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...
♪ Shutting Down Grace's Lab by James Horner ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Chapter Sixteen The Silent Witness
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We sat in silence, the air around us heavy with the stories I had just shared. I had been so open now, letting Neteyam into my past with raw honesty as I recounted memories of this place and the life I once had here... something I had never expected to do in all these years of my life. Neteyam could still feel the sadness lingering in me, the weight of years spent carrying memories that had now turned to ashes around us.
Instinctively, Neteyam had reached out, offering me what little comfort he could in that moment, his hand on my shoulder and words meant to soften the ache that was so deeply woven into my being. And though the silence stretched on, I felt an understanding settle between us—an unspoken closeness as profound as the stories I had shared.
Then, something struck my mind and breaking the stillness, I turned to him, my gaze suddenly lit with something that shifted the energy between us. I took Neteyam’s hand, my fingers wrapping around his with a familiar warmth, and whispered, “I have something to show you," I said softly, my voice filled with something between hope and nostalgia.
Curious, Neteyam nodded, and without another word, I led him out of the small hut and into the quiet heart of the village. Shadows of old memories lingered in every corner, from worn paths winding between huts to abandoned tools left to gather dust. With each turn, my pace grew steadier, as if I was following a path I hadn’t walked in years but knew by heart. I held Neteyam’s hand tightly, making sure he was with me in every step.
Finally, we stopped in front of a large, familiar rock partially obscured by a curtain of vines and lush hanging plants. The thick foliage created a hidden entrance, almost like a portal that had been waiting for my return. I glanced at Neteyam, my expression unreadable but intense, and then I slipped past the curtain of plants, beckoning him to follow.
He pushed through and as we stepped beyond the vines, the narrow passage gave way to a vast cavern. I felt Neteyam's breath catch as he took in the scene. The cave was vast, much larger than he'd expected, its ceiling high and echoing with the faint sounds of water dripping somewhere far below. The atmosphere shifted; it felt like stepping into another realm. I now looked at Neteyam, whose gaze traveled around the cavern and as his eyes adjusted to the dimness inside, a soft glow of the heart of this hidden sanctuary I wanted him to see met his gaze.
