⋆˚࿔Dreams about flying𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - FINAL
A/N: here it is.
The final chapter of the series, as well as the longest one so far.
I'm very deeply sorry this took such a long time... I mentioned in my previous post that life has been crazy with me, throwing me around like a rag doll. I'm REALLY hoping you guys will forgive me, and like this chapter as much as I do - it took a lot of brain juice for me to write.
No often time skips, no cuts in between aside from few at the beginning and end of the champter, one big massive action sequence. I really hope I gave it enough justice.
Having to focus on one perspective that the MC hold with every aspect of the movie was HARD. Especially since this sequence is showcasing all the characters struggling and fighting in individual scenes. I thought about keeping the pace with the movie but ultimately decided against it... since you're the main character, it's your POV and your thoughts in this current moment. Jumping from one character to another could've lead to some confusion...
But we got it. The last, biggest chapter and the final straw of this series. I don't want to write here too much, I'll mostly likely create a post after publishing this one to say all my thanks and express my gratitude to everyone who read, liked, shared or left a comment under this title.
Love you guys :") And I hop you'll enjoy this champter.
Header by: @aquazero
Tags: Avatar!Female!Reader x Na'vi!Jake Sully, smut, Hot big aliens, Slow Burn, Jake being Jake, FEMALE reader, swearing, cannon violence, NO use of Y/N, racism(?), character death
Chapter Thirteen: A Dream come true
The next day arrived as quietly as any other. Slowly bringing the soft morning light, letting it cut through the darkness of night.
Any other day would be a good day. The sun was shining, barely any clouds in the sky, and the greenery of the forest was inviting for another run or stroll.
But not today. Not when over two thousand warriors waited for your order, not when millions – if not billions – of lives were separated from complete devastation by only one person who hadn’t even been born on this planet.
Not when the weight of gear and guns in your hands kept reminding you of the blood that would be spilled in the hours to come.
Despite the dread creeping up your spine, making the hairs on your nape stand tall and alert, you held your head high, trying to keep your mind clear. That’s why she chose you, right? The very reason you were here, ready to risk everything you knew, had, and grown to love, just to protect this world – was your spirit.
You have a strong spirit. You don’t give up. You don’t fear.
The very first words Jake said during your first meeting echoed in your mind. As your cheek stung from his bow, pride welled up as he called you a noisy child – he sealed your destiny long before you could even imagine it.
Technically, it all should be clear by now, right? The reason, the choice, the decision to make you the person you were now – yet it still felt like a thick blindfold was tied over your eyes. You still didn’t understand why; why you, why like this, why now. Blindly, you hoped and calculated all the possible outcomes of today’s battle, always arriving at only one conclusion: You cannot lose.
Losing was like kicking an already wounded animal, painfully prolonging its suffering. If you lose today, countless lives would be taken – and you couldn’t let that happen. At any cost.
As the morning sun barely woke up behind the horizon, you were already getting ready. Hair braided, feathers carefully tangled between the strands. Busy in the chaos of preparation, as Jake was about to paint your face, you both heard footsteps.
You could say you expected anyone. Norm walking in to ask about the plan, Mo’at with her lectures and advice. Christ, you could even expect Quaritch to appear out of nowhere just to send a bullet right between your eyes.
The person you did NOT expect was Neytiri.
The moment she stepped in, no one said a word. From the way she shifted her stance from one foot to another, you could guess she was contemplating bolting out, the second she entered.
And as Jake was about to speak, you gently settled your hand on his.
“Could you... leave us alone for a moment, please?” He hesitated visibly, his gaze shifting from you to Neytiri in silent question – ‘Are you sure?’ But with a soft nod and a gentle smile, you gave him just as silent answer: ‘It’s okay.’
Both you and Neytiri remained silent as Jake slowly stood up and left. You did the same, rising to your full height. The idea of the upcoming war suddenly didn’t seem so terrifying in the face of the woman before you.
Neytiri was a force to reckon with – fearless, brave, with an aim that could end any life in a blink. And despite the history of conflict between you, you saw her as a sister – a fellow Omatikaya who, like you, wanted to save her world.
Seeing her tail flick nervously behind her, you decided to take the first step.
“...You’re incredible, you know that?” The compliment must have caught her off guard, with the way her head wiped in your direction. Even now, eye to eye, you couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty. Most likely, in another life, she and Jake would be a couple no one could stop.
