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          "HELLO FAYLEA, i've got your son

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"HELLO FAYLEA, i've got your son." Åstelieha walked into Rotxo's mauri, being met with his mother who sent a smile to the girl but it soon disappeared as she seen the boys faces.

"What did you boys do now?" Faylea sighed as she made her way over to her son, examining his face and boy looking for other cuts.

"Mom i'm fine I promise." Faylea raised her eyebrows at the boy has she put light pressure on one of his cuts.

He hissed slightly, his whole body turning tense, "Go sit down." Faylea ushered her son to go sit down, following after him as she turned back to look at Åstelieha.

"Thank you, Telie." Åstelieha smiled at the nickname, Rotxo used to call her it when she was younger as the boy had trouble pronouncing her name. Rotxo still sometimes called her it, but not as often as Faylea.

Åstelieha dragged Aonung along with her out of Rotxo's mauri, the boy slapping her hand away as they began walking to their mauri. "Do I have to tell them what happened?" Aonung whines to his sister who rolled her eyes, although she knew she would have a reaction just like his if she had to admit anything to their mother and father.

"Yes. Tell them how you was picking on the Sully's and tell them about the fight." Aonung let out a groan of annoyance as they entered their mauri immediately being met with Tsireya, Ronal and Tonowari. Aonung stopped in his tracks, staying quiet. "Aonung." Åstelieha mumbled to her brother, beginning to get impatient.

"What have you done?" Ronal questioned her son, she could sense he had done something. A gasp escaped Tsireya as Tonowari and Ronal's expressions dropped when the boy lifted his head up. "Who did this to you, Aonung?" Ronal demanded an answer, standing up and walking over to her son and examining him.

"The forest freaks." He grumbled. Anger clouded Ronal's mind as she went to exit the mauri but was stopped as Åstelieha grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving."Aonung did also play a part in it, mother." Åstelieha dropped her mothers arm as the older woman turned towards her son, everyone in the hut waiting for him to speak.

"Kiri was being a freak. She was purely staring at sand and I asked if she was a freak. We was only messing with her but Lo'ak took it seriously and punched me. Rotxo, Wrak and Senukã got involved and so did Neteyam." He grumbled out as a disappointed look appeared on Ronal's face. "Aonung, we raised you better than this. Go and apologise now." Tonowari spoke, standing beside Ronal as Aonung broke eye contact with his mother.

"Now!" Ronal shouted, not being able to control her anger any longer. "Mother, he's bleeding." Åstelieha softly spoke, guilt drowning inside of her.

If she hadn't of forced her twin brother to admit his wrongs, he wouldn't be facing this treatment from their parents. "Go clean yourself up. We will talk about this later." Ronal walked out the hut with Tonowari following closely behind.

"Aonung i'm sorry I didn't think they would re—" Aonung stopped in front of his twin sister, anger present on his face. "No Åstelieha you do not get to say that! Why are you like this? You are always against me! You only care about yourself and being a good person, well guess what, i'm not you! I'm not a good person!" He shouted, barging past the girl.

"He didn't mean that—" Tsireya immediately attempted to comfort her sister, resting a hand on the girls shoulder. "He did, and I don't have a right to be upset about it because it's true." Åstelieha walked out of the mauri, making her way to more quiet area of the beach.

But she didn't get very far in her own as Neteyam joined her side, the pair walking in a comfortable silence."Are you okay?" He softly asked the girl, who looked as though she was on the verge of tears.

"Me and Aonung had an argument, it's nothing big." She responded as they slowly walked along the sand. Åstelieha looked up at the boy, a small frown forming on her face at his busted lip and slightly bruised eye. "I am sorry about my brother, he just isn't used to you guys that's all it truly is. He thinks you are a threat." A small smile formed on Neteyam's face. It seemed she apologised on behalf of her brother often.

"You know, I really thought your brother was going to do a magic trick." A laugh escaped Neteyam as he lightly kicked the sand. "So did I."

"I must say, your brother and his friends are intimidating until you shout at them." A smirk formed on the girls face as walked into the water with Neteyam trailing behind. "What can I say, i'm a scary person." She laughed and Neteyam's stomach swarmed with butterflies, a smile forming on his lips. Åstelieha called for two ilu's, beckoning for the boy to get on the one beside her.

"When I get mad, or upset, I simply call an ilu and swim around. It's something little but it makes me happy." She voiced. She wasn't sure why she was telling him this, a pointless fact about herself. But in Neteyam's mind, he would listen to millions of pointless facts about the girl if it meant he could spend more time with her.

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The pair spent the following hour chasing each other on their ilu's, their faces aching from smiling so much. But the mood soon changed as Åstelieha noticed her twin brother spending in her direction with Rotxo following close behind.

"One moment." She mumbled to Neteyam who nodded, watching as the girl met with her brother. "We did something bad. Really bad." He admitted to his sister who raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to respond.

"We took Lo'ak outside the reef and left him there."

M speaks !

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M speaks !

i'm going to watch ATWOW tomorrow
in 3D im so excited!!

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