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Uprooted and Adjusted (Part 3)

Summary: After recovering from battle, Y/n has a choice to make. Return to her destroyed home or stay and make a new life.

Part 2 // Part 4 (coming soon)

The battle came to an end and everyone returned home.

Nearly everyone. I no longer had a home to return to. I was staying in a Marui, not far from Tsireya’s home, who I learned is the daughter of the Olo’eyktan and is the future Tsahik. Tonowari, Olo’eyktan of the Awa’Atlu tribe came to visit me regularly while I was on bedrest, as instructed by Ronal, his mate and Tsahik. He thanked me for being brave in the face of the demons and apologized for the damage done to my home.

I was instructed to rest for at least two days and that is exactly what I had done. I rested, only coming out to get food and get some time in the sun.

On my final day of rest, Tonowari once again came to my Marui to check in what I silently hoped was the final time. I appreciated his help, but I was a warrior back home. I did not need his help.

Tonowari had Ronal with him and they both sat with me while I weaved an intricately beaded chest piece since I had nothing better to do.

Ronal struggled to sit comfortably, her baby likely due and week now.

I bowed my head and looked at the leaders of this clan that had been so hospitable to me.

“Y’n,” Tonowari spoke, pulling my attention from my crafts. “I have gotten word back from your clan. There are very few of them left,” He breathed, pain obvious in his voice. I hung my head again as the dread built in my stomach once again. “They will be rebuilding, but I feel it only right to offer for you to stay here,” Tonowari looked in my eyes. I couldn’t help the tears that brimmed at my lids, not daring to slip out. “I cannot keep you here, but your Olo’eyktan says you are a mighty warrior and would thrive in our clan if you choose to stay.”

I stayed silent. I wanted to say no, to go back home and see for myself if my mother was truly gone, but I knew. If my Olo’eyktan was encouraging me to stay here it was because I had nothing to come back to.

“Thank you,” I looked at him. Ronal began to pick at my bandage, peeling it away from my skin. The wound was no more than a painful scab now. I turned back to Tonowari, “May I think about it?” I asked him.

“Of course,” He encouraged, giving me a soft smile. “Tonight we are going to have a celebration for our victory. We’ve sent our warriors back to Eywa and it is time we celebrate the lives we still have. You are welcome to join us. You can tell me your decision tomorrow.” He smiled softly and I nodded, looking down at the beaded piece in my hands.

“You should wear that piece you’ve worked so hard on,” He smiled at me. He was kind and encouraging, like a father I never knew. “It is a little formal,” I smiled at him, “Bright colored beads and a lot of shells,” I laughed.

“It is beautiful,” Ronal encouraged, “If you do not wear it, I may take it,” She teased, acting like she was going to snatch it from me. I laughed at her actions and looked at the piece. Maybe I will.

“I could always make you one,” I offered her. “If you can get me the beads of course,” I smiled and she only laughed

“I am Tsahik, I get as many beads as I wish.” She joked, gesturing to her chest piece she wore which was beautifully intricate. “You may be a good warrior, but I may steal you to make more of your beautiful art,” She smiled as her hands played with my hair.

“Whatever you choose to do, you will be of great use to our clan,” Tonowari interrupted. “However, with our foreigners, you may need to learn some of their language.” He warned me. I frowned at the idea of learning the demon language, but tried not to make my disdain obvious.

“Tonowari, may I ask what you expect from your warriors? Every clan is different,” I explained.

“Well our village has never been one for war until now. Our warriors mainly keep watch and help with fishing,” He explained. “We aren’t ones for war, but we do stay prepared to protect our people.” I nodded.

“Could I not create beadwork in my free time?” I asked, smiling teasingly at Ronal.

She laughed, “I guess it is possible.”

We all smiled and I couldn’t help but appreciate just how at home I felt with them and I haven’t even visited the village yet. “Tonowari, I think I will stay if it is okay. I feel more at home here than I ever did in my village,” I explained to him.

He nodded and gave me an approving smile. “How about I make your first mission keeping an eye on those Sully boys. They seem to keep getting into trouble. Along with my son, Ao’nung. If you can keep them out of trouble for the night we will call it even,” He teased.

I smiled and nodded, “Shouldn’t be too hard, sir.”