“I mean it.” You continued, letting your tone speak for itself. It wasn’t the words that mattered, but actions. “You’re a great warrior. A loving sister. A great person. I know how... how it all seems from your perspective How I look.”
Words kept spilling from your mouth, but you wondered: could she even understand English? What if you were pouring your heart out for nothing? What if she was here just to tell you that you’ll never be a part of Clan in her eyes, and you’re giving her a perfect opportunity to strike?
“...I’m sorry. I don’t think I ever properly said it to you. I’d... I genuinely want to apologize for everything. For how the Sky People have treated you and your family. For what they took. For what I did, for how I lied to you and your people. For Sylwanin, for Setu’k, for–”
“Do all Sky People not know when to stop talking?” she interrupted.
You snapped your mouth shut with an audible click. Your eyes widened, ears perked as she spoke, her big eyes frowning just a little. So she did know English.
You fell silent as she prepared to say whatever was on her mind. Watching her take a deep breath through her nose, you braced yourself for the barrage of threats likely to come.
“...You earned your place among the People,” she finally said, raising her chin to meet your gaze with that never faltering confidence. “The Great Mother gave you chance. You took it. You learned.” With each word, your fingers trembled slightly. Is she...?
“...Setu’k was my great love. It is... no surprise his brother choose you.” At the mention of Jake’s brother, you saw it – the glimmer in her eyes, a swirl of emotions. Unspoken love for a long-dead man, endless grief for all she’d lost, and burning hatred toward the Demons who had taken everything from her.
Though, for once, it wasn’t focused solely on you... or at least not entirely. You never blamed her – the same Demon Blood coursed through your veins at this very moment, this body serving as a mere shell, an artificial vessel for operating in a different world. Underneath the blue skin there was still a human mind. A part of which you’d never be able to fully get rid of.
Neither of you said anything for a moment, simply holding eye contact – a connection that no longer meant threat. Perhaps silent pain, a hint of respect, but the fire of hatred and disgust had dulled, reduced to a softer ember.
And maybe that was enough. No need for grand apologies or admissions of guilt. Just... acknowledgment of how things were.
“...I accept your apology.” Slowly, you saw her hand rise to her forehead, then gesture toward you.
It wasn’t friendship. Friendship would be too big of a word for what had now settled between you. But it wasn’t hatred either. You weren’t sure if she fully meant her words, given all the harm your kind had done. But here she was – at least trying.
It was okay if she never fully forgave you. It was okay if this was the first and last normal conversation you shared. Pain never disappears completely; it just eases with time. And despite everything, she was standing before you, acknowledging your presence – not as a Demon, but as an Omatikaya.
With a gentle huff and an involuntary smile forming on your face, you did the same. Raising your hand to your forehead, you gestured it toward her.
It wasn’t much, but it felt like a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders.
“Let us fight for the freedom of our world.” With that, she turned and left, leaving a sense of calmness spreading over your chest.
The wind dancing in your hair made the feathers and beads click together in union. The plan was... simple. Which wasn’t the best feature, but it was better than nothing.
The entire army was divided into two groups – one in the sky on Ikrans, the other on Dire Horses, waiting for your command. As much as the vision of bows and arrows against guns and missiles felt like a significant disadvantage, it had to work for now.
Sitting on the back of Toruk, you and hundreds of Na’vi navigated through the air toward the destined spot of the ambush. No matter how many guns they had, they still didn’t know these mountains – didn’t understand the wind currents or the blind spots.
With your fingers tight around your gun, you first glanced to the right – sharing a silent nod with Tsu’tey and Neytiri, who were flying next to each other. Next, you did the same with Jake, who took a spot on your left. You two held eye contact for a longer moment – words were useless in the face of war.
With a hard expression, you focused your gaze forward. Being in constant contact with Norm, who took a spot with the group on land, you knew the moment was approaching. The distant sound of propellers and roaring engines soaring through the air made Toruk growl deeply beneath you.
“I am with you till the end,” Jake’s voice rang in your ear through the earpiece. You looked at him again, your mind swirling with a thousand thoughts. After a moment, you reached for your own comms.
“...Let’s hope the end is far away from today.”
The joke fell flat in the face of the impending danger, but both of you still managed to smile... until your comms crackled again.
