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The forest was their only chance.

Tomo's feet pounded against the earth, his breath ragged as the moonlight filtered through the trees. The air was thick with the scent of damp leaves and the acrid smoke that still hung from the camp, but it didn't matter. He wasn't looking back—couldn't afford to.

Ariya's silhouette darted ahead, her form blending into the shadows of the dense underbrush. The ground beneath them was uneven, roots and rocks jutting up from the earth like jagged teeth, ready to trip them up. Tomo's heart thudded in his chest, his thoughts running wild.

Where are Jiro and Kael?

The rendezvous point was just ahead, but the path felt like it stretched on endlessly, the trees closing in on them like a dark tunnel. The air was charged, crackling with the faintest hum of firebenders pursuing them.

Tomo barely noticed the sweat dripping down his face, his eyes darting over his shoulder at the sounds of pursuit. The distant crackle of fire was unmistakable.

Ariya's voice broke through his thoughts, sharp and breathless. "Move faster!"

Tomo's legs burned, each step a struggle against the overwhelming fatigue. His mind whirled, torn between his instincts to protect Ariya and his nagging doubts. Could he do this? Could he actually keep them safe?

Ahead, Ariya stumbled—her foot caught on a root—and Tomo's stomach dropped.

"Dammit!" he hissed, but he didn't stop. Instead, he reached out and grabbed her arm just in time, pulling her upright.

"Are you okay?" His voice was strained, almost panicked.

She nodded quickly, though her breath was shallow. "We can't stop, Tomo. They're close."

Tomo glanced back once more—two firebenders had broken through the treeline, their bodies framed by the flickering flames. The fireballs they launched arced through the air, crackling with deadly intent. One struck the ground just a few feet away from Tomo, fortunately the power was weak but he could still feel the heat.

They were closing in. Too fast. Too close.

The forest was no longer just a sanctuary—it had become a labyrinth, twisting and narrowing, as though the trees themselves were closing in to trap them. The ground beneath Tomo's feet felt uneven, each step a gamble. He leaped over a fallen log, narrowly avoiding a sharp rock that could've impaled him. He didn't look down. He couldn't afford to.

Ariya's breath was a frantic rhythm beside him, but she was still ahead, moving with swift, calculated precision. He had to keep up. Had to protect her.

Had to protect them both.

His doubts clawed at him. What if he couldn't?

Another fireball exploded to his left, the heat from it searing his skin even from a distance. Tomo heard Ariya's sharp intake of breath, felt her freeze for a moment, and then she was moving again, her speed undeterred.

But Tomo was slowing. The weight of his thoughts was anchoring him to the ground, slowing his legs, his reaction time. Every part of him screamed at him to stop, to give in, but he pushed forward, his feet barely keeping up with the panic rising in his chest.

Ariya had already passed through the narrow gap in the trees ahead—an opening that led to the clearing where they were supposed to meet Jiro and Kael. But as Tomo drew closer, something in his gut twisted with an unsettling realization. There was no sign of them. No voices calling out, no reassurance that their escape was still part of the plan.

Tomo's breath hitched in his throat. Where are they?

He reached the clearing, his gaze darting in every direction. The night was eerily still.

Ariya, breathless and wide-eyed, scanned the area too. "They're not here," she said, the realization sinking in like a stone.

Tomo's throat tightened. He couldn't process it—couldn't make sense of it. Jiro and Kael were supposed to be here. They had planned this. They had promised.

Tomo stepped forward, his hands shaking, heart racing. He didn't understand. Why weren't they here?

Ariya grabbed his arm, her voice low but urgent. "Tomo—"

But before she could say another word, a shadow stepped into the clearing. A figure emerged from the trees, moving with a surety that made Tomo's blood run cold. It wasn't Jiro. It was Kael, in fire nation uniform, his cape flapping as the man stepped forward, a smug grin on his face.

Tomo's breath caught in his chest.

Fire nation soldiers stepped out from behind him, flanking him with a predatory air. "You didn't think we'd let you just walk away, did you?" Kael's voice was cold, mocking.

Tomo's world tilted, his stomach dropping. The words didn't register immediately, not until the full weight of the betrayal hit him. Kael. Kael had led them into a trap.

"You bastard…" Ariya's voice trembled with fury. "You—"

Kael didn't even flinch. Instead, he raised a hand to signal his comrades, and the firebenders behind him immediately unleashed their flames in a coordinated attack.

Tomo shoved Ariya back, pushing her to the ground just as a searing ball of fire whizzed past them, narrowly missing her shoulder.

But Tomo knew they couldn't escape this. Not now.

"Why?" Tomo rasped, his eyes wide with disbelief, his voice hoarse from the choking air. "Why are you doing this?"

Kael's lips curled into a smirk, his posture relaxed, as though the chaos around him was merely a game. He took a deliberate step forward, his gaze dripping with condescension. "Why?" he repeated, his tone mocking. "Because overseeing a mine is dreadfully dull work, Tomo. Day in and day out, the same routines, the same groveling faces."

He glanced down at them with a sneer, his words sharp and deliberate. "So I thought, why not spice things up a little? What better way to pass the time than by toying with worms like you?"

Kael spread his arms, gesturing at the destruction surrounding them as if it were a masterpiece he had crafted. "You scurry around, thinking you can outwit the fire nation, thinking you have even the slightest chance of defiance. But every step you take, every plan you hatch... all of it is mine to unravel. You dance to my whims, and you don't even realize it."

His eyes settled on Tomo with cruel amusement. "This isn't malice, boy. It's boredom. You're not warriors or heroes. You're playthings. And when I grow tired of this little game?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, the weight of his arrogance crushing. "I'll sweep you away like the insignificant pests you are."

Ariya gasped, her eyes wide in realization. She scrambled to her feet, backing away.

Tomo's fists clenched at his sides. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. He had trusted Kael. Had thought he was one of the few people who might actually stand by them.

But now? He had nothing but betrayal.

The firebenders stepped forward, their flames igniting the night around them, casting long, twisted shadows across the clearing. The heat from their flames was overwhelming. Tomo's heart hammered in his chest, his limbs suddenly heavy with dread.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't win.

Tomo turned to Ariya, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief. The flames lit up her face, her expression broken as she backed away slowly.

"No…" she whispered, her voice shaking. "No…"

Kael's laughter echoed in the clearing as his firebenders advanced.

"You know what they say, Tomo," Kael sneered. "The best way to deal with a threat… is to let it burn."

Tomo's pulse quickened as the fireballs came closer, the air growing impossibly hot. He barely had time to react, his mind clouded with the shock of the betrayal, the disbelief that washed over him like a cold tide. He turned, trying to push Ariya away from the danger, but there was nowhere to go.

The flames closed in.