Tonowari laughed, “You would be surprised.” He warned before standing up. I hadn’t even noticed how Ronal had begun fixing my hair that had gotten messed up in battle. She hummed as she began undoing and redoing some of the braids. By the time she had finished she had two main braids on each side of my head that met in the middle at my Queue which of course braided down. The rest of it hung down, the natural curls flowing freely. I smiled at her finished product.

Tonowari had left to do Olo’eyktan duties a bit ago and Ronal sat in comfortable silence.

“I thought you may want your hair to look nice,” She explained, “Who knows, maybe you will meet your future muntxa.” She teased.

I laughed and shook my head, “Do not be silly,” I felt my face heat up at the idea.

“What?” She laughed, as if I were crazy, “You’re a beautiful young woman. Older than my daughter and she already shows interest in boys like that Lo’ak,” She sighed and I could tell she was unsure.

I smiled at her, “Eywa will guide her. Tsireya is a smart girl, she will make good choices even if we do not see them,” I assured her. Ronal sighed, knowing I was right, but not wanting to admit it.

“The celebration will take place after dark, we will feast and dance and I better see you in that top.” She gave on final tease as she stood up, walking out of my Marui.

I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I looked down, knowing I now had to make sure I finished this top.

I heard loud cheers from outside of my marui, knowing the celebration was starting. I smiled and put some final adjustments on my chest piece. It anchored itself around my neck, and hung down over my chest, strings of beads woven together, some strings hanging down and weaving back up into the top, making it drape beautifully. The back supported itself with two strings crossing each other and meeting at the piece that wrapped around the back of my neck. Shells small and large decorated the piece. I’d even had time to add some beads around my waist where my loincloth sat so everything would match nicely.

I peeked out of my Marui and looked around until I spotted several bonfires in the distance. The smell of food wafting in the air. They must’ve hunted for hours the past several days to prepare for a feast such as this.

After a few deep breaths, I wandered over to the celebration. In the distance I could see Tsireya helping with setting out the food.

I walked over and began helping her, it took a moment before she noticed me there and gasped. I jumped at her sudden gasp, looking at her to see what may have hurt her.

“Oh great mother, Y/n, you look beautiful!” She cheered at me, admiring my hair and chest piece.

A girl nearby looked up out of curiosity. I noticed her resemblance to the rest of the Sully family and smiled at her. I hadn’t the chance to introduce myself to all or any of them so I smiled at her. “I am Y/n,” I introduced, “Spider told me all about the Sully family. You must be Kiri? He speaks fondly of you,” I lifted my hand to my forehead to give her a polite, “Oel Ngati kameie.”

Kiri smiled fondly at me, “It is nice to meet you, Y/n. I hear you are the new clan member, maybe my family can stop being seen as the newcomers.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t help but feel our different backgrounds may affect that idea” I tried to joke. She thankfully laughed, not taking my lighthearted comment in a bad way. Thank Eywa.

“Well it is nice to meet you. Maybe you can show me how you make such beautiful beadwork sometime,” She smiled and I couldn’t help the heat that I felt rising in my cheeks.

Once Kiri walked away, I turned to Tsireya and nodded my head, “I never thanked you for treating my wound. I am indebted to you,” I smiled, bowing my head.

Tsireya shook her head, “No, no. Do not worry about it. It was no big deal. I am just happy you are doing better,” She smiled and I nodded slowly.

After we finished setting up the massive feast, Tsireya managed to get her attention drawn away by one of the Sully boys, Lo’ak. I couldn’t help my laugh, watching them dance for a little while before spotting Tonowari a bit away chatting with someone. I smiled and wandered over, seeing Ronal not far away also talking. As I got closer I was able to see figures they were talking to. Jake Sully, Neytiri, and their oldest son, Neteyam.

Neteyam had a bandage still around his torso. He probably still had a little longer to head since his wound was worse than mine.

When I approached, I bowed my head to the Sullys, “Oel Ngati kameie,” I looked at them. Each of them responded back to me with kind smiles.

Tonowari gave me a proud smile and placed a hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t hide my grimace as he had squeezed my injured shoulder, but quickly masked it with a polite smile. Ronal happened to notice and swatted Tonowari’s hand.

