"They have chosen you. Eywa sees you, little human."
"Chosen? Like Harry Potter?"
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In which the daughter of General Ardmore is forced to choose between blood or bond when she falls for the...
CHAPTER FOUR "Know thy enemy and know yourself..."
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NIX MAY HAVE underestimated the word 'soon' when she left Griffin inside that dusty green buggy to search for Neteyam. She, of course, knew that it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. However, she hadn't expected to wander the forest for almost two hours with not a single sign of any blue, eight-foot-tall na'vi.
"Aardwolf, come in."
She heard the walkie-talkie go off in her bag and quickly dug around for it. Static came from the receiver before she held the button and asked, "Aardwolf? What does that mean?"
"It's your codename," Griffin stated like it should've been obvious. "It's best we don't use our actual names on radio. Who knows, someone could be tapped in listening."
"That makes sense," Nix agreed. "So then, what's your super-secret codename?"
"Serpent scale."
She giggled at that. "I think yours is cooler than mine."
"Yeah, but yours fits you." He countered.
"How so?"
"Aardwolves are sort of timid, y'know, prefer to avoid attention and all that. But when threatened, they grow freakishly loud and protective, like you."
Nix wasn't sure she fully saw the resemblance. She'd never been put in a situation where she needed to be loud nor protective. However, she did enjoy the name as it reminded her of her last.
"They are also extinct back on Earth," she reminded him. A lot of common animals on the food chain were unable to survive the terrible conditions on Earth. All except humans... the most undeserving. "But I like it," she said. "So, why'd you contact me?"
"Just checkin' in."
Nix grew tense as a sudden and strange noise sounded from her left—shuffling or crunching, she couldn't quite tell.
"Okay, well, I'm all good here. I'll talk to you in a few." She whispered into the walkie-talkie before shutting it off.
She put the device back inside her bag and readjusted her air-mask before tracking the resounding noise.
She took slow and calculated steps to avoid drawing attention to herself. She came up behind a purple, ten-foot octoshroom, using the massive fungi to hide her body. When the crunching ensued again, she leaned over slightly to peek at whatever was causing it.
