Ama'ia and Neteyam were always having a competition. Whether it was who could climb the fastest to who was the best warrior.
They swore they hated each other.
That they only compete to show the other they were better.
Those around them knew bette...
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As Jake Sully and his mate Neytiri commemorate the birth of their first born, Neteyam, a figure lurks in the shadows. The figure continues to watch from their spot, a mere few meters from the clan. Always hidden by the darkness.
These festivities last for a month, with the same figure lurking behind a set of trees, only now with a baby in their arms.
The figure soothes the baby as it starts to wake up, soft cries escaping it's mouth. A hand reaches up and traces a carving on the tree. Two words lay in the bark, Ama'ia Fi'nari. A tear falls onto the baby's cheek before a finger rubs it away.
"My heart and soul belong to you, Ama'ia Fi'nari. You will be safe here for now. I'll be back for you, I promise." Shortly after the baby, Ama'ia, is placed beneath the carving. A sob leaving the mystery figure as they back up, the cries becoming louderbefore the figure lets out a loud call. The sound somewhat mimicking that of a bird.
Heads of the Omatiaya Clan turn towards the direction of the sound, all the na'vi's quieting down. Jake Sully holds a hand up and walks forward, Neytiri follows behind once ensuring the safety of her baby. The couple walk through the trees, eyes focused forward, watching for a glimpse of the sound maker.
A loud hiccup fullered by a short cry catches the attention of the two. Both heads snap towards a tree, two words lay carved into the bark. Jake whispers the words, "Ama'ia Fi'nari."
A soft giggle comes from the base of the tree and when the two mates look down there lays, on top of dirt and roots, a figure the size of a baby with a smile spreading across it's face. Bending down Jake picks up the baby, "Are you Ama'ia Fi'nari?"
Once again giggle escapes the child. Walking back towards the clan, Neytiri holds her mates arm. Whispers spreads throughout the clan, the unknown child staring in awe at the many na'vi.
"Who's child is this?" Neytiri's voice commands the attention of all that are gathered, heads bowing in curiosity. No one steps forward. Turning to each other, Jake and Neytiri seem to communicate through their eyes before dismissing the clan. Taking Neteyam back into her arms, Neytiri walks towards a separate and secluded area where the mates discuss the mystery which is this child.
Days soon turn into months with still no word on the mystery that is Ama'ia's parents. And as time passes Ama'ia is accepted into the Sully family and although they will never truly be her family, she felt that she was entirely blessed by Eywa to be included in this beautiful family.
As the children grow they welcome siblings, Kiri and Lo'ak. Both were a year younger then Neteyam and Ama'ia as well as more free spirited. Ama'ia had always admired how Kiri had fit into the family and appreciated how Lo'ak always tried to include her in activities.
