare in the palace, precious, even. But Zuko didn't savor it. Not today.
He stood just outside his private chamber, one hand pressed to the carved wood of the door, feeling the pulse behind his eyes. His body was tense, every muscle coiled with the strain of a thousand calculations. The sages were coming in the morning. The plan, his plan, was unraveling by the hour.
He pushed the door open.
Katara sat by the window, brushing the last of the ornamental pins from her hair. She looked up quickly, startled at his entrance, but calmed when she saw his face. Then her brow furrowed. She knew that look.
"What happened?"
He closed the door behind him.
"They're arriving tomorrow," he said flatly. "The sages. The ones meant to perform the rites on Aang."
She rose immediately, eyes wide. "That soon?"
Zuko nodded, crossing the room and leaning against the far wall. His eyes didn't meet hers.
"I had planned for more time. Days, at least. Enough to move things cleanly. But now…" He exhaled, long and controlled. "The escape has to happen sooner."
Katara paced a little, her arms folded tightly. "Can we even pull it off now? With the whole palace on edge because of the coronation?"
"We don't have a choice," he replied. "Once the sages begin their rites, they'll start probing spiritual methods. Some of which may…" He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "…be irreversible."
Katara turned to him, eyes narrowing. "What exactly are they going to do to him?"
Zuko gave her a look, just enough fear, just enough worry to sell it.
"They think they can kill the Avatar and end the cycle entirely. No more reincarnation. No more hope."
Katara looked sick at the thought. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. She sank slowly onto the edge of the bed, staring at the floor.
Zuko crossed the room and sat beside her, not too close. Just enough.
"I'm going to try to delay them," he said, his voice lower now. "Buy us time. If I can keep them confused, stalled, caught up in ceremonial nonsense… we might just get that window back."
She looked at him, searching his face. "Do you really think you can fool them?"
Zuko turned to the window. Outside, the last light of day was dipping behind the outer towers.
"I've… read a lot. Studied old scrolls, traditions. I know enough to sound like I know more. And the sages love nothing more than talking about themselves."
She gave him a small, reluctant smile at that.
Zuko didn't smile back. His mind was already racing.
They'll be looking for patterns in the spirit cycle… ancient methods… connections between elements and reincarnation. But they don't know the truth. They don't know that ending the cycle is only possible through one specific condition.
Killing the Avatar in the Avatar State.
It had nearly happened before. Twice. Azula's lightning. Unalaq's severing blow. Zuko knew the lore, the real one, not the legends, but the rules of this world. Rules that only the spirits understood.
He couldn't let the sages find that path.
He'd distract them. Feed them spiritual half-truths, mislead them with tales of the Sun Warriors, or ancient firebending philosophies that meant nothing. He would make them chase ghosts until the ceremony passed and his plan was already complete.
But none of that could be said aloud.
Not to Katara.
She was watching him now, the firelight dancing in her eyes.
"Zuko," she said quietly, "why are you doing all this?"
He looked at her, calm and unreadable.
"Because no one else can."
He stood before she could ask anything else.
"I need time alone. To prepare what I'll tell the sages."
Katara nodded slowly, unsure, but didn't stop him.
Zuko left the room with a single thought ringing in his head.
I can't let them find the truth. Not Raava. Not the State. Not the bond. Not yet.
Because the moment someone understood that…
…the game was over.
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The courtyard had been transformed into a banquet chamber by midday.
Low lacquered tables were arranged beneath hanging lanterns strung between the red-leaf trees. The scent of grilled fire-scallops and seared chili duck filled the air. Spiced plum wine was poured into porcelain cups, and the sages, despite their age and solemn appearance, ate with the practiced enjoyment of men used to state feasts.
Zuko, seated at the head, remained mostly untouched by the food. His thoughts were focused. Probing.
"Tell me," he began, swirling the wine in his cup, "your thoughts on ancient spirits. Specifically… those older than the Avatar itself."