“We’re moving,” Norm’s voice spoke next. The action had begun.
Once you moved out of the corner of one of the islands, right where the rest of the Ikran riders waited for you and your group, your gaze finally fell on the formation of rotocrafts. At least a hundred Scorpions, the plane that held all the explosives, all led by the Dragon-C21 – the same one Quaritch used to destroy the Hometree. And the same one he was inside at this very moment.
Moving through the space between two islands, on the stone walls of the Islands, warriors were already waiting – instantly taking off as soon as you let out a scream from the top of your lungs.
“Brother, I’m going to punch a hole. You follow me through!” you sent a quick command to Tsu’tey, knowing he wouldn’t need to be told twice.
Even if the plan was simple, no part of it could fully predict what was about to happen.
You didn’t think. Diving down, you and the whole army of Na’vi dropped from the sky like rain, claws and teeth bared. Toruk almost instantly responded to your thoughts – his massive body lunging toward one of the rotocrafts, feet stretched out as he snatched the tail of the machine. The weight of the Lenopteryx beneath you sent you both into a motion in the air; the propellers of the vehicle too weak to withstand Toruk’s strength.
Soon enough, you sent the rotocraft crashing into the stone wall beside you, destroying it with an explosion. You flew forward, targeting yet another aircraft. Toruk’s claws grabbed onto its front, crushing whoever was inside and sending the machine straight down.
The chaos started – arrows flying through the air, each one precisely aimed to kill. The sky turned into a show of dropping rotocrafts and explosions. Unfortunately, the sudden ambush didn’t give you much additional time. Soon after, the Sky People broke the formation, and the real battle began. The whistle of flying arrows was joined by the bang of gunshots. It wasn’t just humans falling in battle – from the corner of your eye, you saw your sisters and brothers getting shot, the casualties rising quickly.
But no matter how badly you wished this could end differently, there was no time to ponder the fallen. With Toruk easily overpowering the rotocrafts, you repeated the same motion – his claws clutching the metal of the vehicle to toss it toward another. As the two machines collided, the space was filled with yet another explosion, bits of metal raining down into the forest far below.
This wasn’t just a typical war, nor a service under a flag. Here, the enemy could shoot from every angle – above, below, from every side. With your eyes constantly scanning around, you pulled the trigger again and again, striking yet another rotocraft.
The glass on its front shattered into pieces as bullets reached the pilot – sending another bastard to his grave.
Time seemed to hold no weight now. Every second was filled with the threat of a bullet in your skull or another dead body piling up. You moved through the air, your scream mixing with the roar of Toruk. Each breath was harsh and quick, with the potential that it could be your last.
Another rotocraft. And another. Shots fired. Explosions erupted.
You could hear Tsu’tey’s screams. See Jake sending an arrow straight through the glass and chest of one of the pilots. The ruthless scream of Neytiri as she and her Ikran destroyed the engines of a Scorpion, sending it to its doom.
It was so easy to lose your mind in the seemingly endless chaos. None of the battles or gunfights you’d been through could prepare you for today.
Soon enough, they stopped relying solely on bullets. Missiles and rockets filled the sky, each striking and exploding in destructive bursts. Slowly but surely, they regained their advantage, taking down your people in the blink of an eye.
“___! ___, do you copy?!” Norm’s distressed voice barely cut through the mess of sounds, the comms crackling in your ear. “We’re falling back! We’re getting hammered!”
Despite the adrenaline surging through your system, your back was covered in cold sweat. Bad news. Very bad news. They were slaughtering your people out there. You cursed beneath your breath, your hand immediately rising to your necklace.
“Copy, get out of there as fast as possible!”
Just as you finished speaking, the Dragon-C1 flew in from behind the floating island right at front. With just enough time to sharply turn, it didn’t take long before they showered you with rockets. Navigating sharp turns between the roots connecting the floating islands, you felt each shockwave – the missiles barely missing, rocks and metal flying everywhere, the heat of explosions licking your skin.
You were ready to feel the shockwave rip through your body when the sound of machine guns cut through the noise behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, there she was: the savior in a rotocraft painted blue.
You smiled to yourself, taking this as a chance to lose the tail, before reaching for the comms.
