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*| Chapter 3 /\ " Are we there yet? " |*

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Italic Bold - Thoughts, 'silent' speaking.
Bold - Na'vi terms
Italics - Emphasis

Y/N - Your (Na'vi) name.
Y/NN - Your (Na'vi) nickname.

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/\ POV - NO ONE /\

The walk back home had been painful, and not just for Y/N. Jake was carrying Tuk, Neteyam and Lo'ak were on each of Y/N's sides, and Neytiri was practically dragging Kiri back up. Her cries were non-stop, and she kept trying to run back down.

When it got unbearable, Y/N turned, walking back down towards her, and pulled her into a tight hug. They sat there for a moment, Kiri sobbing into the nook of Y/N's neck. Neytiri smiled down at her daughters, sadness filling her eyes. She continued up back towards Jake and Tuk, leaving the two sets of twins to themselves. Once Kiri had calmed herself to small sobs, and the occasional hiccup, the four resumed the walk.

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Jake and Neytiri were in their tent, arguing about something. The five siblings were sitting round one of the outside walls, Y/N between Neteyam and Lo'ak, and whilst the latter was resting his head on Y/N's legs, almost asleep, Neteyam was alert as anything, smoothing out bandages across her chest. She was more comfortable with Neteyam doing it that the other healers, though she wasn't looking forwards to explaining exactly what had happened. Tuk too was lying down, except she was on top of Lo'ak. It looked like she was about to nod off.

Kiri was on her stomach, ears angled to the gaps in the tent. She was listening I intently, and we knew when things were sounding bad.

In a flash, Kiri sat up, arms shaking.

" Hey hey- Kiri. What's wrong? "

Neteyam pulled Kiri close to them, and she took a deep breath.

" We're leaving.. "

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Jake was no longer the Olo'eykatan, and the ceremony for the Sully's departure was full of sorrow. Mo'at stood beneath the Great Tree, eyes watching her family leave. Neytiri kept her gaze on the ground, eyes welding with tears as her clan called for her. Their voices were pained as the watched Toruk Makto and his family leave, for the Sully's had guided the clan with compassion. Y/N kept a hold of Kiri, Tuk was in her fathers arms, and the two brothers were leaning against each other. This was the last time they'd see their home, their friends, their clan.

The forest seemed to wail as they left, and Y/N glanced back once, whispering a last goodbye to the jungle.

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The flight was long, and the pain in Y/N's torso was only increasing. She kept herself wrapped in the Recom jacket, probably warmer than the rest of her family.

It was so dangerous to nod off in the saddle, that twice did Neteyam and Y/N ride with each other. One would fly, the other would sleep behind. It was nice to be able to rest, and Y/N couldn't imagine how the rest of the Sullys were fairing.

The amount of storms that sent them spinning across the sky made Y/N wonder if they'd ever make it. It was evident that everyone felt the same - tired, hungry, and wet. Very wet. There was never a lack of rain, and the family avoided diving down for water. Lo'ak had taken a swig of the ocean water, and had been vomiting for a good hour afterwards. Neteyam was perkier when Lo'ak was ill, and kept a smile the whole time.