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𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ neteyam finds an unconscious
na'vi in the woods during a patrol, who
happens to be the last of her clan,
massacred by the sky people. t...
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THE GRINDING SOUND of the rock on the smooth stoned tip of the arrow was strangely comforting to Amraë; the familiarity of getting ready for a mission, the thrill of the hunt, the commanding feeling of righteousness that came with defending one's clan, one's family. But Amraë was not going hunting today. Ever since she had woken up among the Omaticaya, her body had been urging her to dive right back into the forest and find that cursed satchel. The possibility of it already being back in the possession of the Sky People made her blood boil. She did not know what she would do if her sister, if her whole village had died all for this. All for nothing.
The stone slipped, scratching her knuckles. Amraë jumped, leting out a hiss. She set the stone down. No. These demons had not found her. They may have found her sister's body, but with the heavy rain, they had no way of knowing where the satchel was hidden. She would find it before them. She had to.
In one fluid movement, the bow and quiver were strapped across her back, the knife belt on her chest and her visor on her forehead. She made her way towards the main entrance of the cave and pinched her lips as the ikran came in sight, ready to whistle Atansaw.
She froze. Atanzaw is dead. Her breath hitched, vision blurring as the truth hit her once again with the strength of a tree. So stupid. She couldn't even remember that her ikran fell shortly after her sister. She could not even begin to accept that she had truly lost everything and everyone.
A hand landed on her shoulder, making her jump.
"Hey, kid." Jake came in sight next to her, his forehead wrinkled in concern. "You ready to go?"
"Yes, but—" She paused, having difficulty swallowing the lump in her throat. Don't break down now. "I don't have an ikran. Atanzaw, she—she was shot shortly after my sister."
Jake sighed and pressed her shoulder gently in a paternal gesture.
"I'm sorry, kid. But you can ride with Neteyam."
The latter appeared next to his father and shrugged, not seeming to mind.
"Yeah, sure. Come on."
Amraë tipped her head down as she approached Neteyam's ikran, Vuk, as he called him, careful not to look in his eyes. Whispering words she couldn't hear to his mount while making tsaheylu, Neteyam then climbed onto the saddle and offered his hand to Amraë to help her on, which she accepted after a slight hesitation.
As she sat down before the eldest Sully child, familiarity overcame her senses. She could almost picture her sister near, jumping on her own ikran with unparalleled grace, brandishing her bow with a war cry, like before each mission.
