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past memories

Italics: Na'vi language, Jane's thoughts
Bold written: (Y/N)'s thoughts

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Jane's P.O.V

The rain outside my window tapped against the walls like a persistent memory. I sat alone in my dimly lit house, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows across the walls. This was my home now, my sanctuary from a world that had once been so different.

I have been different as well, I once wore the name Jane Shepard with pride as a commander in the military. I'd served under the command of a man named Quaritch, following orders without question, believing in the righteousness of our cause.

But I had been so wrong.

My mind often wandered back to those days on Pandora when I was little more than a pawn in a brutal game of conquest. We had come to this beautiful alien world to extract its precious resources and in the process we had made war on the Na'vi, the indigenous people of Pandora.

I remembered the battles, the cries of pain and fear, the towering trees crashing down like giants in a storm and the blood that soaked the earth. I had killed Na'vi, seen their families torn apart, and their world reduced to ruins. I had done unspeakable things all in the name of duty.

And the worst thing is.

I was proud of it.

But then something had changed within in me in that time I served on Pandora.

I saw mothers caring for their children, lovers embracing each other, people singing and talking with joy. It was a gradual awakening, a growing realization that what we were doing was not justifiable.

The Na'vi weren't the savages we had been told they were. They were a people with a rich culture and a deep connection to their land.

The turning point came during a confrontation with Quaritch. We had argued, shouted, and I had stood my ground, refusing to follow his orders. In the end, it had come to violence, and he had shot me.

Flashback

The air was thick with tension as I stood before Colonel Quaritch, my heart pounding in my chest. We were deep in the heart of Pandora's dense jungle, surrounded by the alien flora that had witnessed so much violence. It had all come down to this moment a moment that I could no longer avoid.

"Jane, you're a damn traitor," Quaritch growled, his eyes narrowed with anger. He clutched his weapon tightly his knuckles turning white against the metal.

I had seen so much suffering at his command, and I couldn't take it any longer. I had turned against my own kind, against the military, against everything I had once believed in. "I'm not a traitor," I replied, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. "I'm doing what's right. We can't keep destroying this place."