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Myths Of True Mates

Authors Note: italicization when speaking means they are talking in the Na'vi language.

Lo'ak's POV:

"This can't be!" A voice gasps from behind us, making the woodsprites break the bond-like hold on us and float away, almost like they were caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing.

Veylo and I turn around, looking at the source of the voice. There stands my grandmother, staring at us in shock.

"What's wrong, Grandma?" I ask her, not understanding what happened.

Her eyes move from me to Veylo then back to me again. Repeating this a few more times.

"Grandma?" I say again, trying to snap her out of it.

She blinks before meeting my eyes, "I thought it was just a myth," she breathes out.

"Huh? What did you think was just a myth?" Now I'm really confused. What myth could have possibly come true just from what she saw between me and Veylo?

Grandma walks up to me. She places her hands on my checks, holding them while she looks at me in wonder, "Oh, my dear child, I knew you were special the very moment you opened your blue and golden eyes"

I feel Veylo's gaze on me, obviously just as confused as I am, "Grandma, can you please tell us what you are talking about?" I ask.

She smiles at me. A smile she does not give often since she lost her husband, even to her own daughter, "True mates, my dear. The myth of the true mates."

I scrunch my eyebrows at her words, still lost.

"True Mates?" Veylo and I question at the same time, not knowing what 'true' mates meant.

Mates were much like being Married. You choose another who you want to spend the rest of your life with and mate, though it is for life. But a true mate was something I have never heard of before, and by the looks of it neither did Veylo.

"It was told that Eywa had given those of importance the gift of a true mate, or in other terms a soul mate. True mates bare the other half of another soul and once those souls find each other, the connection begins to grow stronger than any other mate bond ever. No one could know for sure if they were true mates unless Eywa was to make the woodsprites fall upon both the lover's skin, a chain of the seeds going from one Na'vi to another" Grandma tells us, my heart racing with each word, "Though, it was told to be a myth as it had never happened before... that is until now"

I turn my head to look at Veylo, my breathing rigid. If what my grandma was saying was true then that means...

"We're true mates," we say together like we are one.