Tonowari, realizing his mistake, lifted his hand and gave me an apologetic look before going back to his conversation. “Y/n is going to be joining our tribe,” He told the Sullys, leaning in to speak lowly to Jake. I was still able to pick it up and I’m sure everyone else could as well. “I told her to keep an eye on our boys tonight since they always seem to be getting in trouble,” He jokes. Jake laughed at the comment, but I noticed Neteyam’s frustration at the comment. I looked over at him and tilted my head with curiosity while I inspected the brightly colored Na’vi. His colors were much bolder than those of us from Metkayina. His arms are thinner, same for his tail. My gaze traveled down his arms and inspected his hands. It wasn’t long before I realized he had four fingers rather than three. My heart felt like it stopped and a  soft gasp escaped me before I could stop it. Everyone looked at me with confusion since I was obviously fine.

“Demon blood,” I whispered, squinting at Neteyam’s hands which he held out upon realizing my gaze.

“It is okay,” Jake’s voice rang calmingly. He held his hand out for me to see. He also had the same amount of fingers. “I was once a dreamwalker, but Eywa blessed me and I adapted,” He explained calmly.

I nodded slowly and looked at Neteyam who still had his hand out. I hesitantly grabbed his hand and examined it. I heard the men chuckle at my curiosity. I eventually held my hand and Neteyam’s up against each other to look at exactly how different they were. Other than the obvious size difference and extra finger, our hands were the same. Same feeling, same texture, same creases.

My gaze flicked over to Neteyam’s and his eyes met mine for a moment before he looked away, seeming embarrassed.

“How about you kids go have fun?” Jake encouraged, ruffling his son’s hair, “Go dance or something.”

“Dad, I cannot dance like them,” He whispered, embarrassed.

I smiled at him and closed my hand around Neteyam’s, “I will show you, come!” I encouraged and pulled him towards the fire where people were dancing.

When we had a clear space away from others, I turned back to look at him.

“I do not know how forest Na’vi dances, but here, our dances are smooth, flowing like the water. Yes, sometimes the sea can be swift and dramatic, but it is still always graceful in a way,” I explained, dancing to the faint mosaic that played over the crackling of the fire.

Neteyam watches me closely as I sway my arms and body with the music. “Other than that there are no rules as long as you are enjoying yourself,” I explained as I grabbed Neteyams arms to get him moving.

“Back home our dancing is much more energetic,” He explained and I smiled.

I watched him as he stiffly danced to the music, holding large amounts of tension in his shoulders. I laughed and placed my hands on his shoulders, forcing them to relax a little. “You look more like a twig bending in the wind. Be more relaxed. Aren’t I the one with the injured shoulder?” I joked at him.

Neteyam laughed, loosening up a bit while we continued dancing to the side where we were barely seen.

“How is the ocean treating you?” I asked, trying to find conversation with the boy who seemed so different.

“It is hard, everything is so different, but I am able to adjust. My father says we will adapt to your ways.” He explained, I noticed the lack of hope he had in his eyes. Almost fear, but not quite. He seemed too prideful for that, and in all honesty, I had faith in the boy I had only just met.

“I am sure you will. The son of the mighty Toruk Makto is bound to succeed in everything he tries, no?” I hummed, twirling while I managed to get lost in the music that was playing.

Neteyam laughed, “I guess that is the problem. I am not able to fail or I will disappoint my entire family. As if I don’t do that enough.” He seemed so defeated despite barely getting a chance to try.

“Do not say that, Neteyam. As the oldest son it is given that your parents hold you higher than anyone else. You aren’t disappointing them, they just want you to do well so much that sometimes they forget you will stumble a few times,” I told him and as if on queue, he stumbled from tripping over my foot that I’d accidentally stuck too far out. He nearly fell into the fire had I not caught him by the wrist and held him upright.

Neteyam gasped and let out a breathy laugh, “I think that is enough dancing for me.”

I tsked at his attitude and shook my head, “This is your problem, you stumble and think it is time to quit, instead we step away from the fire and continue,” I smiled and pulled him away from the large bonfire so we could keep dancing.

Neteyam begrudgingly listened to my words and I smiled, as he was able to pick up the dance. He moved smoothly and connected, like the ocean. “See?” I teased.