“Trudy, I don’t know if I should confess my undying love to you or ask why the hell it took you so long.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Got stuck in traffic,” she replied nonchalantly. Even on this forsaken battlefield, her tone made you laugh. As her rotocraft twirled in the air, the shots she fired managed to scrape the surface of an unstoppable Dragon.
As you tried to focus on your own part, you noticed how she maneuvered between floating rocks and thick roots. Trudy knew her way in the sky, but unfortunately, Quaritch knew his way with weapons.
The tables turned in a matter of seconds. In the midst of the battle, no matter how many you destroyed or how many were shot, twice as many Na’vi would fall in return. You lost sight of Jake, Neytiri, and Tsu’tey. Norm hadn’t spoken a word since mentioning the need for regrouping.
“Rogue One is hit. I’m going in... Sorry, ___,” Trudy’s last words didn’t manage to reach your ears before her rotocraft was finally struck down by the Dragon’s missile, flames devouring it entirely.
“Tsu’tey! Brother, do you read? Tsu’tey!” No response. “Rogue one? Do you copy? Trudy?” No response. “Neytiri? Neytiri, can you hear me? Is your brother with you?” No response.
The adrenaline still hadn’t ebbed, but you felt the pounding of your heart in your ears. The sudden silence in the comms made your breathing quicken – almost to the point of hyperventilation. Not only in the comms – the sounds around you had significantly died out.
Of almost a thousand warriors, only a few hundred remained. The helicopters that still stayed in the air, along with the Dragon-C21, moved – heading back on course, straight toward the Tree of Souls.
Cursing through clenched teeth, you tightened your grip until it hurt. As you contemplated the chances of winning if you just charged straight at the enemy, Jake’s voice cut through the static.
“Ma ___!” The sound of distant gunfire, coupled with his breathless voice, made your body freeze. Not wanting to waste any second, you responded, finger on the comm button.
“My Ikran is dead,” he heaved. Your eyes widened in alarm, your hands starting to shake uncontrollably. “They’re very close. There are many.”
“Do not attack, you hear? Jake, under no circumstances, do not attack! Fall back now – get out of there! I’ll come for you. Just– tell me where you are!” Once again, the lack of response made your body tense. Not him. You were used to losing things and people, but Jake?
If you lost him, you might as well throw yourself under the bullets.
“Jake? Goddammit, answer me!” You knew he could hear you. You still heard those distant shots and his labored breathing. And as much as you loved him, you wished you could strangle him for his warrior pride.
“Jake!” You were screaming his name now. The silence at the other end made you anxious, but somehow... something suddenly shifted. From blood-freezing white noise, the silence morphed into something energized – like the calm before a storm.
A few seconds felt like years before you saw something. Figures, far away in the distance – countless, soaring through the air.
At first, you were confused. Another set of rotocrafts? Did Quaritch request support? How many did they have at the base?
Eventually, you realized – those weren’t rotocrafts.
“...___, Eywa has heard you...” Jake’s voice reached you through the comms.
Those weren’t rotocrafts. Those were wild Ikrans.
Your jaw dropped as thousands of wild animals surged into the battle. Ignoring you or any Na’vi in their way, hoards of them threw themselves at the machines around. Wild beasts soaring through the air, filling the sky with claws and screeches that made your skin crawl.
She’s helping. Eywa is really helping.
Suddenly, everything turned again – the gunfire of the Sky People barely managing to scare away the predators, since one fallen would be replaced by five more attacking.
The opportunity had been given – and you’d gladly accept it.
“Come on!” Toruk responded almost instantly – turning on his way, flying straight toward the Dragon’s position. Time was running out, as the only remaining machine was this forsaken flying fortress and the plane carrying all the explosives. Without overthinking, when you had the chance, you jumped off the Lenopteryx, dropping onto the top of the second one.
The remaining soldiers on a watchtower barely had time to react as you swiftly jumped over their heads, unloading your full magazine on them. As you kept running, steel cold beneath your bare feet, you grabbed a grenade – throwing it right between the crates of the engine.
You jumped back onto Toruk, with the view the explosion behind you, and next sight of the machine dropping in height – before smashing against the rocky arches and crashing to the ground. The explosion from it tore through the air so violently that even the Dragon-C21 momentarily lost its trajectory.
