Epiphany Of Eywa {Avatar & Avatar TWOW}

Her.

It was night by the time Eyve got us back to the Spirit tree.  Although there were still people awake and talking to their families.

My tiredness had reached an extreme, and I could barely form coherent sentences. My mind was sharp, but my body was collapsing and my vocabulary was hardly forming.

Everything felt like a blur.

Eyve held me in his arms, and his skin against mine was the only thing I found myself paying attention to. Not the blur of lights and the glowing tendrils of the spirit tree contrasting against the black sky, just Eyve.

He held me so tight it would leave bruises on my skin, but it made me feel safer knowing he was here.

Looking up at him I smile. Despite his distressed, rugged look he was still beautiful. His hair was braided delicately, and tied quickly up into a bun, allowing me to clearly see his face. His perfect full lips were parted as he panted, and his defined jaw was on show.

I felt his powerful muscles flex under me with every movement and I marvelled at how I got such a perfect man to fall in love with me.

As I thought about this, I realised it wasn't perfect. The difference in our skin, his blue to my tan caused a twang in my heart. It only represented we were too different to ever be perfect.

More tears trail down my already wet face and land on his chest. Eyve glances down at me and furrows his brow. When he makes eye contact with me I forget about everything and become immediately reminded of my love for him.

No matter what happened, the love I held for Eyve would get me through it. "What is wrong?" He pants, before turning to continue walking through the crowds and crowds of people below me.

When I open my mouth to respond, I gurgle instead. No words come out and with the horrific sound of blood making its way down my windpipe, Eyve's head snaps down to me and he halts. Jake, who had caught up behind us appears beside me.

There was no pain again, nothing but a throb and ache low in my belly. It obviously looked like I was in pain, because I felt my body twitch and thrash despite my objections. Eyve held me, though, throughout the entire ordeal.

Jake watches my body lurch and I splutter again, blood spraying from my lips. Something splatters on the ground and the two men gasp. "Go, now." Jake half-shouts and Eyve sprints into action.

The path was smooth, but by the time we got to the trunk of the spirit tree the dull throb was a harsh punch to the gut.

Eyve lowers me onto the dirt on my side and blood dribbles from the corner of my mouth, relieving me for a moment and allowing me to breathe.

The feeling of the dirt on my skin rather than Eyve makes me reach out and grab a hold of the closest thing near to me. I needed him. I take a hold of his forearm, and he leans forward to place a hand to my chest.

"Breathe, MaBelle." He says desperately, and I hear his voice crack.

Something starts to tickle over my legs and torso, like grass blowing over my skin. My windpipe had been flooded with the thick liquid yet again and I widen my eyes as the panic finally sets in. I scratch at Eyve's forearm, looking for a way out.

I try frantically to move my body, but even moving my shoulder and stretching out my back sent shock waves of pain down my wound.

Raw fear and stress set on me like sand, pinning me down and suffocating me slowly.

The contrast from peace and serenity to panic and nervousness feel like nothing I've ever felt and I beg for a way out.

A vibration through the floor causes me more pain, but the deep sound of it calms me somehow. My eyes pin together and I let my natural bodily reactions do their thing while I await death. I was not scared of death.