Neytiri is my mother. Jakesully is my father. The only child of this mating, I am loved very much by both of my parents. My name, is Shay'tilah. By the measurements of my father, who still speaks differently then the rest of the People, says that I am seventeen years of age.
Even now he sometimes uses such odd phrases and words that earn him strange looks. He tells me that soon, when I am old enough to understand, he will tell me why we are different. I inherited his odd hands, with their too many fingers, and broader nose; but I have a thick weave of hair that hangs to the middle of my tail, unusual, I know.
I am the only one of my tribe like this, a weird half-breed, Tae'lik calls me. I do not understand. So now, I will approach my father and ask him, and finally he will tell me about this strangeness that persists.
I pulled in a deep breath and opened my eyes. The netting of my nest bed holds drops of dew, and I smile, taking this as a good sign, that things would be better than they had been for the past moons.
Little did I know how wrong I was, or what was coming.
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FanfictionThis is my story of belonging in the People of the Na'Vi. Love, trust, betrayal, heartbreak, danger and adventure played their roles in my life so far. And this is only the beginning.