“Now it’s just us, fucker,” you hissed, already imagining Quaritch’s face in the cockpit. With a quick leap, you made your way toward the last obstacle. Repeating your previous motion, you jumped off Toruk’s back onto the top of the Dragon.
All you had left were four grenades – still not merciful enough for someone like Quaritch. Pulling all the pins, you threw them at the machine – but, to your bad luck, they must have noticed you.
Before you could grab onto anything, the machine suddenly turned aside, your feet slipping without your permission. Grabbing onto the first thing you could, you hung in the air off their rocket launcher, hundreds of feet above the ground. The sound of the boom from the explosion on the other side confirmed that at least one grenade had fulfilled its purpose.
Despite your unlucky position, you managed to stay upright. With effort and quick thinking, you managed to unlock one of the missiles – a perfect finishing strike for this mental junk.
Things happened quickly. You were able to semi-regain your footing, rocket in hand. Somehow, Quaritch poked his head out of the open hatch. He shot at you. Missed. You threw the rocket – the engine and propellers bursting into flames.
Wind whistled past your ears as you fell toward the forest below. Trying your best to angle yourself while falling wasn’t easy. As you reached the treetops, life flashed before your eyes. Branches, leaves and vines you encountered on the way didn’t make this fall comfortable – but they definitely saved you from instant death.
After managing to change your direction and using the massive leaves to slow your descent, you landed in a semi-safe way, dropping onto the ground. Your body was aching and exhausted – but alive. Looking, you watched as the Dragon twirl in the air before eventually falling to its doom on the hard ground.
Without a thought to spare, you took off running through the forest, ducking beneath vines and branches. The only thing in your mind was to find Jake.
Was he alive? If Ikrans covered the sky, what was happening on the ground?
Your lungs were burning, each breath straining your muscles even more. Even if every step made you wince, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Nothing could stop you – no human or beast, pain or flames. You had to make sure Jake was still out there, alive.
“Jake? Jake, you copy?” Your voice was breathless, fingers digging into the comms button. To your relief, you got an answer – but not through the talkie-walkie.
A distant scream, mixed with a very familiar roar and the whir of machinery, made you stop abruptly. Was Jake fighting? Who?
The only clear answer was obvious.
You instantly took a sharp turn. Quickly, you reached a small cliff overlooking an open space where your station and your real body were. Before the station stood Quaritch – still not dead, like a cockroach under a boot. He sat in the AMP suit, and in front of him was Jake, trapped underneath the now-dead Thanator, the animal’s blood dripping down the massive blade held by Quaritch.
You heard Jake struggling as you didn’t even spared a second to question how did he got in this situation. Desperately trying to free himself from under the weight of the beast, even as sunlight reflected off the blade of the knife.
“Give it up, Quaritch!” Your voice made the soldier stop in his tracks. He watched you descend from the cliff, jumping down onto the grass in front of the station. The AMP suit was already ready for attack – the Colonel’s scowl visible through the cracked glass of the suit.
Still panting, you knew words wouldn’t prevent what was about to happen. But talking might buy more time – and more time could help Jake get out of his predicament.
You looked back at Quaritch, brows furrowed as you spread your arms.
“It’s over. You’re done for. Can’t you see?”
The AMP suit swung the blade, fixing it in its grip.
“Nothing’s over while I’m breathing,” the Colonel’s voice rang through the suit’s speakers.
Your ears flattened, tail flicking. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Both of you moved simultaneously. With a roll on the ground, you snatched a piece of metal – using its weight and momentum to parry Quaritch’s blade with a loud ding of silver against silver.
The size difference was both your advantage and disadvantage – giving you a wider window of movement and reaction, but less force and strength against the suit’s swings. Quaritch aimed to kill – the force of his strikes pushing you back, each dodge or parry too close for comfort.
Trying to create some space, you ducked beneath a root just in time before the fists of the machine crushed the wood into splinters. You had to think fast; a delayed reaction could cost you your life. The Colonel wasn’t holding back anymore – smashing anything in his path or throwing his knife from side to side, trying to reach you.
Swinging what looked like a part of broken AMP weaponry, you managed to lock his blade between grids. The knife broke off its handle with a metallic screech, blade disappearing into the bushes.
Seeing an opening, you ducked at the sight of Quaritch throwing a punch. You damaged the first layer of his suit’s glass, then took a leap of faith – bouncing off the root behind you just to punch the blade through the glass. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to pierce Quaritch’s chest.
