OC x Neteyam story
"Oel ngati kameie, ma Tarya."
"Oel ngati kameie, ma Neteyam."
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"If you fight, you don't fight alone. Nìsoaia."
"Nìsoaia, Tarya. T...
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THE HALLELUJAH MOUNTAINS 2170: AFTERNOON
The breeze may have provided a slight chill to their skin, but the sun blessed them with much warmth as they flew through the mountains, surveying the ground below.
Tarya never forgot how beautiful her home was, yet the gentle reminder was like breathing new life into her lungs.
For, the mountains had life itself, floating in the sky with their own water supply, trickling small waterfalls to the forest below. And the tree life that grew from the small crevices reminding the Na'vi that life always found a way. No matter how hard things seem.
When the sky people came for the first time all those years ago, Eywa reminded them that life always prevails. That there must be balance, and the humans were destroying that. And it was life that won.
And when they returned over a year ago, destroying everything in their path once again, colonising the ground as quickly as they could, Eywa found every way to remind them that life would break through.
Like with Kiri. Or the subtle reminders all around them of their home, that Pandora thrives even when threatened.
And as Tarya flew through the mountains, she couldn't help but feel the calmness wash over her like the ocean. For, Eywa was reminding her that life still prevailed, even on a day like today.
The air team flew with the three younger adults, Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Tarya. While the elders of the air support were on assault, the three kids were on surveillance.
However, they all flew together to reach the train. Providing one another with support, each had another's back.
War cries filled the air as the the air team began their approach of the train, descending from the skies and the mountains, the colours of the Ikran vibrant in the sun.
Toruk Macto lead them all, a gun slung across his torso, firmly in his stone grip. He descends towards the train as it appears from the trees, flying alongside it, keeping up with its speed.
Tarya, Lo'ak and Neteyam maintain their height, knowing they were not supposed to be down on the ground assault or too close to the air assault.
Surveillance was to remain airborne and in the skies. For, if the sky people began a new assault with air craft and the kids missed it because of their own selfishness, they'd put the Omatikaya people at risk.
