ELYÄ was used to being alone whether it was with her family or just in life, she was used to the calmness that was wondering alone through the dangers of the world. She finally felt at peace from the wild things that has been happening with the mental battle in her mind and the yearning for her home, with her mother and father.
The memory the spirit tree showed her from days ago was slowly fading from the little memories Elyä had left of her father and mother happy together.
She can't do it anymore, she sat down on the dock staring at the water hoping for the tears to not fall from falling into a waterfall down her face. El couldn't do it she couldn't cry, she couldn't cry, she shouldn't have to feel like this at only fifteen.
Elyä had to hold up the world on her fragile shoulders fearing they will break at any moment, she couldn't scream for help.
Neytiri and Jake looked at each other concerned for their goddaughter watching as she looked close to tears, the other kids out somewhere, "I'm going to check on her," Neytiri mumbled to her husband he nodded following after her.
"What's wrong?" The warrior asked the young girl who quickly looked up in fear, "why did my parents have to leave me?" Tears streaming down her face, "why did my father have to die?" She balled gasping for anyone loving family hug.
Elyä missed her real home, the forest, her mom, just a sense of family.
Jake stared at her seeing so much of Tsu'tey in her it scared him, "hey lyä, eywa gives and takes as much as we hate it, but theh got another chance with you." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder hugging her tightly.
"Can you tell me how my father died?" She asked the sorrow evident on her features asking the people who took her in.
"He died a fierce warrior, the sky people took him in the most vile way, with their technology." Neytiri said her voice strong keeping her own tears in talking about the old friend she held deep in heart, "just like you are." The older women grinned at her goddaughter, "now go get some rest you need it."
"Thank you for telling me," Elyä nodded her head glancing at the two the tears still fresh in her blue-green eyes, in the dark night sky.
The older Sully's nodded to the young girl who now was content and at peace with the battling war inside her mind, El rested her eyes needing to finally sleep the nightmares of the avatars holding her captive haunted her fickle nightmares.
Neteyam's hand reached for hers their mats just inches away from each others in their silent embrace of cold nights in the reef.
The two parents glanced at the kids before letting the darkness take over, just for a bit of calm before the storm.
Happiness is fickle, it could leave in a second, always see the little moments before it all disappears in front of your eyes.
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