"The Na'vi Saved my life, I didn't have a choice but to follow their ways."
-Tarya
"They call you Tarya now?"
-Quaritch
Short story based on James Cameron's Avatar: Way of...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
As they walked into the camp, Cheers came from every corner while the casualties where rushed to the healers and Tsahík.
Zia had fallen asleep as miles held onto her, while flying on his Ikran back to camp. He now held her close to his chest as they got through the crowds of people.
"Miles, where is spider?" Tarya asks him.
"He's- he's with your brother?" Miles said with an uneasy tone.
Tarya slapped the side of his arm. "You left him? You don't know where he is! We-" Tarya stopped when she was tapped on the shoulder.
She turned to see a young-adult Na'vi male standing in front of her. "Is there something?" She asks but the male stayed silent. She looked from his hair to his hands to see his fingers. 4 fingers.
She grabbed his hand and heard the recognisable laugh of Spider Socorro. "We were months away! How did u manage- My son." Tarya nearly burst into tears as she hugged him. He was now almost as tall as her.
"Norm found some old stuff that Grace left behind out of site of higher command."
"This is great I-" Tarya turned to her mate. "You knew?!" She said while slightly yelling.
Miles chuckled and placed his finger up to his lips to shush them as Zia began to wake up in his arms.
"Mum?" She said, being so very quiet.
"I'm here baby." Tarya said, looking at her daughter with bright smile.
