[Volume 1] Neteyam Sully was raised to live for others - leader's son, protector, believer in Eywa's balance. Duty is his inheritance and restraint is his armor. Ka'reya was born Mangkwan, among the Ash People who reject Eywa's path. But she believes anyway. In silence. In defiance. Faith is her rebellion and fire is the language she was taught to survive with. They are not meant to cross paths. They are not meant to understand each other. Yet something in him recognizes her strength. Something in her sees past his obedience. What grows between them is not gentle or safe - it is a collision of belief, loyalty and choice.

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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦, 𝘐𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘪? 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯? He reaches out and runs his rough palm over her skin. His fingers come back damp with ash-grey powder. He remembers the light line of her smile as she swooped around him. That smile had cost him everything. He doesn't catch it. She'd saved his life. He was sure of that, but why would an ash na'vi help him? And why does he help her? 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, he mutters, wiping her blood off onto the rock beneath them. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. ❥ Aonung was supposed to be strong. He was supposed to protect his people, as a good Olo'eyktan would, but following the battle with the RDA and the mangkwan, the Metkayina are grieving and his duty is greater than ever. Now he must overcome his own loss to save not only his family, but his clan. ❥ Ikari doesn't know how to live without her people. Injured and stranded in the reef without any word from the Mangkwan, she needs to adapt to a new life as learns to heal. With the son of the grieving chief seeming to be just as lonely as her, she might just find this harsh change manageable. She knows a thing or two about duty.