Warrioress || ATWOW x MCU

Chapter 1 - Oel Ngati Kameie

TW:

Mentions of suicidal thoughts, blood, PTSD

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Red embers flew through the air like water from a sprinkler, coming into contact with everything in its range. A trio, who flew through the air at a rapid speed on their ikrans, watched the chaos ensue below. "Guys, we have got to get down there!" An enthusiastic Lo'ak said. He moved closer to his siblings, allowing them to hear him over the constant explosions.

Kamea gaped at him, shock evident on her face, "Lo'ak are you lekye'ung (insane)? Dad will never let us fly again!" Her hair was contained by a headpiece, wrapped around her ears and forehead. Her wild curls stuck to the coat of sweat shimmering on her face, blocking her vision. Yellow paint covered her face and torso which signified her role in the war party. She was a warrioress.

She wore a quiver of arrows over her shoulder, while her bow rested on her ikran, Paskalin's, side.

A look of concern was shared between the twins, knowing their brother was up to no good and will ignore their warnings. It happened regularly enough that they'd stopped trying to negotiate with him about listening to their dad's rules, leaving them to join him to ensure he didn't put himself in any more danger than needed.

"No way!" Neteyam exclaimed, agreeing with his sister, "Dad will skin us!"

Paskalin screeched, as if to agree with the twins. Bright orange stripes blended in with his yellow skin, making him look like a blazing fire as he flew through the sky. He wasn't the most subtle ikran, especially for when Kamea would fly with the war parties, but they chose each other and would forever be bonded. Plus, it meant her dad always told her to stick to the skies, which was where she'd rather be anyway.

The peace she felt when flying, like she was the only one up there. No matter if there were 100 others with her yipping and shouting to each other, she would always feel like she was alone. Her, Paskalin, and Eywa. Just the way she liked it.

The youngest siblings rolled his eyes. He felt as if his siblings ganged up on him, especially since they shared a connection as twins, while he was just their younger brother.

It's the reason why he constantly disobeyed their parent's instructions. He craved the attention they gave another. The way they seemed to always see eye to eye. It was like a part of their souls were combined, leading them to fit like puzzle pieces. Kamea was the Yin to Neteyam's Yang. She was the darkness to his light. The fire to his water.

She wasn't afraid to speak up for what was right, however much trouble that may cause her to be in. No matter how reserved she tended to be to those she wasn't well acquainted with, she would willingly stand up for them if she needed to.

Neteyam, on the other hand, thrived off of approval. He sought the praise from his clan to feel accomplished. This led him to stay silent at times of conflict, as he would rather come up with a practical solution than jump right into the fire. No matter their differences, they understood one another in a way no one else could.

This led Lo'ak to be jealous. He loved his siblings, and would never want them to give up their bond, but it felt unfair that the two who already had the clan's approval also had constant support from each other. They would jump into the line of fire for the other, no questions asked.

So, Lo'ak did what he usually did when he wanted to feel accepted; when he wanted to feel like he had a place in the family. He disagreed with them. He knew they'd inevitably follow him, and he could finally feel cared for. He assumed this was the only way they would spend time with him, considering they spent so much quality time together and he's left feeling excluded. Throwing himself into danger was the only way he knew how to ensure they'd still be with him. And that's exactly what he did.