Read Me

~Raging~

D'ella's POV-

How had we gotten to this point?

How had it reached this point?

My brother was bleeding out before me and I could only watch. I was always called a chosen one, one of Eywa's children and yet I had no power to do anything about my big brother dying.

All I knew in this moment was the fading soul of another one of my spirit brothers. I pushed my crying little brother to the side as I took his place beside Neteyam. "It is alright. I'm going to make everything better Ma'teyam." I whispered to him.

I knew my older brother was the one who loved my voice the most, even more than Za'ke who stood behind me who had only just heard me for the first time. I knew my voice didn't sound like everyone else but I had practiced in private. It didn't matter if I was confident in myself and my voice right now, all that mattered was that Neteyam needed comfort in this moment and that was what I'd give him.

My brother gave me the biggest smile I'd even seem upon his face before it fell and his pupils dialated.

I didn't feel sadness. No this was anger, more then that it was rage.

I screamed my throat raw as the sea splashed into my family and friends with force, the clouds reaching down like hands to grasp the steaming rage that flowed off my body in waves like the sea that hit us.

I screamed as my brothers light visibly flowed out of his cold body and into my hot one. It wasn't Eywa who had given me my brothers strength, it was the darkness that sat in the back of my mind that had taken it for itself. I hated Eywa in this moment. I hated the sky people.

They took my birth mother.

They took my homes.

They had taken 2 of my brothers.

And now they had taken my sanity.

My freckles grew into a dark orange instead of a light yellow, my golden eyes changed to a darkened hazel. Even my stripes began to darken as they slithered around my body into different curves then they've sat it before. But my appearance wasn't what caught my eye. It was the heart beats that reached my forever unhearing ears.

I looked to the sinking ship that heald my enemies, that held my sisters. My ears were leading me to my targets. My mouth flooded with saliva as my hand reached for my mother's discarded bow. If I was going to do this I'd do it using the thing my grandfather wanted to be used to protect the people. I'd protect MY people.

I felt a looming shadow fly over us and land in an open space besides us. My family looked at Toruk's child in awe and fear, but not me. I knew she wasn't here to kill, she was here to guide.

My father tried to stop me as I carried my mother's bow towards the beast before me, grabbing my arm to pull me but my mother beat him to it. "You must let her. Let Eywa bring back peace!" She said.

This wasn't peace 'Eywa' was bringing, this was me bringing vengeance for everything that had ever happened to me and my people who had been unfairly wronged.

I climbed the mountain of a banshee, it screeching out in agony as she felt the rage and pain inside my heart and soul.

She took off as my mother grabbed Neteyams bow and climbed ontop her own banshee, following close behind me.

My mother dropped down before me, he banshee tipping to the side to let my mothers body decend down into caos.

I let my ikran scout the area a little longer, I wanted to do this right. When my brothers soul entered my body I was granted the curse to see who had wronged him. Lyle Wainfleet. I was going straight to him.