• Book 1 out of 4 of "The Way To Save You" series. Scrapped the old summary. Here's a quick one: We have a purple Na'vi heroine, age 15. Her clan's dead. She survived 7 years of RDA experimentation. Mutated to have rapid regeneration. Her healing can be shared via blood-contact and tsaheylu. She escaped. Got caught by Mangkwan, turned into a slave healer. She escaped. Ultimately meets Neteyam and saves him when he gets shot. Story begins at the part where girly has already escaped the Mangkwan, and Neteyam and Lo'ak are just about to be promoted as scouts for the train raiding scene in ATWOW. This is an immersive longfic with World Building x 100 because I included references from the comics and from so many avatar wiki pages which I also explain in detail at bottom notes for those of you who only watched the movies. This Avatar - Neteyam AU fanfic: • is currently undergoing rewrites to "make it make sense." • has long chapters in the revised ones. (Avg. 7k words) • is canon-divergent (includes author's own interpretation of incomplete souls and Spirit World rules). • is written in switching 3rd person POVs. • has lots of photos and terminology lists for your convenience (though I recommend reading this on AO3 where the terms are html embedded to tumblr redirects for quick definition) A SAMPLE OF MY WRITING (from an unrevised chap): "Listen to me," Neteyam said, his focus narrowing entirely on her, his brows furrowed with genuine concern. He shifted, his hand moving to cover hers where it rested, white-knuckled and trembling against her thigh. Her skin felt fever-hot against his palm, a sharp contrast to the cooling spray of the sea. "Focus on this," he told her, keeping his voice low and steady to cut through the sound of the surf. He needed her to stop staring at the horizon with those dead eyes. "Feel the weight of my hand. The salt on your skin. You are here, Hiraya. Right now. You're with me, and we're above the surface. Stay in the light."

Stories do not care for our maps, nor do they end where we plant our flags. We cross this cruel land learning only one true lesson: that everything we love is merely borrowed. The valley swallows men whole. The winter steals the green from the earth. Great houses grow silent, and names we once whispered in the dark dissolve into nothing but memories, the only territory where the dead are still allowed to walk. Perhaps that is why grief, as sharp and biting as a north wind, eventually feels like an old friend. There is a terrible mercy in its certainty. The ground does not bargain, and the soil does not give back what it takes. Once the spark has left a man, your only task is to learn how to carry the heavy, hollow ache he left behind. But every now and then, the world breaks its own laws. Sometimes, what the earth claimed does not stay buried. A face you surrendered to memory suddenly stands before you, breathing beneath the very same sun. Yet, after years spent learning how to breathe around their absence, their return does not feel like a miracle. It feels like a phantom, too cruel to trust and too real to deny. There are ghosts we weep for because they are gone, and then there are the ones who trail dust into the parlor and come home. We like to think the trail is the great test of a soul. Perhaps we are wrong. The hardest part isn't surviving the crossing. It is learning how to live after the world has taught you only how to survive. And perhaps, at last, Kayce Dutton will learn the one thing he has never known how to do: let go. - Triggers warnings. - Trauma - PTSD - Violence - Blood - Murder - Eventual sexual content - Torture I do not own Yellowstone/Marshals or its original characters. I only own my original characters and storyline.