Freak |Ao'nung x reader|

Leaving home

Warnings:

POV:Leu'na
I woke up back in my grandmothers tent. I kind of fell asleep on our way back from the shack.

I'm assuming my dad brought me here. I looked at my stomach to see new a new wrap around my stomach.

It still didn't hurt as much but I wasn't taking any chances because it didn't hurt that bad yesterday, and look what happened.

I slowly got up, making my way outside. When I did, I seen Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, and Tuk ease dropping. They were by our parents tent.

I walked over to see why.

"Lo'ak what's going on?"

He shrugged.

"They said something about leaving. I heard mom crying."

Oh no. I was right.

Just then they walked out. We all scurried off, pretending not to ease drop.

"Sully's being it in." I heard my dad yell.

I looked at Lo'ak who looked unbothered. I just shrugged at him.

"Okay so... we uh decided that we're leaving." 

"But dad your Olo'eyktan." Kiri told him.

"I know I know...but I'm going to have to give that up."

Everyone began talking over each other. I just sat there in my thoughts. I was actually right. I knew we would be leaving because if we stayed, they would come after our people as well.

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I began to tear up, watching my father give up his place as Olo'eyktan. It broke my heart for him. I know it's something he didn't want to do, but he had to do it in order to protect us and our people.

I have no clue who the new Olo'eyktan is. I've never seen him a day in my life. But it doesn't even matter.

He had a knife, yelling, stretching his arm into the air, and bringing it down in a quick motion.

He made it look as if he stabbed my father but he didn't. He drug the blade across my dads chest, drawing blood.

My dad then stood up. I was happy that he kept his head held high. That's one thing I admired about him. He didn't let anyone know he was at his lowest point, he always hid his pain.

We began walking down towards our Ikrans. This was it. We were actually leaving. I had no idea where to but I'm sure my dad had a place in mind.

As we walked down, I turned to look at my grandmother. She was crying as well as everyone else. I was going to miss her. I waved off at her. She returned a small smile, waving back.

I couldn't hold back my tears. They began pouring out. Lo'ak placed his arm around me, hugging me as we walked.

I cried into him. I could feel his pain as well. He didn't show it but I felt it. I felt stupid for crying in front of everyone so I took a deep breath in. I raised my head, crying with no emotion. I soon stopped.

I didn't want to come off as weak. I wanted to collapse on the floor right then in there but I couldn't.

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We began flying away. I looked back one more time, holding back my tears. I had to be strong for my family, for me.

I was surprised they didn't make me fly with Lo'ak or Neteyam. I still was hurt but I couldn't leave Märi behind. Märi is my Ikran.
(Mah-ree)(The r is rolled so it's really pronounced- Mah-dee)