The Barren lands.

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"'After the war in The Barren lands, the na'vi were able to once again chase the humans off of Pandora, the clans leaders all knew that one day the humans would come back. 

They were a disease, an infestation coming and taking as they saw fit, trying to weaken our great mother. 

The other na'vi clans mourn the losses of their spirit trees as their connections to eywa had been severed by the sky people. The only living tree alive and well was the spirit tree of the barren lands. Many hoped that eywa was strong enough to let atokirina bloom, but the tree never produced the seedlings when it was supposed to bloom. 

 The day the tree did was when your father was fully accepted by eywa, connecting to the spirit tree when you were born, Altan, Dagian,  Your father held you to the tree where you had your first Tsaheylu to mother eywa.  He too moved his own queue to connect Tsaheylu to Ewya, It was then after the bond was made many  atokirina bloomed, floating from the tree down, They surrounded you and your father before leaving us all, on their way to start new life and many new trees."'

The children around you giggled and you smiled at them. Miles moved to sit down beside you, a plate of food in hand. 

"'You need to eat starlight."' He whispered to you handing you the plate, A hand going to your swollen stomach, baring new life.

You turned smiling at your Miles, your mate, moving you softly kissed him before taking the plate you moved to look back at your children, and grandchildren. 

Spider sat with his mates Apera and Haimona, Now a young adult in his twenties, a tiny bundle of life in his arms, as Apera Ate her food, desperately getting back the nutrition she needed after being with the baby for almost a year before she gave birth to a strong healthy daughter. Haimona slowly ate shredded pieces of meat before moving some to Spider's lips to make sure the young man had eaten as well as he watched their little one.

Kalanchoe walked over to the fire with his younger sister Neoma trailing after him. The now twelve year old sat down with his nine year old sister and shared his food, sitting to the side of you and miles. 

The young boy's eyes moved over to his younger brothers, the twins, Altan and Dagian.

Altan had fully turned gray like their mother but his markings resemble their fathers stripes and were a bright cyan blue and his eyes were as emerald as their fathers, 

While Dagian was gray like their mother, his patterns were mixed with both of his parents and like Neoma and their father He had vitiligo of blue speckles across his body, His eyes were a dull yellow like the sands of their home. 

You leaned against miles, a soft purring came from you and he smiled as he wrapped an arm around you, His eyes moving and catching his best friend Lyle with zdog. He grinned as the two had their playfully banter, he knew soon they were going to be a thing, but he never pressed it. If it was meant to be, it will be. 

His eyes moved to his children and granddaughter, a great pride and gratefulness moved through him.

He got the family he had always thought he didn't deserve. 

"'Your father is now known as Miles wairua whanau of Nga whenua pakoko."' You told your children proudly. 

Moving your hand to your stomach you felt a strong kick of the child. 

Miles turned to notice and moved his hand over causing you to smile more brightly. Your silver eyes gleaming in the moonlight as your hair cascaded down in waves like the sand dunes. He felt his unborn child kick his hands. 

"'and your mother is known as Te tamahine a te marama toto, The guardian of the night. "  Miles breathed as he kissed you softly. 

The sounds of disdainful children echoed around the campfire causing the adults of the tribe to laugh.

Miles moved holding you to him as you both ate your food,  his eyes adored you, as you ate.

The woman that saved him.

The woman who taught him.

The woman who changed him.

The woman who loved him.

The woman he would die a hundred deaths for, 

     And the woman who was the mother of his beautiful children. 

"'Oel ngati kameie,"' He whispered in your ear, causing you to turn to him with those bright glowing silver eyes. Your ears twitched as you smiled brightly as the son

"'Oel ngati kameie, my miles."'

And Miles knew as long as he had you, and your family, He would have a reason to fight for Pandora, to fight for eywa. and to fight for you.