I WANNA BE SAVED, neteyam

Ch 4: Train Attack

When they had first settled into Ayram alusìng, Ayatney really had no recollection of it. The most she remembered was being told that she would stay in a tent with the orphaned, which consisted mostly of the young, her being one of the oldest there.

She also recalls when she was pleading for Jake to let her go on those raiding missions that he had been devising. But he knew better than to take an angry hunter out of the field. It'd only lead to chaos and pure murder. It would ruin his strategy— his plan to get everyone out alive.

But Jake was understanding of her current emotion. With the recent loss of her parents and the change of pace, he allowed himself to ease up a little.

"Y'know what," he started, "when you decide not to be angry anymore, I will let you join."

That seemed enough to encourage the girl, so within the next few days, which soon turned into weeks, Ayatney had mastered the capability of controlling her emotions and her outbursts. Proving herself to him had not been easy, but it was definitely worth it.

Everything had been a blur since then.

Constantly listening in on plans for the next mission then going on them, coming back a bit bruised, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. It's not like she hasn't been hurt before.

Most nights Ayatney would stay up tending to the young in their tent or make more arrows with any extra supplies laying about. Always using the same color combination of feathers every single time. Orange and green— her fathers colors.

There was one night where she had bumped into Neteyam. She was heading over to their tent to speak to Jake about their next mission when she had over heard him and Lo'ak, once again, getting scolded. Neteyam had left the tent first, walking with his head down before their shoulders had knocked.

Ayatney didn't take it personal at first, but seeing as he had stopped mid apology realizing it was her, putting a scowl on his face before stepping to the side and continue on his way, made things personal. As if he had something against her.

Things went back to the way things were when they had first met— hating one another. One thing she knew at that moment was that Neteyam was being quite rude to her and for reasons unknown. But did Ayatney really care? She had better things to do than worry about someone who she grew up, trained with and she assumed— at one point — became friends with, hating her.

Ayatney would worry about that after she'd kill every last sky person on all of Pandora (besides the loyal ones— Jake's rules). A promise she made to no one but herself.

Nothing here on Pandora was holding her back from pursuing what she wanted. But was it really something she truly wanted?

It was something she often questioned when she was alone. Was fighting to the death with puny beings that had huge machinery really what Ayatney wanted to do for the rest of her life? Yes and no.

Yes, because she wanted to avenge her parents death and her home's destruction. But no, by reason of wanting to live a simple life again. Waking every day to do simple tasks that she use to dread. To spend her days running around in the forest and roll in the meadow as the sound of nature echoed all around her. It seemed like a dream that seemed so far away yet so near.

Now all Ayatney did was fight and prayed to Eywa that she would live another day.

And thats where she found herself now a year later. But instead of praying to live another day, Ayatney beseeched Eywa to give her the strength to not strangle the life out of the Sully's youngest son, Lo'ak.

"Bro, we have got to get down there!" He yelled over the wind, looking over at the two who held serious looks on their faces.

"No way! Dad would skin us!" Neteyam retorted right away, not wanting to risk of getting into a lousy situation afterwards. Lo'ak looked away from his older brother, making eye contact with Ayatney instead. She made a shrugging motion, being totally honest, she had wanted to be down there as well.