Neteyam gave me a teasing glare, “I suppose you do have a point, so when do I get to teach you something?” He wondered and although the question was rhetorical I hummed while I thought of something.

“Actually…” I started, “Maybe you could teach me the Sky people’s language?” I proposed and Neteyam seemed to think it over, but I could tell he was teasing his answer. “I supposed that is doable.”

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I’m gonna post the next part of my neteyam story tomorrow! I have a lot more works coming so I just wanted a day to rest!

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Uprooted and Adjusted (Part 2)

Summary: After being taken captive by the Sky Demons, Y/n tries to make acquaintances with the human boy named Spider. Eventually he helps her escape the deadly hands of the Sky Demons.

part 1 // Part 3

I was held at the top of the Demons’ ship. My hands were still bound, as I stood beside the human boy who I had come to learn his name is Spider.

He was not bound, but he explained to me that he couldn’t leave, how they would track him through his mask. He tried talking to me to take my mind off of the events happening out on the water. He told me stories about his friends, Toruk Makto’s children from the oldest to the youngest. The oldest, Neteyam, followed by Kiri, who is adopted, then Lo’ak who is Spider’s best friend, and Tuk who is the youngest. He told me how the Sully’s helped to raise him and teach him the Na’vi ways. They taught him how to hunt and speak Na’vi.

He continued telling me stories until we eventually felt the ship stop. We both turned out heads to the large windows to see Demon Na’vi flying on what Spider told me were ikran. Something the forest Na’vi rode to fly around. They held large net and landed on the deck of the ship. Spider gasped from beside me and whispered, “That’s Lo’ak.”

Before I had time to process his words, Spider took off running down the hall, fighting any of the men in his path.

With my bound wrists I knew I wouldn’t make it as far as he would, especially with the guard who already had an arm around me.

I watched out the window as I saw Spider approach the Na’vi on the deck. Two of them were a vibrant blue color while there was one who looked like me. She was Metkayina.

I studied them. If I had to guess, which I sort of do, the older boy must’ve been Lo’ak while the young one of the group must’ve been Tuk.

It wasn’t long before Spider was dragged back away from his friends and back up the stairs where we were both now being held in place to ensure no other escapes.

Spider and I watched closely as tsuraks came into view from a distance. They stopped a good ways away from the ship, stuck in a stand still.

It was a while before any movement was made. I watched carefully when a Forest Na’vi began to come forward, away from the army that was behind him. I could only guess him to be the one and only Jake Sully.

Everything was moving in slow motion as something broke free of the water, a massive Tulkun leaped onto the ship, shaking everything and everyone inside. I gasped and held onto Spider to keep the both of us steady. I gazed at the tulkun and recognized the creature with the missing fin.

“Payakan,” I spoke aloud. Spider looked at me with confusion, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the change, for once I could teach him something. “Payakan, he is an outcast Tulkun. All Tulkun stay together, but he is a killer of Na’vi so he is outcast,” I paused, watching as the massive Tulkun dove back into the water. “And here he is, saving us,” I laughed as I felt tears trying to drip from my eyes.

Spider smiled and looked up at the captains of the ship while they tried to do damage control. “Well we can’t let him be the only one,” Spider said when he suddenly grabbed a red metal object and hit the captain with it before smashing at the control panel. I grinned at him and followed his lead, grabbing the gun from the surprised demon beside me and hit him over the head with it and began smashing at the controls as well.

The ship began moving forward rapidly as Spider and I were grabbed. The Demons tried to get control of the ship back, but we were running into rocks and ramping over them before they could stop anything. Everyone was momentarily thrown into the air before we landed back into the water. I hit the ground roughly and dropped the weapons from my hand.

I heard the captains talking back and forth frantically, seeming panicked when suddenly everyone began to leave, Spider and I being dragged with them. I gave my newfound friend a panicked look and he gave me a sly grin. “We’re evacuating. This ship is going down,” He said triumphantly.

A grin spread across my face as we both were guided down the stairs to get what the demons were calling ‘lifeboats’.

I simply followed along, knowing when we got to the water, I would be able to escape. The men kept seemingly nagging at Spider who kept pushing them the same as they pushed us. I silently wished I could react that way without a weapon being pointed at me.

