My special one. Tsu'tey x oc

Chapter13

Slanted is na'vi.

Songs to play when reading.

Towards the sun- Rihanna.

Devil you know- Tim Montana.

Despite Grace trying to stop me I run out mount Spur and fly off into the forest and what I see hurts me so much I almost fall off of Spur midair. Destruction and death falls in the wake of the demon machinery and weapons. Graces school has been shot up and there are arrows as well as bullet holes in the walls. I land and jump off of Spur and the world seems to slow down as I look around me while she takes back off into the air. The bodies of my Na'vi brethren are scattered around me as well as the bodies of humans. Fire surrounds me and I see animals on fire running for their lives trying to escape it. I run around and check the bodies trying to see who was killed and I notice something, they are all some of the younger warriors of the clan. When I get to the last body they are still alive and what scares me the most is it's Sylwanin, my sister. And she is heavily wounded.

Syl, Syl! Oh my Eywa Sylwanin! I shout as I reach her side. Riely, why are you here? She asks weakly. You need to leave now. She says with a painfully sounding cough that sends blood spewing from her mouth. No, no I can't leave you. I need to get you back to mother, we can still save you. I say, fear lacing my voice as I try to stop the bleeding of her wounds. This only results in her blood coating my hands and lower arms. My beautiful little sister, she says her bloody hand reaching up weakly to cup my face. I'm not gonna make it. Please take my bow and knife.....please. She weakly pleads as her other hand grabs the weapons bringing them close to me. No no you can't die you can't! I yell as she forces them into my hands. I love you so much. Please, take them. She says through another cough as her breath turns labored and she starts hyperventilating. She looks me in the eyes as her breathing all of a sudden stops, hands go limp in mine before letting go, falling to the ground. And just like that my oldest sister, the one I looked up to the most, dies in my arms.

Syl? Syl? Wake up please. Sylwanin wake up now please wake up! I scream as hysterics take over my mind. Hugging her head close to my chest i scream and cry in sadness, rage and guilt. Big sis, please come back, please great mother don't take her please! I cry as tears cloud my vision and flow down my face in a river of sadness. Oh shit. I hear a voice behind me say. I turn my head around and I see someone I would have never expected here. Someone who I saw as a second father, Miles Quaritch, a gun in his hands. Seeing him here amongst the death and destruction knowing his status rage fills me and I place Sylwanin's head down gently in the grass. Her blood stains my body as I grip her knife tightly in my hand marching towards him. Now kid listen to me. He begins before I cut him off. I trusted you, I TRUSTED YOU! I scream at him. TRAITER, MURDER! I scream slashing towards him with the knife. He jumps away avoiding my attack.

YOU REALLY THINK YOUR ONE OF THEM KID, HUH? He screams at me. Your human kid, and them....they are nothing but flea bitten blue savages. He says. I hiss at him as something inside of me snaps, but it's not my regular hiss. This, this came from somewhere else deep inside of me. Fine. he says as the mask he wears makes a hissing sound. Have it your way. With that the battle between the two of us begins. Our knives collide as we fight, trying to wound and/or kill the other. We move fast and quick sending blows left and right whether it be with our weapons or hand to hand. Quarich manages to slash my upper left shoulder and blood seeps out of my wound. I barely acknowledge it as I tackle Quaritch to the ground. Pinning him down to the forest floor, I raise the knife above my head. This is for my fallen sisters and brothers. This is for Sylwanin! I scream out as I go to plunge the blade into his chest. Before I could though two sharp pains burst through me as loud bands echo throughout the trees. I look down to see two bullet wounds in my lower abdomen. Getting up I clutch them tightly as I turn and see a unfamiliar soldier lower her gun, popping gum in her mouth.

Falling to the ground I crawl towards my sister's body. When I reach her I lay my head on her chest as tears once more fall from my eyes. I'm sorry sister, I, I couldn't avenge you. I'm so, so sorry. I hiccup as tears run from my eyes. It feels like my life is flashing before my eyes as I think about all the memories me and Sylwanin shared. Like the time where we caused a 'Anstìk stampede when we were younger. I remember how we sat on the branches to catch our breath after escaping before looking at each other and laughing. Or the time when we ganged up on Lyle during a wrestling match. Though one of my favorite memories of Sylwanin was the first time we flew together after she got her Ikran. It was eclipse and the only things we could hear that night was the wind and our laughter as we soared together. She performed all kinds of tricks with me and when we returned home we kept trying to shush the other not wanting to wake everyone up as we couldn't stop giggling.

Weak laughter escapes my mouth and I raise my bloodied hand towards Slywanins face using the last bit of strength left in me to close her eyes. There, now she's just sleeping. I tell myself. We are both sleeping, and this is just a nightmare. When I wake up we will be back home with our parents, no one is dead, and we will all live in peace. My vision starts to fade and the last thing I see before the darkness overcomes me is the blurry images of Ikrans landing and people running towards us.