The sages paused, the air between them subtly stiffening.
Renji, the youngest, spoke carefully. "Many spirits predate the Avatar Cycle. Great beasts and energies that roamed freely when the spirit and physical realms were not yet fully divided."
Meitou added, "Some believe these spirits still walk among us… hidden in deep forests, oceans, and storms."
Zuko nodded slowly. "Would it surprise you if I told you there are spirits out there, entities, that even the Avatar struggles to face?"
Duan frowned. "The Avatar is the bridge between worlds. Their authority over spirits is absolute."
Yoroku, however, remained silent, watching.
Zuko pressed further. "And yet Avatar Yangchen struggled to maintain balance in her time. Not just with the nations, but with spirits."
That caught their attention.
"She neglected the physical world's spiritual needs," Zuko continued, voice smooth and calculated. "Focused too much on political order, treaties, peace summits. Some say she turned her back on the spiritual realm entirely."
Renji hesitated. "That is a… contentious interpretation."
"But not inaccurate," Zuko replied. "And what of Kuruk? Her successor?"
Meitou grimaced. "Kuruk was a failure. A hedonist. He let the world rot while he chased indulgence."
"Or," Zuko said, lifting a brow, "he inherited a world so corrupted by spiritual imbalance that he was forced to spend his short life fighting horrors from the other side."
Yoroku's gaze sharpened.
"You suggest a trend," the Grand Sage said.
Zuko leaned forward slightly.
"Of course. Each Avatar inherits the sins of the last. Szeto, for example, his fire burned too brightly. He favored his own people and ignored the slow decay of the Earth and Water nations."
"His loyalty was to the Fire Nation," Duan said firmly. "As it should be."
"And what did that loyalty cost?" Zuko asked calmly. "Yangchen stepped into a world of bloated merchant clans and warring nobles propped up by Szeto's favoritism. She had to unravel it all. And in doing so, she lost her connection to the spirit world. The next Avatar, Kuruk, then fought an endless war alone."
Silence.
The sages exchanged guarded looks.
"They are all flawed," Meitou said at last. "Even Roku, who let sentiment blind him to Sozin's ambition."
"Yet the Avatar must be revered," Zuko said. "Yes?"
"Of course," Duan answered, but there was no reverence in his tone. "The cycle is sacred."
Yoroku finally spoke again, this time quietly.
"Sacred. But not infallible. We honor the Avatar as balance… not as perfection."
Zuko observed them closely.
These were the sages entrusted to preserve the Avatar's memory. The stewards of balance. And yet every word they spoke was tilted, tempered by politics, nationalism, and decades of blind loyalty to the Fire Nation.
They've stopped serving the Avatar, Zuko thought. 'They serve the throne now.'
He didn't show it on his face. He just let the silence settle again. Let the food distract them.
Then, with calculated ease, he asked,
"Do you believe an Avatar could become… obsolete?"
That drew several sharp glances.
Renji looked uncomfortable. "The Avatar is eternal. It is balance incarnate."
"And yet," Zuko said, "what if the world changed? What if balance itself no longer needed a single vessel?"
Meitou shook his head. "Dangerous thinking, Prince Zuko."
"It is only a question," Zuko replied smoothly. "A thought exercise. You're sages. I expect clarity, not fear."
"Balance will always require an intermediary," Duan said stiffly.
Yoroku, however, was still watching Zuko.
"Your knowledge is… extensive," the Grand Sage said. "Unusual for one so young."
Zuko met his eyes and answered without hesitation.
"I study what others ignore."
There was another pause. The breeze stirred the flame of a nearby lantern.
Zuko took another sip of wine, letting the conversation settle into silence once more.
'Let them believe I'm probing their loyalty. Let them think I'm testing their usefulness. But I'm learning something far more valuable.'
These sages might claim to honor the Avatar.
But their loyalty was to power.
And he planned to use that.
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