Calm Before The Storm, Jake Sully

066, You Will Protect Her.

♯┆calm before the storm .ᐟ
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     "It is fine..." Denahi attempted to soothe Riti as she climbed upon a rock. "Strong girl. Strong girl," She repeated as she stroked Riti's long snout. Riti continued to soak her burnt wing within the ocean, Denahi holding onto the comm on her neck, "Ma'Jake. Riti and I are on the ground."

Denahi looked up into the air, finding orange flames burning up multiple Ikran's. Na'vi people falling into the ocean with no life. There was no end to this. This was worse than what war had brung before.

Because it was Na'vi against Na'vi. The RDA being long forgotten since the Mangkwan decided to join teams. Join their side. Jake's heavy breathing could be heard in her ear, "You get to safety, Denahi. Don't fight. We're done." It was over for them.

There was no winning in this war. Denahi leaned her against onto Riti, revelling the tears that began to fall down her cheek.

That was until she heard staggering breathing as someone struggling to keep afloat in the ocean. Denahi perked up, looking into the distance to find Ronal swimming towards the rock. "Ronal!" Denahi exclaimed before helping her.

Her sight capturing the speargun sticking out of her chest. "Come, come," Denahi leaned Ronal against the rock, hand holding Ronal's stomach in hopes of feeling her baby.

"I am dying..." Ronal announced as Denahi pulled her bow into her hands. Denahi looked down at Ronal with a saddened expression before shaking her head, "You will not die, Ronal. Not now." Although her words cannot be true. Not with how the speargun stuck out from her flesh. Blood trickling from the deep wound.

"I am... I am dying, Denahi. But first, I will push out this baby," Ronal said. Denahi looked down at Ronal. Her first friend from the Awa'atlu village. Her only Metkayina friend. The first to accept her into this life, the first to bond over their pregnancies.

"Push... push!" Denahi exclaimed after she shot a Mangkwan in their chest. Ronal screamed out in pain, squirming and crying as she began to push her baby out, "One more push. That is it. One more."

Ronal's hand fell onto Denahi's, a silent thank you into helping her through this. "She is coming. I can see her," Denahi announced and Ronal breathed in relief once the screaming cries of her daughter was heard. Denahi rushed to attach their kuru's together, her daughter calming down.

"Thank you... Denahi," Ronal mentioned before Denahi nodded her head. "She is beautiful. What is her name?" Denahi asked as she held onto Ronal's weak hand.

"She is Pril," Ronal announced which made Denahi smile down at her. Ronal held Pril close to her chest, feeling her daughter for the last time. The first and last. "Pril is a good name. She will be strong... like her mother," Denahi told Ronal, wanting her to push through the pain she felt. To push through the feeling of her life draining.

"You will protect her?" Ronal asked.

Denahi looked around to make sure no Mangkwan threatened their area before she nodded her head and looked back at Ronal. "I will protect all three..." Denahi told Ronal, knowing these were her last moments.

Her three children needed protection. Needed a mother as much as their father. But when Ronal's arms fell, Denahi grabbed Pril and secured her against her chest. Pulling apart their kuru's so Pril wouldn't have to feel much more of her mother's death.

She was small. Too small. Denahi encased Pril in a makeshift baby carrier, protecting her against her chest.

"Your name is Pril. Your mother was powerful. You will be powerful, too. Strong and protective..." Denahi whispered to Pril, soothing her with soft hums.

Denahi looked back at Ronal once more before pulling the metal speargun from her chest. Cleaning the bleeding wound and wrapping her flesh in leftover fabric.

Her grief was soon cut short when the shout of her name was heard, "Mrs Sully!"

Denahi turned to Quaritch with a hiss, "Demon! I do not answer to you!" Denahi shouted back but withdrew her bow once finding Tuk and Malhua with knives against their necks. Her weaknesses— her children. Varang walked towards her with a knowing smile before tugging on her kuru.

"Mama!" Malhua shouted out to her mom, Denahi turned to them and shook her head. "Be silent. Do not speak," Denahi warned.

Varang turned to her and Denahi hissed straight into her face. "You want to keep it that way? When I have your daughters in such vulnerable state?" Varang questioned before Denahi looked at her children. The two of them being dragged in the air, under the claws of red and black Ikran's.

Denahi looked down at the ground before feeling claws encase her arms also.

*ೃ༄ Hayley's Corner :

Ronal and Rotxo's death had me in DISTRAUGHT AND DISTRESS.