We walked for what felt like ages and I felt so lost from all the twists and turns. The ship abruptly began to shake which made me stumble. One of the demons grabbed my braid to keep me from getting far to which I hissed at, bearing my fangs.

At that moment, the man was suddenly on the ground. A blur of vibrant blue being my only warning before I was pulled by my wrists away from the demons.

I realized what was happening and quickly reached down to grab a knife off of the demon on the ground. I was yanked away and behind a wall where we took cover from the deadly bullets.

A swift cut of the blade I had freed my wrist and suddenly I felt like a feral animal again. I could once again fight and defend myself. I took a second to recognize the two Forest Na’vi. I was not sure who was who, but I knew they were Neteyam and Lo’ak.

The younger of the two boys used a gun he had snagged to shoot at the demons who were now trying to kill us. He was younger so I had to guess he was Neteyam? Or was it Lo’ak who was the younger one? There was so much information to remember.

“Lo’ak,” The older boy scolded, pulling him into safety. Ah, so I had it backwards.

Neteyam Pointed towards the pool in the deck which we could easily swim away through. Which would be the sane idea.

I so badly craved the blood of these monsters, but I couldn’t do it with other lives at risk. I pushed Spider and Lo’ak towards the pool as they took off running for it and looked back at Neteyam who was trying to ward away the demons. I pulled at his arm towards  our escape and only when the bullets began flying and his gun was empty did he duck back behind the wall.

“Come, we must go,” I insisted as he nodded and made his way to the water. I took the gun from him and threw it with all my might at the closest demon. I hit it square in the head and cheered in triumph as I saw it fall to the ground.

My triumph was short-lived when I was pulled into the water by a strong arm. Bullets whizzed into the water with us and I felt a painful burn in my shoulder and looked down to see blood mixing into the water.

Neteyam grabbed me and we both began to swim away to safety after Spider and Lo’ak.

When we surfaced, Lo’ak and Spider were cheering and celebrating their escape. I looked over at Neteyam whose face was scrunched in pain. I dipped my head under the water to see his hand held against his abdomen where blood was spreading into the water. I lifted my head just in time to hear the words from Neteyam as he grabbed my arm. He looked worried, and spoke to his brother words I didn’t understand.

Lo’ak swam over and I looked from him to Neteyam, “You are hit,” I said, reaching for his arm that held his wound. He tried to maneuver away from my touch, but I was able to grab him and feel for the wound. I was able to quickly realize how deep it was and he was unable to hide his pain when I began to put pressure on it.

A Metkayina woman joined us, she rode on an ilu as Lo’ak and she began to work together getting Neteyam onto the ilu. Lo’ak offered to help me up, but I simply took hold of the ilu’s fin with my uninjured arm and rode along while we got to land.

Once we made it to a decent sized rock everyone worked together to help Neteyam up to rest. “Guys I am fine, please.” he tried to calm everyone, only wincing at his own words. Once onto land I began to look and care for my shoulder. I couldn’t stop the guild that crept from my stomach to my chest as I remembered my betrayal. I hurt this family in front of me by leading the demons to them, I almost got one of them killed because I was weak.

The Metkayina woman began to work at his wound, trying to help ease his pain. I could tell by the way she worked that she had worked with a Tsahik before and was doing well at helping him. An Older forest Na’vi man joined them and helped, keeping Neteyam’s attention away from the pain that I could only experience from his cries.

I watched closely as they fished the bullet out of him before patching up his wound. Neteyam’s cries slowly died down as all that was left was his heavy breathing.

“He will be okay, but he must get away from battle,” The girl explained to the older man that I guessed to be Jake Sully.

One of the ikrans appeared out of nowhere as a woman leaped off of it, “Neteyam!” She cried, leaning down beside who I could only assume to be her son. She kneeled behind him and I heard her mutter soft prayers to the great mother, thanking Eywa for his life being intact.

The Metkayina girl stood and approached me. She seemed to watch me like I was a feral animal that would attack at any moment. She kneeled beside me and inspected my shoulder while the family discussed the recent events and how this all happened. She put pressure on it, triggering a hiss from me.

“I am Tsireya. What is your name?” She tried to ask, attempting to take my mind off of the pain she was causing me.

