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 Thirty-One: The Sarentu
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Time passed slowly in the cold cell, each second dragging as I tried to push through the haze of pain and exhaustion. Every half an hour, the device on my neck would take turns sending electric pain down my body for a good ten minutes, like a punishment I was meant to endure. My body was weak, but my mind refused to surrender. I couldn't.
The faint hum of the cell's lights was interrupted by the sound of footsteps again. I tensed, bracing myself. This time, two Avatars—guards entered the room, and their rifles slung across their backs. They didn't speak, but their body language was enough—they were here to take me somewhere.
"Where now, you skxawng?" I rasped, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the strain in my throat.
One of the guards gave a mocking smirk but didn't answer. They unlocked the chains binding me to the wall, the cold metal falling away from my wrists and ankles. My muscles screamed in protest as they dragged me to my feet, the effects of the fluid injected into me last night still making my limbs sluggish.
But I didn't resist. I needed to see where they were taking me. I needed to map out where I was exactly. I needed information.
They pushed me down a corridor, the bright lights overhead almost blinding me after the dim confines of my cell. The hallway was eerily silent, save for the occasional mechanical hum from the walls. I memorized every turn, every door we passed, knowing that any detail could be the key to the outside.
We finally stopped in front of a heavy metal door. One of the guards tapped his scanner card over the screen, and the door hissed open to reveal a larger room—a lab, its walls lined with monitors and equipment I was slowly beginning to understand. In the centre of the room was a chair, equipped with restraints and surrounded by an array of instruments.
Mercer stood by one of the monitors, his back to me. He turned as I was shoved into the room, a pleased smile spreading across his face.
"Neteyam,"he said, his tone as smooth and smug as ever."Welcome to the next stage."
I narrowed my eyes at him, staying silent as the guards forced me into the chair and secured the restraints around my wrists and ankles. The cold metal bit into my skin, but I ignored it, keeping my focus on Mercer.
"Still defiant, I see," Mercer mused, stepping closer. "Good. That makes this all the more satisfying."