His reaction was almost immediate, but still too late – the robotic arms of the suit reached out to grab you. You had just enough time to jump off him onto the grass.
You watched as Quaritch grabbed a piece of metal, holding his breath before pulling it out from the front glass and tossing it your way. You ducked quickly enough for the piece to fly past and bounce off the side of the station where your real body was still inside.
You barely noticed the damage it had done to the station’s glass – the window now covered in a web of cracks. Urgently, you rolled on the ground to dodge yet another swing of the metal hand, the whirling of the suit barely audible over the thumping of your own heart.
You saw the AMP suit stop for a moment, then send the front glass flying out of its frame. Standing face-to-face with the real demon himself, you watched Quaritch put on the Exo-pack, now able to breathe normally again.
There he was. From now on, nothing separated you and Quaritch – you stood eye to eye. Even if your muscles ached and your head spun from adrenaline, you still pulled your knife – practically nothing in the face of the Colonel, still sitting inside that tactical machine.
Although, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to dig it right into his heart now and then.
Quaritch turned the AMP suit back on, engines whirling back to life. Holding eye contact, you heard him speak with that nerve-wracking confidence:
“...Hey, ___. How does it feel to betray your own race?”
In a show of said betrayal, you didn’t speak – just hissed at him, sharp canines bared and face twisted in anger.
Quaritch shook his head with a slowly growing smirk – a sign meaning only one thing: he had an idea.
“You seriously think you’re one of them?... Sorry, kid. Time to wake up.”
With that, the AMP suit moved – not at you, but toward the station.
Every sense in your body suddenly went on high alert. Rushing toward Quaritch, you saw him make a move – the AMP suit completely shattering the glass of the station’s window and smashed the wrong pod.
You felt the effects almost instantly. Even if the body of the Avatar could breathe Pandora’s air without issue, your human body couldn’t. The breach caused by the Colonel sucked all the oxygen out of the station, leaving your human body to slowly suffocate inside the second pod.
Your vision blurred – each cough and gasp in the pod felt like the loss of control in the Avatar. After getting on top of the AMP suit, in a flash of blind fury, you swung the blade at Quaritch, only to miss and dig it into the back of his seat.
Then, you felt a sharp pain as the Colonel grabbed you by the hair and threw you onto the ground. The table turned so suddenly it was almost laughable. Your body didn’t respond as you wanted – to the point of short loss of the connection between you and your Avatar at some point.
You didn’t know which was worse – slowly suffocating to death or doing so while Quaritch just stood and watched. You couldn’t move properly. Couldn’t breathe properly. The senses of your human body and the Avatar mixed all at once, your lungs fighting for the tiniest bit of air.
Miles knew what he was doing. The cold metal of the suit’s hand finally grabbed you, lifting you off the ground by the hair. A long, painful scream ripped out of your throat as your feet lost support of the ground – hanging helplessly in the Colonel’s grasp.
He pulled you in – face to face, inches separating the two of you. You could see your reflection in the see-through plastic of his mask, mingling with his ruthless gaze.
Even if the pain and the feeling of your lungs collapsing under their own weight was unbearable, it still wasn’t the worst part. It was the sudden wave of helplessness, the vision of the war that was about to be lost. And that you’ll die by Miles Quaritch’s hand.
Quaritch pulled out the knife still embedded in the cushions of his seat. Never breaking eye contact, he brought it up to your neck. The sharp edge had already grazed your skin and drawn blood – a signal and humiliation rolled into one death sentence:
Death from the blade of the people you betrayed humanity for.
Then, a rustle of grass behind you. A whistle of an arrow. And in the next second, a long, sharp head pierced Quaritch’s chest. The arrow went all the way through him, embedding itself in the back of his seat – the deep blue and green feathers you knew so well at its tip.
Miles let you go almost instantly – a painful groan and a breath cut short, the last things you heard from him.
Your body was too exhausted. You managed to catch one more whistle of the arrow before your vision turned black. The connection was cut.
Everything spun as you fully opened your eyes in the pond. Your forehead was sweaty, your body trembling as you mustered all your strength just to open the pod quickly turning into a metal coffin.
The Exo-Pack. It was right there, hidden behind the emergency sign, yet still so far away. You couldn’t just run for it. You couldn’t stand up and breathe normally again. The amount of Pandora air you’d inhaled was already taking its toll.