“Y/n,” I told her before letting out a cry of pain as I felt her dig into my shoulder, trying to pull the bullet out. I felt dramatic when I noticed the family looking over at me. I quickly looked away, trying to keep from making eye contact.

“She’s from one of the clans,” I heard Spider tell them, “They took her captive so she’d guide them to you.”

Jake Sully stood and walked over to me, kneeling beside me. Without another thought, I bowed in front of him, wincing in pain when Tsireya’s hand slipped due to my movement. He began speaking to me in the demon language and I looked at him with no understanding.

“She only speaks Na’vi, Jake.” Spider laughed at the older man’s attempts.

Jake shook his head at himself and looked at me, “You do not have to bow to me, kid,” He told me. I gave him a wary look, “But you are Toruk Makto,” I told him. “I betrayed you and hurt your family by telling the demons your location. I am very sorry,” I could not help the cracks in my voice as my words fell.

A hand fell on my head. It was oddly soothing, “And how many of your family died to protect mine?” He asked me. He didn’t need an answer. He already knew. “Thank you.” He told me, bowing his own head.

The moment was short lived when Tsireya ripped the bullet from my shoulder, a scream coming with it. Jake quickly applied pressure to my wound while Tsireya disposed of the bullet and began to wrap it to stop the bleeding.

Jake’s kind demeanor changed suddenly as he turned to his sons. “Where are your sisters?” He demanded. They both looked at each other, looking lost.

“She’s at the moon pool, they have her,” Tsireya responded to him, “We didn’t have time to turn back for them.”

Jake looked at his mate, they had a silent conversation with one another as they both stood. “You kids stay here. We’re going to get your sisters,” He paused, looking at Spider, “I need you to show me where this moonpool is.”

Spider nodded, “Yes, sir,” he responded while they all split off.

Not long after they took off, Lo’ak stood up, “You guys stay here. I’m going to help my dad.”

Tsireya tried to stop him, but it was no use. We watched as he swam off to help. I looked a Tsireya, who looked at me obviously worried. I looked over at Neteyam who was still inhaling deep breaths, I moved over towards him. His eyes were half lidded and I bowed my head at him. “Thank you for saving my life,” I told him and he laughed weakly.

“It is no problem. I am used to it by now,” He breathed out. I smiled and looked over at the massive ship as it began to sink, praying to Eywa that everything would end okay.

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Uprooted an Adjusted: Part One

Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader 

This story is/will be a more long term story because I can't write short stories but I will try to post quickly

Summary: Colonel Quaritch is impatient, rather than continuing to uselessly interrogate the Island Na’vi who are starting to fight back, he decides to take one aboard his ship to guide him to Jake Sully.

Part 2

It was a peaceful day when the sky demons attacked. We had been warned of their attacks, of their brutal destruction. They were searching for a man named Jake Sully. Formerly known as Toruk Makto. He was currently seeking safety with the Awa’Atlu Clan. We were asked not to say where he was located as he only wanted peace. Part of me boiled that while he seeked peace others were being brought war because of this Jake Sully.

The killer sky people came and they took. They questioned looking for the man ‘Jake Sully’. We couldn’t understand many of their words, but many of us recognized the former warrior Toruk Makto. I knew I did. My father died fighting with him. Last I heard we had banished these Sky Demons but, of course, they came back like the demonic plague that they were. This time they disguised themselves like us. Well, not like us from the islands, but like Na’vi. Their leader looked similar to the forest Na’vi, tall, skinny, and a darker brighter shade of blue. He was likely one of those demons who inhabit an avatar body while they sleep.

There was a young human boy who seemed to speak our language and translate as they tried questioning our people. We weren’t the first tribe they invaded, and from what we were hearing each attack was worse than the next. Our homes were blazing behind us as each of us had weapons pointed in our direction. A gun was pointed at both our Olo’eyktan and Tsahik as they were yelled at by The Sky Demon Leader.

After a lot of yelling back and forth and translating from the Na’vi speaking boy, the Demons were getting impatient from our lack of knowledge. Suddenly, the tall leader spoke some unknown words and our Tsahik was shoved face into the ground with one of the deadly weapons shoved into the back of her head. The young boy began screaming and crying and with a loud bang our beautiful Tsahik’s body went limp.

