Reignited | Neteyam

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Quiet.
A quiet calm life he had been living.
He would always recall back to the forged memories of the loud, crashing waves, the contagious laughter and playful splashing. He missed the ocean, but he adored the Forests.

He would never admit it, but he yearned to return. He spent years on the isolated island, waiting, wanting for the day he returns to the forests of pandora. Had he known he had grown a home by the ocean, he would of never left.

It was far to late for him to return. For to late to turn back.  He wanted an reason, an excuse, to go back to the ocean. To feel the iridescent sands, to hold the fragile shells, to be with you, once more. 

Oh, how his heart craved yours.

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The familiar sounds and thuds of ikrans landing awoke the young man. "I don't recall a hunting party this early?" The thought filtered through his mind. Ducking out from his individual tent, he's met with a large crowd.

Whispers and mutters fill the atmosphere as he finally catches sight of the riders. Light teal-blue skin, adorned with intricate yet familiar tattoos, and a head of deep curling hair. The Metkayina.

His heart filling with every ounce of hope, as he silently wished to ewya it would be you, that you would be there. Your long tresses, and bright eyes, your soft hands and dimpled smile.

He pushes and prodded his way into the crowd, hoping, begging, praying to the goddess that he'd be met with you. What a disappointment he felt when he finally saw whom.

"Aonung. Tsireya. We see you."
He announces, as professionally he could. The disappointment filtering into a pained sting.

"Brother, i see you."
Aonung turns to him, grasping his bend arm's hand. A tight, firm grip. It brings him back to the scent of the sea.

Letting go of Aonung's hand, he turns to Tsireya, signing i see you before she was thrown off balance by his brother. Oh how he wished you were there. Before he could question your whereabouts, he was promptly cut off.

"Aonung, Tsireya. Children of the Metkayina, we see you." Jake announces, his eyes surprised at the sights, neytiri soon following suit.

Tuk and Kiri rushing past to greet the their old teachers, but better yet, old friends.

"We see you, Jake Sully, Olo'eyktan of the Ometicaya. We seek your help."

Tsireya spoke for them. Her soft, yet professional voice pulling whispers from the crowd.

"Come, we shall talk."
Jake guides the two siblings into the communal tent, the largest one, held solely for professional matters.

Once being seated, and tea served for the weary riders, they begin.

"We are in grave danger. One not of blood, one of poison and illness. Our people are dying, they have sent us for your aid."

Gasps are ripped from Kiri, Tuk and Neytiri's throats. Neteyam's mind flashing with all sorts of possibilities that had happened to you. Yet he willed himself to withhold his tongue, he could not act out in emotion during such an important meeting.

"We can not accept, we cant afford to let our people fall ill to the same illness your people are lost to."  Heartbroken eyes fall onto Jake, the guilt was evident in his tone.

"My father has fallen ill and unable to fulfil his duties my sister has taken over. We do not know if he will last more than a couple weeks, we need your help!." Tsireya begins pleading, tears are pricking her eyes as Lo'ak reaches for her hand.

Neteyam's mind calms as his heartbreaks.

Jake stutters, before saying "I cant, I can't accept. We can not afford it, we have already lost so many during the great war."

Tonowari was great man, a strong bounding leader. He was the one to allow his family stay, and seek Uturu just before the great war. He promised the man when they left that if he asked for help, he would call to it.

"And we loosing too!, the skypeople had left their creations to rot in our oceans, it is killing the animals, the seas, the people!. My people! The people who once let you in when no one else would!."

And thats what he was going to do.

Jake doesnt reply, only hanging his head in defeat, unable to disagree.

"We are falling extinct. The reef people, our ways are dying and our blood taints the sea you once adored." Aonung announces, he pulls his little sister to his chest as her tears continue to fall.

Jake signs and finally he asks,

"what do you need."

"We need your help."

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A/N
I think its kinda shit but oh well. It gets the story across but anyways, hope u enjoyed!

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13-2-23
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