The Water Bender and the Fire Prince//Zuko Fanfiction

7 ~ Waterbending

Enyo tucked her hands into her pockets, wrapping her left hand around the two stones. It was music night on the ship, which meant she had to endure at least an hour of Iroh's raspy crooning. She tried her best on the djembe, but after a while, Iroh got annoyed with her getting offbeat and passed it off to one of the crew members. 

Enyo leaned back on her chair, glancing upwards. There was a thick chill to the air she hadn't felt since they were at the South Pole. It bit at her nose and flushed her skin. Enyo buried her face deeper in the fur-lined red overcoat she wore. The sky was dark, and she could just make out a speckling of stars. The moon was wide and white, nearly full. They'd be at the North Pole soon.

She dug her hands deep into her pocket. They were gloved, but still, it was warm in her pocket. They had been stopped at a port to gather supplies before they entered the North Pole. Over the past few days, there had been increasing amounts of Fire Nation activity. Enough that Iroh had suggested she keep a few weapons on her in case of any threats. 

Her spear rested on the steel deck in front of her, the handle sitting on her feet. Her knives were tucked into the waist above her jacket-- not the most ideal weapon with gloves, but they were good backup in case she lost her spear.

Rao had just begun to join Han and Iroh in harmony when there was a clang. Enyo turned to look at the ramp that connected the ship to the dock. She bristled. 

Zhao stepped onto the ship, accompanied by a few soldiers from his fleet. 

Enyo kicked her foot up and caught the spear with one hand, standing up. Iroh pressed her back and she straightened, standing at his side. 

"Admiral Zhao, how can we assist you?" Iroh's tone was pleasant, though Enyo could hear a hint of annoyance. Iroh loved music night, and wouldn't take well to it being interrupted. 

Zhao walked forward, and his gaze turned to Enyo. She stood so the butt of her spear was on the ground and the white point was just above her head. Through her gloves, she could make out the carving on the deadwood staff.

"Such a unique spear," Zhao commented. "Where did you get it?"

Enyo swallowed. She had seen Zhao's eyes flash with recognition. She had had the spear with her on the night she and Zuko broke Aang out of prison. Could he possibly recognize it? She thought back to the way that Katara and Sokka had recognized it.

"I won it in a fight," She said. Her voice had to be calm, her heart rate steady. 

"Interesting choice of weapon, especially for Fire Nation," Zhao hummed. He turned his attention to Iroh. "General Iroh, I wish to speak with Prince Zuko. Is he here?"

Iroh tucked his hands in his sleeve, holding them over his belly. "My nephew is downstairs. Follow me."

Enyo fell into step with Iroh. She caught his eyes for a split second. Iroh didn't know why Zhao was here either. It couldn't be good.

Iroh led the way to Zuko's room and knocked, pushing the door open. Enyo followed-- Zhao and his men on her heels.

"Uncle," Zuko groaned. "I already said I'm not playing the tsungi horn." 

Enyo shook her head slightly as Zhao stepped into the room. Zuko straightened up instantly. 

"Zhao, how can we help you?" Zuko's voice was full of barely contained rage. Enyo could see it in his clenched fists and narrow eyes.

Zhao had gotten sidetracked again. Enyo realized that he was staring at the dual broadswords on Zuko's wall. She silently cursed. She should've told Zuko to hide them.