Chaos broke loose as our Clan tried to escape and protect themselves and their families.

I let out a war cry as I turned to my captor who was distracted by the others who were trying to break loose. His grip on my Queue came loose enough for me to turn and bite him with all my might. Once he released me, I took off towards this leader of these Sky Demons. Luckily, I was not  far away as I pulled my blade from its sheath at my side and leaped at the demon.

I did not get far as a fiery jolt was sent through my entire body. It burned and every nerve seemed to go stiff as I cried at the pain. My body hit the sand and just when I thought it was over I was stung again by the powerful, painful jolts.

My vision blurred and I could not make out any sound but muffled cries from my people, my family. My eyelids felt heavy and although I fought the exhaustion that took over my body, I could not stop its effects as my consciousness left me.

I awoke in an all metal room. The floor was hard and so was the seat I was in. I stood to free myself when I found resistance from my own hands. I found they were bound to the table I had been laid against and began pulling at my restraints.

I stopped when the noise came from behind me and I looked up to see a reflection of the human boy. I hissed and jumped onto the table, turning to the demon boy.

The demon held his hand up in surrender, but I refused to back down.

“I do not want to bring you harm,” he tried to defend himself. His Na’vi was skilled, not awful like the other men who looked more like Na’vi. I did not believe his deceitful words for a second, though, and hissed once again, bearing my sharp teeth at him. He bared his teeth back at me and I couldn’t help but feel impressed by his stance. Almost like he was raised by Na’vi himself.

I examined him further and noticed the faded blue stripes painted on him, he seemed so much like us, but a completely different species.

“These men want to know where Jake Sully is. He is a friend of mine, but their enemy. They think you can guide them to him,” The boy explained to me, “I do not want to help them, but in order to stay alive we must give them what they want.”

“I will give these Demons nothing. I will not betray my people,” I seethed at the boy, “If you are truly friend of Jake Sully you would not help either.”

“I’m only a translator. I am trying to convince them not to hurt more people, but I can only do so much. Please, if you just tell me a direction I can convince them to let you live.” He begged and I scowled at the boy. He had a good reason but not enough for me to help.

“What did they do to my clan?” I asked the boy, my heart filling with dread at the endless possibilities.

The boy was silent. His nonexistent answer, telling me all that I needed to know. “If my family dies for this Jake Sully, let me die with them,” I seethed, sitting on the cool metal table, my arms placed between my legs.

The boy bowed his head and stepped out of the room and as soon as the door closed behind him I began chewing at my bindings, trying to get them loose.

After a bit of my chewing and pulling at my restraints, the door opened again. I looked up to see more of the Demon-Blooded Na’vi in their ugly clothing. My wrists were freed and before I could act they were bound again by the demons.

I hissed as I was pulled off of the table and all but dragged out of the room. A cool metal was pressed to my temple as we walked. Well, they walked, I was pulled.

When we arrived at our destination, I felt as if my heart was ripped from my chest. I saw a beautiful Tulkun, killed by these sky demons. She was being pushed off of the ship to be left back into the water. I felt my legs go weak at the sight. One of our mighty sisters murdered.

“How many must die,” I whispered, a soft sob escaping me as I looked into the lifeless eyes of the beautiful Tulkun floating in the water. I sobbed harder when I saw a young calf swim up beside her and nudge her, looking for his mother to move, make a sound, anything. I stupidly wished she would make any noise as well.

The familiar cool metal was pushed into my temple once again which only made more of my tears fall. The large Demon Na’vi who seemed in charge approached. “Tell us where Jake Sully is or more die,” I was able to barely understand the monster.

“You talk like a baby. A demon baby,” I seethed out as I choked back my sobs. The weapon was pressed harder into my skull as I felt my sensitive Queue get pulled.

“Please just tell them,” I looked over at the familiar voice through my blurry vision. The Demon boy looked so sad, almost like he understood my pain, or tried to.

My lip quivered at the thought of more Tulkun dying. My head fell in defeat. “He is hidden in the Awa’Atlu Clan. East.” I spoke softly.

I listened as the human boy translated my words and the metal was removed from my temple. My body wracked with more sobs as I knew this would just lead to just a much death, but hopefully this death would have an end.

Hopefully the mighty Toruk Makto would defeat these monsters.