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21.: Map

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TILO RAISED HIS HEAD, looking around him with big eyes as he heared his mothers calls. "What is it?" Neteyam asked as he noticed his friends worried behaviour. "Mother is calling for me." the dragon shortly answered. "Your Mom? I've never met your Mom." "Believe me, you don't wanna meet her..." The young Navi cocked his head, not sure why Tilo said this. "Why?" "Because your kind isn't actually allowed to be here since we disappeard. The Hidden World is a dangerous place for Navis like you since the skypeople arrived. You could be fake in the eyes of the higher-ups. Zize would kill you!" "Who is Zize?"

"A mighty Toril. She is Packleader of the Txepìva-pack, the Torils who live in the vulcano regions. One of my fathers war Generals." Neteyams eyes whidened in awe as Tilo said this. "So Lyk was right? There really are more then one kind of you guys..." "Kinds? No. We are all Torils, our bodys and capabilities just adapted to our surrounsings. To the different habitants that Pandora provodes us. Just like you. The Navis in the forest have a thiner Body and are mostly taller and have a darker skintone to adapt to the more darker environment while - for example - the Navis who live at the water have thicker limbs and a thicker tail with fins, their chests are mostly more muscular and their skintone is lighter so they can align with the water."

"Tilo. That's called kinds." "Oh..."

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"There you are! We're have you been? Are you hurt? Any wounds?" The white Toril inspected it's cub, raising his wings and paws with her snout. Tilo jumped out of his mothers examination and joggled his paw to free it from the wettness of his mothers scaly snout. Ofcourse she had to search in the water for him.

"I'm fine... I'm not a Baby anymore." Tilo said, passing his mother and flying up to the tunnel which leds towards the united crystals. A place with giant cyristals which repepresent the different Regions on Pandora. It's a place where all seven Packleaders meet to discuss together. "You are next Olo'tan. You need to be save!" his mother scolded him, as she followed him behind.

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[A/N]:

Olo'tan - A word meaning 'Guardian' or 'King' in the Torils Language, it comes from the Na'vi word 'Olo'eyktan'.