"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...
[ Small Note: There is no confirmed name for Neteyam's ikran, so I chose my own. If James Cameron ever reveals the true name, I'll change it. ]
CHAPTER SEVEN "To the pure, all things are pure..."
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Everything was dark, an infinite void. Hearing was the first sense that returned to Nix—chittering of the nearby insects. She inhaled green, leafy scents and felt a soft, mossy texture beneath her body.
Finally, her eyelids twitched as she forced them open, regaining consciousness. Her vision was blurry at first, but then she saw the head of a green banshee with a brown speckled face peeking into her eye-line.
It squawked upon seeing her waken, and she quickly hauled herself into the sitting position. Dazed and confused, she looked around to find she was still in the forest, only it was darker. That's when the memories came back, one at a time. The facility, the freeing of the wildlife, the explosion—
"You're awake," a voice spoke, startling Nix.
A na'vi jumped off of a wide log that connected two trees, approaching his banshee and the stunned human girl.
When Nix got a closer look at his face, she felt an instant comfort. "Neteyam," she breathed. "What happened?"
She attempted to stand only for the banshee to knock her back with its head. Nix could discern the playful action as it fluttered its wings soon after while producing a cackling type of noise.
"I think he likes you," Neteyam commented, sounding just as playful. He placed a hand on his ikran, stroking the length of its neck. "Nìflrr, Kilvan."
The banshee inched back about a foot, settling into a comfortable stance. Then Neteyam moved toward Nix, who was on her elbows, and squatted down so he was no longer towering over her.
"Is everyone okay?" She asked, sitting up again. "I remember falling from the aircraft... then nothing."
"You fainted from the... win si—what do you humans call it? The rush?" He questioned, searching for the English word.
"Adrenaline rush?" Nix inquired.
"Yes, that," Neteyam nodded, contented. "Kilvan saved you from another near death. He caught you in the air."
Nix glanced at the banshee, realizing that was his name. Then her gaze returned to Neteyam as she moved to sit on her knees. "Thank you, really, you two are always saving me," she said. "But no one else was hurt, right? Your people—"
