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...
♪ Mighty Eywa by Simon Franglen ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Chapter Eighteen Silent Warnings
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Just as me and Ma'vona were sat in silence, we suddenly heard sound flapping wings coming close. With a brief exchange of looks, both of us stood up as we walked out in a fast pace. My legs had gone numb but they carried me through.
The echoes of wings working together grew louder as Ma'vona and I ran out of the cave, instinctively alert, only to find Ayura standing right before us, with Ma'vona's bow and a bag of arrows on his neck. His piercing yellow eyes flickered in the under the sunlight, his massive wings folded as though he'd been waiting there. I walked to Ayura, caressing its neck before looking at Ma'vona. The cave and its mysteries had left us with an unspoken weight, something that lingered around us like a fog. I took a steadying breath, nodding towards Ma'vona.
“We need to get back.”
We climbed up, securing ourselves on his back as Ma'vona sat behind me, holding me the same way as she did earlier. And with a powerful leap, Ayura lifted off, his wings slicing through the thick, humid air. I felt the tension begin to fade as the ground grew distant beneath us, replaced by the calmness that came only with flight. The sky was now filled with clouds, offering shade above us. It was freeing, cutting through the sky, the day breeze whipping past us as we moved higher, each beat of Ayura’s wings filling the silence with a steady rhythm.
It didn’t take long before I spotted a few figures in the distance, silhouetted against the darkening sky—Txä'vo and a handful of warriors flying in a tight formation. Their Ikrans moved as one, a graceful, trained line that spoke of countless hours spent in flight together. I guided Ayura towards them, feeling the tension return as we closed the distance.
“Where have you two been?” Txä'vo’s voice cut through the air the moment we drew near. A note of irritation in his tone. It wasn’t just a question—it was a demand.
I fumbled for words, trying to think of a quick answer that wouldn't give away too much, but he raised a hand in a silencing gesture, shutting me off with a sharp shake of his head. “Never mind,” he muttered, his voice laced with a tone that left no room for argument. “We need to get back.”
As he turned away, something small and metallic caught my eye, clenched tightly in his fist. The object gleamed faintly in the low light, its smooth, foreign surface standing out against the raw, organic textures of everything around us. I felt a strange pull, a curiosity that gnawed at me, but something in Txä'vo’s expression kept me silent. Whatever he’d found, it was significant and for some reason... it looked awfully familiar, but his posture told me now wasn’t the time to ask questions.
With a firm grip, I steered Ayura to join the formation, the warriors around us glancing over, curiosity and wariness reflected in their faces. Together, we flew back toward our camp, the floating mountains looming ahead, casting jagged shadows across the sky. I kept my focus on the path before us, yet my thoughts kept straying back to the object in Txä'vo’s hand and the tension in his voice.
