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...
♪ The destruction of home tree by James Horner ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Chapter Eleven: The Skyfall
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In a matter of moments, Txä'vo and the other two warriors climbed up the rocky ledge, their movements fluid and practised. "You found her," he said, his voice low but urgent as he crouched beside me. His sharp gaze quickly assessed Sayura’s condition, concern etching deep lines on his face. "But she’s in bad shape."
I nodded, my throat constricting painfully as I struggled to contain my rising panic. "I’ve done what I can, but she needs more than this," I replied, urgency creeping into my voice. "We need to move her—get her back to the village where she can be treated properly."
Txä'vo’s eyes flicked skyward, scanning the horizon where the distant hum of the sky people’s machinery still reverberated ominously. "It’s risky," he cautioned, his voice tinged with worry. "The sky people are close. Moving her now might draw their attention."
"I know," I said, my heart heavy with the gravity of the situation. The decision weighed on me like a physical burden. "But if we don’t move her, she’ll die."
He hesitated, the flicker of indecision evident in his eyes, but after a heartbeat, he nodded decisively. "We’re all eight here combined. We’ll carry her. Carefully." His reassurance gave me a small measure of comfort as he gestured to the other warriors, who moved forward with purpose.
The warriors gently lifted Sayura’s large frame, their hands working with precision as I hovered close, guiding them on where to place their hands to avoid inflicting any further pain. As they shifted her weight, Sayura let out a weak screech, but she remained motionless, too exhausted to resist. With deliberate care, they manoeuvred her heavy body toward the rocky cliff's edge before carefully descending, the weight of her injuries palpable in the air. The other warriors who had waited below joined us, their expressions sombre as they took in the scene.
"Where's the boy and one of the other warriors?" Txä'vo asked, concern lining his features as we carried Sayura. "They went to distract the sky people," I replied, my voice strained with worry. Upon hearing my response, Txä'vo let out a low groan, the tension in his shoulders visible. "They’ll be fine," he reassured, in a hope of surety, although I could sense the uncertainty lurking behind his words.
As we made our way out of the rocky space, the jungle loomed larger around us, every step feeling like a frantic race against time. We had removed the oxygen leaf masks, the air now a mix of earthy scents and rising fear. The path back to the village stretched long before us, fraught with danger, and the looming threat of the sky people hovered heavily in the air. My thoughts were consumed with Neteyam—had he successfully drawn them away, or was he already in trouble? I hated the idea of leaving him behind, yet I had no choice. Sayura needed me now, and I had to trust that Neteyam could take care of himself.
