Upon the Metkayina Clan giving his family sanctuary, and now living under Awa'atlu, Neteyam didn't foresee himself to be holding secrets.
As the eldest brother, all he wanted was to protect and follow his father, Jake Sully's (Toruk Makto) footstep...
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War had reached quickly. Awa'atlu was frightened having heard that their Tulkuns were terrorized and wounded with flammable blades. The island was on immediate vigilance.
Neteyam followed behind Lo'ak and spun him brusquely by the shoulder. "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice a quiet growl.
"I have to warn Payakan," Lo'ak said. "He's my brother."
"No, I'm your brother," Neteyam declared, gritting his teeth. He's always been envious of Lo'ak's Tulkun, but it's something he'll never admit.
"He's better than you," Lo'ak shoved him.
"Right," Neteyam nodded, clenching his chin. He swayed his head with incredulity, hair swaying with the whooshing winds. "You're not thinking straight, Lo'ak. You're putting yourself and everyone else in danger—"
"Aren't we already in danger?" Lo'ak huffed.
"Lo'ak—"
"No! You mean why can't I stay here and be the perfect son like you? Payakan is my brother! One that makes me feel like I'm worthy," Lo'ak snarled. He glared at Neteyam as he backed away into his awaiting Ilu, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I'm going," He asserted, diving into the water.
Neteyam pinched his nose with frustration, grumbling. He had no choice but to alert others and follow his troublemaker of a brother.
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The whole crew; his siblings, Rotxo, Ao'nung, and Tsireya had tailed along with Neteyam beyond the Reef. They hadn't known that the whole island was already involved, setting out to look for them.
They found themselves pulling at what seemed to be a high-tech beeping weapon that rammed into the Tulkun Payakan's fin. Lo'ak pulled and pulled, desperate to get rid of it. Out from afar, he could see helicopters and a boat heading toward them. He grew worried, yelling at everyone to pull harder. The sky people, He had thought, his breath heaving as his blood ran cold.
Neteyam noticed them too. Without many options and with urgency, he wrapped his rope around his Ilu and the ticking weapon. He hopped on his Ilu and demanded it to go. Ao'nung and Tsireya were kicking at the weapon, trying to loosen it.
Tsireya heaved, her wide blue eyes staring at the helicopters now above them. They dropped weapons that seemed like the same parachute one that was buried into all Tulkuns. The whole sea rippled, tossing everyone out of coordination—the roar of waves and the cries of Tulkuns—It was horrid to the ears.
"C'mon pull!" Lo'ak yelled, his cries distant. Neteyam's Ilu pulled as hard as it could, wailing.
Payakan cried, arching, as the weapon tore from his fin and into the sea. Lo'ak was almost alleviated.