Keeping your whole weight on one arm, you reached the other for the mask. As you desperately tried to keep your mind awake, your own body betrayed you. You fell onto the glass-covered ground, pieces already digging into your back. Wiggling like a desperate animal, you fought with all your strength to sit up, to reach out, to grab it– only to watch it fall out of the case and roll just beyond your reach.
As your lungs heaved and vision blurred with each passing second, all you could do was wonder. Maybe it would have ended differently? How would it have gone if Evelyn were in your place?
The spots before your eyes made it clear – too little time, too much ambition. Feeling the last bits of strength leave you, you wondered if you’d see your sister again.
Then, you could breathe again.
You felt something – or someone – holding you. Shaking your body urgently, a massive blue hand pressed something onto your face – the Exo-Pack. With trembling hands, you sealed the mask, allowing oxygen to fill your lungs.
Your senses gradually calmed. Your gaze refocused. And there, before you, appeared a familiar face.
He hovered above you, paint smudged and dirty on his face. His lower lip was split, blood trailing down, but even that didn’t stop him from smiling. You were gasping, eyes fixed on him as your breathing slowly eased – sweet oxygen flooding into your system.
Now, a human and a Na’vi staring at each other. His eyes were glossy, expression just as tired as yours. From months spent in the Avatar, you were fully aware of the size difference between Na’vi and humans, but now, seeing it firsthand, made you hesitate.
He could crush you in seconds – and yet, he chose to hold you as carefully as possible, both hands wrapped around your body to keep you close.
Your fingers trembled as you reached out, resting your hand gently on his cheek. Feeling his skin beneath your real fingers for the first time made tears prick your eyes. The next blow was seeing him lean into your touch so affectionately.
Your breathing slowly stabilized as you simply watched him – thumb caressing his cheek as he nuzzled into your palm.
“... I See You,” he whispered so quietly you barely caught it over your own labored breathing. His yellow eyes, teary and focused solely on you, took in the sight – seeing you, the real you, for the first time without a shadow of disgust.
But as the mate he had grown to know and love so much it hurt.
With your body so heavy you could barely move, you smiled – so wide it made your eyes squint and your nose scrunch just a little.
You whispered back. Simple and quiet, almost lost among the echoes of all those who remained and those who were lost during today’s battle. Yet so loud in the face of countless days of freedom, the image of life building and coming back to its natural pace.
“Two weeks have passed. The Aliens went back to their dying world. Only a few were chosen to stay – the friends of the Clan who spilled their blood and sweat along the Na’vi during the fight. I’ll never forget the sight of their faces as they were escorted back to their ships. The eye contact between me and Parker as he said one thing.
“You know this isn’t over.”
Even if, the goal was simple. Stop them, no matter how many times they’d try to return.The time of the Great Sorrow was ending. With the threat of lurking danger gone, the Toruk Makto was no longer needed...
I Uh... I guess that’s going to be my last video log” you rubbed your face, but for the first time in last few months, it wasn’t because of the exhaustion.
It was because of nerves, excitement bubbling underneath your skin so strongly you barely could sit in one spot.
“Tonight is a big party and I’m certainly not planning to come back to this place” your chuckle was met with the silence of an empty Link Lab. Not a soul in sight and yet... it felt like someone was watching. Like a warm presence of someone familiar. For a short second, you allowed yourself to imagine it’s Evelyn.
“...I’ll guess I’ll be going. After all, it’d look kind of lame to be late on my own birthday, right?”
You smiled to the camera – the eye bags were gone. Not a trace of the exhaustion that used to cling to you for last few months. You reached to the button, and with a silly little wave you finished.
“This is ___ ___ heading out. End of the log”
The Na’vi say that life is borrowed. The energy that flows through everything that exists and breathes is just for a short period of time until we’d have to give it back.
It’s a gift no one asked for – but later it’s up to us how to put it into a good use.
Life isn’t just about being born, aging, and eventually dying. For some it’s a chore. For others a curse. With countless beings there’s countless interpretations of the word ‘living’
I could think of something uplifting or straigh out of the movie... but that would be rather cheap, wouldn't it? But if you really want to know my opinion... one of the points of living are dreams.
Because you never know when they could become a reality.
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