not so fond

not fair

After Neteyam and his family left your tent, you stood up and began to remove your purple raspu that covered some bits of your leg and replacing it with a light blue loin cloth.

"Y/N where is Sezan and Lo?" your mother asked whilst she folded the rest of the cloths she had left laying when Jake and Neytiri arrived.

"I sent them to play, they were bored after you kicked them from the tent." You replied not bothered knowing they would come back home anytime soon and the forest was safe. If they stayed close, which they would've.

"Oh and mother"

you paused

"why was he here?" You questioned not facing her looking down slightly frustrated that they even let him in."

"Ta'achi! Come and talk to your daughter!" your mom called out to your father. You were confused as to why your mom couldn't tell you but had to call your dad to do so. He walked in smile on his face as he munched on the fruits that you had brought home .

"Why was he here?" You asked again this directing it to your dad. His smile faltered completely and his mouth became a straight line, you knew to prepare yourself for whatever he was going to say.

Both your parents knew of the hatred you and Neteyam had towards each other and how you couldn't stand to be near one another for more than 10 minutes, so it was a shock when your dad told you.

"Listen syulang, I know it is not easy for you being around their boy b-."

"Because he is a skxawng." You cut him off.

"But" He began firmly again subliminally telling you to not interrupt him again, "He is the son of Olo'eyktan, my friend, future Olo'eyktan and so for that you must fight nice." Your father spat. never raising his voice but remaining firm in his deep tone.

"Fight nice? what do you mean dad? I don't need to fight him, the war is against the demons of the sky!" You stated, restraining your voice from increasing.

"You must learn to fight, and utilise this unnecessary anger towards him and use it against those demons of the sky." Your mother chimed in placing a hand on your shoulder, you looked down at her hand allowing her warm palms to put peace upon your unstable nerves.

"That is why you will be training with him." Your father finalised.

The nerves returned to their unstable state. Your head shot back towards your father scanning his face for any sarcasm or smile that could've peaked out but nothing, there was no way he was being serious.

He began to walk away continuing to eat the fruit before you escaped your mothers grasp and followed on behind him.

"Sempul you cannot be serious! you cried feeling tears of frustration slowly beginning to build up. How could they make you work with your worst enemy let alone letting him teach you.

"The decision is final Y/N." Your dad said keeping composure as you started to lose it.

"And so what he's okay with this? this isn't fair sempu this is not what i want! i will not do it i refuse." you spat praying your dad will see your side.

"Pelun Sa'nu ?" you cried now facing your mother who now looked at you with sadness. "Oeyä 'ite, you must you must fight with the clan and to be the best you must train with the best."

"I AM THE BEST I AM BETTER THAN HIM!" You finally escaped the silent cage you were in and raised your voice, tears brimming your eye line.

"Great mother srung." you mumbled after