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...
♪ War by James Horner ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Chapter Twenty-Nine: Accusations
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The night air was cool against my skin as Sayura’s wings carried us closer to the higher camp. The glow of the bioluminescent plants and trees from the jungle of the floating mountain came into view, its soft light casting a faint halo over the gathering below. My heart was pounding—not from the flight, but from the storm of emotions inside me.
I tightened my grip around Txä'vo, who leaned heavily against me, having his arm wrapped around my shoulder while his other hand the side of his ribs in pain. His breath was labored, his body weak from his injuries, his eyes remained slightly close yet sharp, as he winced from the body pain he endured.
As Sayura landed, along with Ayura and Txä'vo's ikran behind us, the crowd began to gather. At first, there was silence—a stillness that seemed to stretch endlessly. Then came the gasps and murmurs.
“He's here!” a voice cried out, and who the 'he' was referred to, was quickly taken up by others.
I slid off Sayura as I disconnected my queue from her and turned to help Txä'vo down. My arms were already sore from carrying his weight earlier, but I ignored the ache, wrapping my arm around his waist as I guided him off the saddle. The moment his feet touched the ground, the crowd surged closer, their faces a mix of relief and worry.
Prayers were whispered, hands reached out acknowledging Txä'vo and his horrible state, but I kept my focus on Txä'vo, steadying him as he stumbled slightly. Until a person came about, holding Txä'vo from the other side, lightening his load on me.
From the throng, Anufi emerged, her eyes widening as they landed on the injured Olo'eyktan. The firelight reflected off her sharp features, making her look even more imposing than usual.
“What has happened to him?” she demanded, her voice sharp, almost accusatory.
“There is no time for this now,” I replied, my tone firm as I nodded toward Txä'vo. “He needs care.”
Anufi’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she turned and barked orders to the designated healers. Within moments, another Na’vi rushed forward with a wooden made cloth bed. I helped them lift Txä'vo onto it, his weight sagging heavily against me before they carried him toward the main healing hut.
I followed close behind, refusing to leave his side. I knew what was coming—the questions, the stares, the blame. I could feel Anufi’s eyes burning into my back as she walked behind me.
Inside the hut, the healers moved quickly, their hands gentle but efficient as they began to tend to Txä'vo’s wounds. I stood to the side, my heart still racing.
“Now,” Anufi said, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade, “tell me what happened. Where have you been? Why is Txä'vo like this? And where is that boy?”
