Avatar : Reborn In The Way Of Water

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Black. Black was all she could see, there was nothing else.

A woman's cry could be heard. Pain and loss was what that cry conveyed.

Ìsyai didn't have a good feeling about this. She followed the sound as it was the only thing she could do.

She found herself in front of a sad scene: four people were in the sea on their tsurak.

Two forest Na'vi and two metkayina ones.

Three of them with sad faces were distant from the metkayina woman who was mourning.

Ìsyai could not see for whom she was mourning, as in that nightmare she could not move but only observe.

The woman's cries were so heartbreaking that even Ìsyai shed a tear.

But what shocked Ìsyai was the identity of that woman: she was the Tsahìk.

In all her life she never saw that woman cry, she was always tough, strong and harsh;

What on earth could have broken her so much that she was so vulnerable? How much pain must it have been in to scream and cry like that?

Ìsyai didn't know the answer but she started to get scared.

The scenery changed.

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Screams and flames spread everywhere.

Screams so loud that make your ears bleed and so painful that make your heart break .

A sickening smell hung in the air, the smell of death.

On the sinking ship, a forest Na'vi was holding up his dying lover while an avatar soldier approached pointing his machine gun at them with an evil smirk.

The forest Na'vi had lost an arm and was badly injured; painful was his every movement, his every gasp.

The lover in his arms was bleeding profusely ; numerous holes and wounds covered her body and by now her eyes that were once lively and expressive, had almost completely lost their light.

Ìsyai died inside when she recognized the two: they were Neteyam and her sister Hìkmoe.

The soldier got closer and closer to the dying couple, aiming his weapon at the head of the deep blue Na'vi, waiting a couple of seconds before shooting; as if savoring the moment that the decisive eyes of the male teen would have gone out forever, taking away with them that air of defiance and that strength that the teen had until the end.

Ìsyai tried again to stop the scene, screaming, trying to move, but nothing, she was unable to do anything.

The trigger was pulled and more lives were taken.

But while Ìsyai's heart was breaking once again, a voice creeped her out.

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