Chapter 61: Threads Tighten
Their footsteps echoed faintly through the palace corridor, measured, dignified, but with an undercurrent of tension. Gone were the banquet tables and ceremonial pleasantries. Now the sages followed Zuko through long marbled halls lined with bronze flame sconces and engraved reliefs of ancient firebenders.
Though the sages still walked with reverence, their expressions had sharpened. As if the air around them shifted the closer they came to the soul of their mission.
"Have the proper seals been placed around the Avatar's chamber?" Meitou asked as they turned a corner flanked by royal guards.
"Yes," Zuko replied. "Three layers of spiritual containment as per your requirements."
Renji nodded. "He is still unawakened?"
Zuko paused. "He's been meditating, under watch. But the Avatar State hasn't surfaced since his capture."
They reached a checkpoint: a heavy gate guarded by two members of the Imperial Firebenders, standing stoically with spears crossed. Zuko produced a scroll bearing his sigil and the Fire Lord's wax seal. The guards bowed and stepped aside, opening the gate.
Beyond it was a stone stairwell that spiraled down into darkness.
The air changed.
Cooler. Heavier.
They descended.
"Testing his spiritual responses will be crucial," said Grand Sage Yoroku, his hand gliding across the smooth wall as they moved. "We must observe how the Avatar's energy reacts to invocation. Even if we cannot sever the cycle, understanding how the spirit stirs could guide us closer."
"He is young," Duan added. "Impressionable. We should see if his spirit bends to control, or resists it."
"That's… not our purpose," Renji said with quiet discomfort. "We are not here to torment him."
"We are here," Meitou cut in, "to explore the limits of balance. And what must be done if balance itself endangers the world."
Zuko said nothing as he led them lower, torchlight flickering off the damp, moss-veined stone. This was his first time visiting Aang since Ozai moved him. First time seeing the new checkpoints was a great excuse for his real plans.
Another checkpoint. More guards. Another sealed gate opened with grinding effort.
Now they were two floors beneath the main palace. The ceilings curved lower here. The walls whispered with ancient cold.
This is what the Fire Nation became, Zuko thought grimly.
A place where sages in robes spoke of "balance" like it was a weapon.
Yoroku turned to him as they reached the final flight of steps.
"Do you believe, Prince Zuko… that the Avatar can be controlled?"
Zuko kept his eyes forward.
"I believe," he said carefully, "that if the Avatar is truly meant to preserve balance, then the world must decide what balance means."
Duan gave a pleased grunt.
They reached the final checkpoint, a reinforced iron gate. Beyond it, the stone corridor glowed with dim spiritual warding marks. Intricate fire symbols etched in chalk circled the edges of the walls.
The guards here bowed even deeper. One of them pressed his hand to the mark on the door, murmuring a phrase. A flash of flames illuminated the hall. The spiritual lock released with a metallic hiss.
The gates groaned open.
Zuko stepped aside and gestured the sages in.
"Gentlemen," he said with practiced calm, "the Avatar awaits."
They passed through, one by one, their eyes scanning the containment sigils, the still air, the quiet hum of suppressed energy.
Zuko followed last, his expression unreadable.
'Tomorrow,' he reminded himself. 'They begin their rituals. And I'll begin mine.'
Let's see who manipulates who.
The final chamber was colder than the stairs had promised.
The light here came from embedded flame crystals—dim and unnatural, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone floor. A series of glowing red runes pulsed along the perimeter of the room, containment symbols layered atop ancient wardings carved directly into the basalt. It wasn't a prison.
It was a cage. A spiritual vault.
Zuko stepped through the threshold last, silently scanning every corner of the room. Six guards. All Fire Nation elite, not standard palace patrols. Their armor bore the stylized phoenix emblem, Ozai's personal crest.
He didn't recognize two of the guards. That worried him.
Aang was never this heavily guarded before.
Earlier in the arc, he had been kept in one of the lower sanctuaries of the outer temple, watched by three soldiers and one spiritual handler and a few minor checkpoints, none of whom seemed particularly devout or competent. The path had fewer checkpoints. No enchanted doors. No sacred symbols.
Now everything reeked of holy fire and imperial control.
Zuko's jaw tensed slightly.
Ozai escalated security. Why? And when?
At the center of the room, in perfect lotus position, sat Aang.
His head was bowed. Thin chains wrapped his wrists, his ankles, even his waist, just loose enough to allow posture, but clearly imbued with spiritual suppression techniques. His airbender robes were faded and frayed, and though his body looked thinner, there was no doubt: he had been meditating.
