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...
♪ Raggatar - From "Satu'li Canteen" by Simon Franglen, James Horner ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Chapter Five: The First Flight
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My heart plummeted, a heavy weight sinking into the pit of my stomach as I watched in horror. The once powerful and majestic glider, who had soared with such grace and speed moments ago, suddenly faltered, spiralling helplessly as gravity took hold. The enthusiasm, the strong flapping of its wings, everything vanished in an instant as I saw Neteyam and the banshee plummet towards the ground, descending rapidly next to the edge of the cliff.
I gasped, my chest tightening with fear. Without hesitation, I sprinted to the cliff’s edge, my feet barely making contact with the earth. My breath hitched in my throat as I peered down into the abyss, scanning the thick blanket of dark green trees below. My pulse pounded in my ears, the world around me dissolving into a blur of panic.
Oh no, no, no...
My mind raced, fear clawing at my insides. Had I made the gravest mistake, pushing him to ride before he was ready? I had been so confident, so sure that being on a banshee would awaken something deep within him, bring back his lost memories of flight and freedom. But now, doubt surged like a storm, threatening to consume me.
“Neteyam!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation. My eyes frantically darted across the treetops, searching for any sign of movement, but the thick canopy concealed everything. The wind howled in my ears, and for a moment, I was certain I had lost him. The silence was deafening, a suffocating void that filled the air as my heart pounded against my ribs.
And then—out of nowhere—I heard it.
"Woohoo!" Neteyam’s voice cut through the air like a burst of light, filled with exhilaration and life. Before I could fully process the sound, the rhythmic flapping of Ayura’s wings echoed from below, powerful and sure. My eyes widened in disbelief as the banshee and its rider shot upward from the trees, ascending at a sharp, ninety-degree angle. I tilted my head back, watching in awe as they soared above me, defying gravity with grace and strength.
My chest swelled with overwhelming relief, the tension in my body evaporating as a wide, toothy smile spread across my face. I knew he could do it. Deep down, I had always believed in him, but seeing him now—alive, flying, full of joy—made my heart soar. His triumphant shout echoed through the sky, a testament to his courage and skill, and my panic melted away, replaced by pure, unfiltered elation.
Without wasting another second, I turned on my heel and raced towards Sayura, my mind buzzing with excitement. In one swift motion, I leaped onto her back, the connection between us instant and seamless as I linked my neural braid to hers.
