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Epilogue: A New Spirit
50 years later
A young man of 13 wandered the halls of the palace and turned down an old, dark corridor.
"Brother, where did you go?" a girls' voice sounded from behind the boy.
The boy hurried on, not wanting his sister to bother him at the moment. He just wanted to be alone. He turned into another corridor and sat behind a statue as the girl passed the corridor he had turned down. He relaxed and leaned against the wall, studying the statue.
It was of Agni, the god of fire. He leaned back, resting in Agni's shadow and out of the corner of his eye, saw a space behind the statue. He investigated it and found a box, covered in dust.
The boy opened the box carefully and found a note on top.
'I found this here when I was young with a note that told me to use it if I needed to do the right thing without being there. If you need it, use it to do the right thing when you yourself can not do what needs to be done.'
He moved the note aside and moved the black, velvet cloth away to reveal a blue demon mask. It had empty eyes, but wore a mischievous smile with tusks.
"Brother!"
Zuko quickly covered the mask with the velvet and slipped it under his armor. He returned the box to its hiding spot.
"I'm right here Azula," he said, standing up, irritated at his sister. "What do you want?"
"The meeting is about to start, and I know you've been trying to get into one for a long time," she told him, acting as if she cared, but her tone carried a hint of sarcasm.
"Fine," he replied before stalking off. He intended to get into the war meeting, to learn, and headed off to meet his destiny.