He hadn't expected that.
'Even after everything,' Zuko thought, 'he still meditates.'
The click of a staff echoed across the chamber.
Yoroku stepped forward, his eyes glinting with complex emotion. Awe. Disapproval. Curiosity.
The Grand Sage bowed, not deeply, but with ceremonial grace.
"Avatar," he said, "we are honored."
Aang stirred, slowly lifting his head.
His grey eyes met the sages—and then shifted to Zuko.
Zuko gave him nothing. No nod. No signal. Just a quiet, composed stare.
"What's going on?" Aang asked, his voice dry but clear. "Why are there more of you?"
Renji stepped forward with a respectful clasp of his hands. "We are the Fire Sages of Crescent Island. Custodians of spiritual balance. Today, we have come to examine your state."
"Examine?" Aang echoed, narrowing his eyes.
Meitou's tone held less reverence.
"You were captured during a time of great imbalance. The Fire Nation is close to ending a century of war, an era the Avatar has resisted. You, child, have chosen sides."
Duan stepped closer too, peering at the chains. "Tomorrow, we will determine how tightly your spirit still clings to its cycle. What fragments of your past lives still linger."
Aang frowned. "You want to test the Avatar Spirit?"
"We must see how it behaves," Meitou said. "How it resists. How it adapts."
"Or how it breaks," Duan added.
Yoroku held up a hand. "Enough. Tonight, we observe. Tomorrow, we act."
Zuko stood near the back wall, saying nothing.
But he watched it all.
Every glance. Every movement. Every overstep. He watched the guard at the far door whisper something to the second one, he'd remember that.
He watched Aang's chains subtly tighten when his breathing deepened. He watched Meitou adjust the spiritual crystals on the walls, careful to angle them toward the boy's chest.
He watched as Yoroku reached into his sleeve and pulled a long talisman brush, dipped it in ink, and began writing on a scroll.
He memorized every stroke.
'I need to know every piece of this,' he thought. 'Every guard. Every glyph. Every phrase.'
Because tomorrow, the sages would try to peel open the soul of the Avatar…
…and Zuko had to be ready to stop them, without being seen.
Aang's gaze flicked to him once more.
"Zuko…" he said, soft but weighted. "Why are you here?"
Zuko didn't answer.
He couldn't.
Not yet.
***
The imperial dining salon reserved for princesses was quieter at night. A cascade of red paper lanterns hung from the high arched ceiling, casting a warm glow over lacquered blackwood and gold-rimmed porcelain. The air smelled faintly of roasted ginger and jasmine oil.
Azula sat upright at the center of the table, picking slowly at her food. She wasn't really eating, just moving pieces of grilled sea eel around with her chopsticks, one eye twitching every time a plate clinked too loud.
Ty Lee sat across from her, legs folded beneath her in that perfectly upright posture of hers, eyes bright with chatter. Mai, as usual, lounged half-interested at the far end of the table, absently peeling the skin from a steamed plum with the tip of her knife.
"I'm just saying," Ty Lee said, bouncing a little in place, "he's been really weird lately. Like, super tense. He barely even looked at me this morning when we passed him in the corridor."
"Zuko's always tense," Mai muttered without looking up. "That's not new."
"No," Ty Lee said, shaking her head, "this was different. He didn't even frown at me. He just… stared. Like he was looking through me."
"Lucky you," Mai said flatly. "I'd kill for Zuko to look past me."
Azula's chopsticks clinked too hard against the plate. She didn't look up.
"He's hiding something," she said finally.
Ty Lee blinked. "Like what?"
Azula tilted her head slightly, her eyes still on her untouched food. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Ty Lee pouted. "Azulaaa. Don't do that royal secret thing."
Mai rolled her eyes. "She's doing that thing again where she hints at something dramatic and refuses to say it because we're not high enough on the totem pole."
Azula's gaze lifted slowly to Mai, who didn't flinch. They stared for a beat.
Then Azula smirked, just barely. "Maybe I am."
Ty Lee leaned forward on her elbows. "But seriously. Zuko's been... intense. Like he's always rushing somewhere, talking to important people, skipping training. You'd think being back from exile would make him nicer."
"Maybe exile made him worse," Mai offered, then added: "Which would be impressive."
"He doesn't talk to anyone," Ty Lee went on. "Not even Uncle anymore. And he was actually kinda cold to me this morning. You know how I am about energy. His was ice. I don't think I've ever felt Zuko like that before."
