"𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒"// Neteyam

𝟎𝟏𝟑 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧

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Early in the morning Ney'ite was awakened by her mother who seemed to need to talk to her. With her hands she wrinkled her eyes still kneaded from sleep and rose reluctantly.
Once standing, she stretched her arms and then watched her mother waiting for her at the entrance of their marui. In a few seconds she caught up with her. So the two women left.

"Do you need to talk to me?" Ney'ite asked her mother, not knowing why she woke her so early.

"Tonight, I saw you. I know you're having dreams again." She took a break to think. Ronal, even if she didn't prove it, would have given her life for her. She looked around, admiring the sun that was beginning to rise, and the first rays were coming over the water.
"My child, when I die you will take my place. That's why I want you to be well, that you have no more dreams."

"So that’s all you care about me?" the daughter asked, misunderstanding the sentence her mother had just said.

"Absolutely not!" Ronal blurted out, raising the tone a little too much. Since she got pregnant again she had sudden changes of mood but Ney'ite was used to it so it wasn’t a problem for her. " Ney'ite" She said, stopping her daughter, taking her hands and then lifting her face to look at her. " I’m sorry I was always like this with you, demanding too much from you when you were still a child."

Ney'ite looked at her astonished mother, she didn’t know what to say to her and she didn’t understand why she was saying those things only at that moment and not before. By now the damage was done and Ney'ite would never have her life back, the normal life of a child.

"Please forgive me. I know it’s late but I want to help you, I want to be by your side during this fight that is starting again. Let me help you."

"Of course I forgive you. I had forgiven you long ago." As soon as she finished saying those words she rushed into the arms of her mother in need of a hug.

"I love you, my child." she whispered, clutching Ney'ite.

"So am I, Mom."

All of Ney'ite’s friends, including the Sullys, were gathered in circles on the beach talking. The only one who was missing was Ney'ite who at that moment was wandering around the village not knowing what to do. She wanted to work for what would become her place in the future, not like Aonung who never did anything but procrastinate.
While she was shooting she saw from afar a girl who as a child had been her best friend me who then abandoned her as all her friends had done. You may wonder why they abandoned her, they did it because they thought she was strange, different from them because someone had blabbed that she was dreaming about strange things and so she was automatically going crazy.
Ney'ite frowned to see who she was talking to, and when she realized who he was, she burst forth in amazement. Atan'Eko was leaning against a palm tree with his back and flirting with Ney'ite’s ex best friend. As if he could perceive her gaze upon him, he turned, looked Ney'ite in the eye, and then drew closer and closer to the girl. At that moment Ney'ite, disgusted by the scene, left with a fast pace.

After all, she forgot him, right? Unfortunately, what she had been through with him had caused her some trauma, so it took her a long time to forget him. But apparently she hadn’t quite succeeded yet.

From a distance, the group saw Ney'ite arrive with a fast pace and an expression on her face that seemed to have seen a corpse, from how much she was disgusted and, mostly, angry.

"Bad news on the way." Aonung joked, completely resting his back on the palm he had leaned on.

"You say bro?" Lo'ak asked, not fully understanding the reason for what Aonung had just said. You could see that Ney'ite was not happy at all, but to say that he was bringing bad news was not to be understood.

"Princess of the realm, bad news?" the twin tried to joke with her. Too bad he caught Ney'ite at the wrong time. When she was angry, she couldn’t stand the jokes her brother used to make, thinking he was funny.

"Shut up." She blurted out, not wanting to hear another joke from her brother, she added. " None of your business. Stop being nosy Aonung."

He just raised his hands to the sky remaining mute.

In the group nobody spoke, everyone was immersed in their thoughts until a person broke the silence that had been created for too long.

"But Lo'ak." Ney'ite turned to the boy who was sitting next to his sister. " How did you get back from the bay of the three brothers?"

"A tulkun."

"I wish I had been there." Kiri said, smiling at her brother. " The ocean blessed you with gift." Soon, however, her joy was interrupted by Aonung.

"The tulkuns are not back yet." He pulled his back from the palm and then leaned forward.

"And yet no tulkun is ever alone." Ney'ite added before her brother.

"Well, that one was." Lo'ak turned to Tsireya who, of all people, was following the speech to the bone. " This had a fin cut off, like a stump on the left."

Ney'ite turned and met her brother’s eyes. There was no way he was still alive.

"Payakan." Tsireya said, almost worried, taking Lo'ak’s hands in hers.

Seeing this, Ney'ite made a disgusting noise and then turned to Neteyam, who was looking at her smiling.

"You’re lucky to be alive!" Before she could continue, Ney'ite was interrupted by Kiri.

"Who is Payakan?" she asked, curious to find out who was the tulkun who had saved her brother.

"A renegade tulkun, he’s an outcast, alone." replied Rotxo, who had remained silent until that moment. In fact, Ney'ite hadn’t even noticed his presence until he opened his mouth to talk.

"He’s a murderer." Tsireya told him, but Lo'ak kept denying what he was told.

"He killed some Na'vi." This time it was Aonung who tried to convince him but failed.

Next to Ney'ite, Neteyam stood up.

"My little brother." He approached Lo'ak and put his hands on his shoulders. " The mighty warrior who faced the murderous tulkun and went back to tell it."

Ney'ite shook her head, thinking that what Neteyam had just said was not fair to Lo'ak. The latter abruptly detached himself from his brother’s hands, tired of the fact that no one believed him, he got up and left. In front of everyone, Ney'ite approached Neteyam, whispered something in his ear, and then suddenly got up and ran after Lo'ak.

She chased him all over the beach until, exhausted, he stopped in a corner among the palm trees.

"Why did you follow me?" he asked, not understanding why you followed him, after all she also believed that Payakan was a murderer.

"I know how you feel." Ney'ite said, receiving a strange look from Lo'ak. " Even my sister in spirit tried to kill me."

"Really?" Lo'ak was incredulous that almost the same thing had happened to another person.

"Yes, that was years ago. I was with someone off the reef, even though I knew I didn’t have to go. And nothing, I got lost and a tulkun came and tried to kill me, but she got me home safely."

Lo'ak tried to speak but was interrupted by Ney'ite.

"Lo'ak remember that even if you feel different or less important, you will never be. There will always be someone who will love you enough to make you forget all those voices that tell you you are not perfect. And trust me, it’s coming from someone who went out of her way to be perfect, but in the end, it didn’t do any good. Nobody is perfect, there is no perfection."

"Thank you, Ney'ite, for believing me." he said, trying to hide a little smile.

Ney'ite opened her arms wide, beckoning him to move forward and accept the embrace. He thought about it a little bit but after a while he plunged into the girl’s arms, he needed affection and to be accepted as he was and Ney'ite, most of all, could understand him.

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a/n
sorry if I haven't updated in a long time but school is taking me really too much time.