When a seemingly lifeless boy is saved by a girl.
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Ma'vona was once a beloved member of the Kame'tire clan, known for their profound understanding of Pandora's flora and unparalleled healing skills. Their expertise was so great that they could heal...
♪ Pandora Walk Through by Simon Franglen ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Chapter One The Awakening
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It had been days—maybe even weeks—since I had slipped into a deep, unshakable slumber. My body lay still, except for the occasional twitch of my eyes and the restless movements of my legs, driven solely by the fading remnants of muscle memory. In this suspended state, I was neither truly alive nor completely lost. Was this death or some cruel form of sleep? My mind, tangled in a haze of confusion, couldn’t seem to tell.
In the silence of my trance, my eyelids, stubbornly heavy, would flutter from time to time, teasing consciousness but never quite fully opening to the world. Then, as if stirred by some unseen force, my eyes began to part. They felt so heavy—so tired. The brilliant sunlight struck my pupils with an intensity that made me wince, causing me to instinctively squeeze them shut again. I tried to open them once more, this time more slowly, forcing myself to endure the overwhelming brightness. My vision swam for a moment before clarity returned, bringing with it the stinging realization that I was awake—barely.
As soon as I attempted to move, sharp, searing pain coursed through my body. It radiated from my chest, spreading outward like wildfire, leaving me gasping for breath. I groaned, my voice hoarse and weak, as if it had been unused for far too long. The pain was enough to immobilize me, forcing me to lay back down, my head lolling to the side as I struggled to make sense of my situation. Confusion clouded my thoughts like a heavy fog.
What had happened to me? Where was I?
Slowly and gingerly, I became aware of the cloth draped over my chest. My heart skipped a beat as the realization set in—the pain I felt was coming from there, from a wound tightly bandaged with cloth soaked through with dried blood. I winced again, both in pain and disbelief, as my fingers brushed against the rough texture of the bandages. They seemed to be holding my body together, but the agony persisted, unrelenting.
I tried to recall what had led me to this disorienting state, but my mind remained a blank canvas, offering no clarity. Every attempt to piece together my fragmented memories yielded only an aching void, filled with an overwhelming sense of loss and sorrow. My heart felt burdened by an unspoken story, a narrative that eluded my grasp and left me isolated in a sea of confusion. The silence around me seemed to magnify my disorientation, each heartbeat a stark reminder of the elusive memories slipping through my fingers, leaving me ensnared in a fog of uncertainty.
Gathering what little strength I had, I tilted my head and scanned the room around me. The space was dim, its boundaries barely defined by the interplay of light and shadow. Sunlight streamed in through a small opening on one side of the hut, casting golden rays that danced across the floor, illuminating dust particles suspended in the air. The light was inviting and warm, yet it felt distant, as if it belonged to another world entirely. On the other side of the room, darkness loomed, with shadows stretching like long, black tendrils from the jungle beyond. I could hear it then, faint but rhythmic—the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.