Azula's fingers twitched slightly at the mention of "ice."
She forced a smile.
"Maybe he's finally realizing how outmatched he is."
Ty Lee tilted her head. "But he's not, is he? I mean… he's gotten really strong. Everyone's talking about how he beat Zhao and how your father's letting him oversee the Avatar thing. That's kind of a big deal."
Azula's eyes narrowed just slightly. "Yes," she said. "It is."
Mai looked at her now. Really looked.
"You're annoyed."
Azula said nothing.
Ty Lee's eyes widened. "Are you mad that Zuko's getting attention?"
Azula's gaze snapped to her. "Don't be ridiculous."
"You are mad," Ty Lee said, grinning. "Wow. You're actually mad. Is it because he's kind of… mysterious now? That thing you hate when someone doesn't tell you what they're thinking?"
Azula's jaw tightened. "He's not mysterious. He's manipulative."
Mai hummed. "That's new. You used to say he was stupid."
"I said he was impulsive," Azula snapped. "Now he's sneaky. And creepy. And walking around like he knows something no one else does."
Ty Lee giggled. "That's kind of hot, though."
Azula's chopsticks froze in midair.
Mai glanced at Ty Lee. "You've said that about a guy who set his own robes on fire."
"I appreciate passion," Ty Lee said, beaming.
Azula dropped her chopsticks onto the plate. "He's not hot," she said sharply. "He's my brother."
The room fell silent.
Ty Lee blinked.
Mai raised an eyebrow.
Azula exhaled slowly and leaned back in her chair, brushing invisible dust from her sleeve.
"He's just… irritating," she said, calmer now. "Thinks he can slink around the palace with that smug look on his face, whispering with generals and sages and Father like he's already been crowned."
Mai tilted her head. "Hasn't he?"
Azula gave her a sideways glance. "Not yet."
The silence returned, this time thicker.
Ty Lee stirred her drink with a tiny straw. "Sooo… what are you gonna do?"
Azula stared across the room at the flickering lanterns.
"Watch."
Her voice was low. Sharp.
"And when the time comes… remind Zuko who he's dealing with."
A few moments of silence passed.
The soft clink of the door handle turning broke the quiet. Ty Lee and Mai turned their heads toward the entrance of the private salon as the door creaked open.
Azula didn't look up right away. She already knew who it was.
The scent of ash and leather hit first, Zhao always smelled like scorched armor and sweat, no matter how much perfume he used to mask it. He had pained look to him from the fight with Zuko the other day but he still hid it quite well.
The man himself stepped into the room with the confident stride of someone who believed he belonged anywhere he entered.
"Princess Azula," Zhao said, voice smooth but coiled beneath with tension.
Azula glanced up, one brow raised, expression flat. "General Zhao. This is a private dinner."
Zhao gave a stiff nod toward Mai and Ty Lee. "My apologies. But the matter is urgent."
Mai sighed. "Then make it quick. The eel's finally gotten tender."
Ty Lee pouted. "I was just about to ask Azula if she thinks Zuko has a secret love child."
Azula's widened in absolute shock, a bit of nervousness rose to her cheeks. She waved a hand sharply. "Out. Both of you."
Ty Lee blinked. "Wait, really?"
Azula didn't blink.
Mai rolled her eyes and stood. "Fine. But if you start plotting a coup without us, I'm going to be annoyed."
Ty Lee grabbed one last fried dumpling before skipping out the door after her.
When it closed, Azula turned her full attention on Zhao.
"Well?" she asked. "I assume this isn't another power-grab dressed up as gossip."
Zhao moved further into the room, lowering his voice.
"I've been watching your brother. Closely."
Azula sat straighter, her eyes sharpening.
"I thought he was just playing at politics. Gaining favor, scheming for your father's approval. But it's more than that. He's coordinating. Disguising movements. Shifting schedules."
He leaned forward, voice dropping to a near-whisper.
"Yesterday, I found two palace guards transferred out of the lower levels without explanation. Today, those same levels are swarming with spiritual warding, and no one can tell me when the Avatar was moved there."
Azula's gaze narrowed.
"Go on."
Zhao's lip curled.
"Something's coming. Something big. And he's pulling it off right under our noses."
He straightened now, standing across from her like a man ready to light a fuse.
"I need your help."
Azula stared at him, expression unreadable.
Then, slowly, she smiled.
Like the hiss of a fire catching oil.
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