𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 - NETEYAM

| Mark |

Third POV

The sunlight crept in, aiming at the young Na'vi's face. Her brows scrunched as she turned the other way. Muttering nonsense.

"Good morning to you too Eywa." She groaned.

Stretching out her limbs, she began to assemble all her things for her morning lessons with the other warriors. Today was the day that she could bare her mark.

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"Akamu has arrived at the party!" Yelled Samo. Jumping at her and pulling at her tail.

Out of everyone, he often teased Akamu. Like an older brother, he often bullied the younger warriors. Most of them were orphaned or had similar family issues to Akamu. Let them build their own family unit.

"You are like a child!" Hissed akamu. Yanking at his hair in annoyance.

The two battled with one another until their chief and the other elders arrived.

"You two!" roared a voice. In an instant, the two Na'vi froze on the spot.

Footsteps came closer, grabbing the back of the head of both, before ramming them to each other.

Samo and the girl fell to their knees, hands holding onto their swollen heads.

"Know when it's an appropriate time to play and die." They muttered.

It was Tokuro who had come to separate the two. Yanking at their ears to rise, both had kept silent.

In the corner of Akamu's eyes, she could see her father in the distance. Observing the three, he let out a disappointing sigh. Her gaze faltered down, brows furrowed. It hadn't been long and yet her father was already upset. She gathered herself together and sat with the rest of her people. Waiting for the short ceremony to begin.

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Akamu's POV

It hadn't been long before the speeches ended. Whether or not it was boring, I wouldn't have known. For I was focused on other things. Since I was a child, I've been training to earn my marks, yet I never thought of what I'd like to have engrained into my skin. The peers around me whisper their unique ideas. Some were foolish, others sounded promising.

I could overhear Samo, and his buddies laugh at the ridiculous ideas they had come up with. I rolled my eyes at them, holding in a laugh as they kept at it.

One by one, every man and woman came before me, heading into the tent. Where the tent was our elders, with picks and inks. It wasn't many but I could hear the distance of whining and yell.

It didn't faze me... It doesn't scare me... I'm not worried...

I lied. I was terrified.

The yelling grew louder as time went by. Finally, I'd seen the results, their skin was inflamed but no longer the color teal, the color of the sea. My jaw dropped as I stared at their marks. Some were simple on the arms while others covered their whole sleeve with intricate designs.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking over my shoulder, Tokuro nodded his head. Signaling for me to follow him. He raised the tarp over the both of us and I could see Samo and his silent tears pouring down his face.

I pity the boy, for his pain tolerance didn't exist.

"Akamu. The daughter of the Olo'eyktan of the Metkayina clan." The elders declared.

I couldn't help but cringe as others stared and judged my "title". I'm nothing but a warrior, that is where my future lies.

"Lay down my child." Demanded one of the elders. She lay her hand on my back, leading me down to sit in front of her. She drenched a cloth with salt water before rubbing my arms, back, and chest.