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𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ neteyam finds an unconscious
na'vi in the woods during a patrol, who
happens to be the last of her clan,
massacred by the sky people. t...
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THE PATH TO the cave was easy to find again, even with the many burdens fogging Amraë's mind. This time, she left Säsì outside, feeling as though she needed to be alone. Her ilu needed no further explanation tounderstand and clicked away, disappearing in the deep. The cave was as beautiful as she left it weeks ago, the water chanting and spirits of Eywa dancing in harmony in the pool. Amraë pulled herself on the shore, burying her feet in the bed of tiny red rocks that could have been mistaken for sand. She surrounded her knees with her hands, breathing in the silence and calmness of her haven.
For some reason, she thought of her mother again, and the message she had delivered her during her vision. If the Sky People came, Amraë knew she would fight alongside the Sullys — would that be considered revenge? Was she supposed to lay down her weapons and watch the fight from afar? Was chasing the intruders away from Eywa'eveng the same thing as avenging her family? The questions overlapped and blurred in her head, unleashing a bolt of pain in her temples.
A melody that had been stuck in Amraë's head for days resonated again, reminding her much of the songs her mother used to chant to her and Vahe before they went to sleep when they were little. And so, Amraë started to sing, first not louder than a whisper, than with more assurance, emotions she didn't know she had in her bursting out in already crafted lyrics, like the Great Mother herself was whispering them in her ear:
Zola' u nìprrte' mipa meylan Oer ngati linge soaiane Lie si oe melnokx Pähem parul, tì'ongokx tìyawnti
Lawnol a mi te'lan Lawnol a mi te'lan Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, srrìri atanti Ngaru txoa seiyi ayoe, tonìri yengwal
Lawnol a mi te'lan Lawnol a mi te'lan Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, srrìri atanti Ngaru txoa seiyi ayoe, tonìri yengwal
Ma Eywa Ma Eywa*
Amraë opened her eyes to a throat being cleared. Her heart sunk to her toes when she laid eyes on the Na'vi standing in the middle of the water. Half her brain registered what she had just said, and the other made the connection with the fact that he must have heard all of it. Every curse known to Na'vi coursed through Amraë's head as Neteyam continued to stare, eyes unblinking.
"You heard," was the first thing that came out of her mouth.
"I heard."
Amraë was paralyzed, frozen from head to toe. She might just combust in embarrassment. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Or wasn't it? Maybe it was the Great Mother's plan all along.
