A year after Neteyam has died, Lo'ak is still struggling with his trauma. The voices in his head and the guilt he feels eat him up. Though he might have made many mistakes in the past, he belongs to the Metkayina clan now and has to fulfill different rites to become a man and a true warrior. Is he strong enough to get trough his new tasks? Will he get peace with himself and his family?

✧༄✧ 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗦. 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌. Leela, 𝖱𝗈𝗍𝗑𝗈 and 𝖲𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. Leela knew exactly who she was. 𝖱𝗈𝗍𝗑𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾. 𝖲𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝗦𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗 𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆. She had her whole fairytale life planned in her dreams, and was just waiting for that dream to become reality. Safina 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝘕𝘢'𝘷𝘪 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇. 𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗥: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲

When Lo'ak is abandoned in the middle of the ocean, the akula that attacked him seriously injures him and Payakan does his best to bring him back safe and sound. Meanwhile, his family is sick of worry. Update every sunday

Lo'ak understands his father's anger comes from a place of worry and it is not bad-natured, but it does not mean it hurts any less when his father's stare is so icy. Jake's attacks stop. He does not intend to traumatize his son - does not know that he already did. Lo'ak has always felt like a stranger even in his own family. He just wishes someone could see him for who he is. ... His naked feet thump gently against the ground as he moves swiftly, bow and arrows carried easily in his hands, like they always belonged there. He hurries along the familiar paths, smiling in delight at the many atokirina around him, twirling gently, lighting up the darkness of the night around him.

Jake hauled Neteyam up, one arm under his shoulders, one hand slapping hard over the bullet wound. Neteyam gasped, clawing weakly at his vest. "Dad," he choked. "Lo'ak -Lo'ak's still on the ship-" Jake's heart had faltered. A violent, sickening misfire. The way of water has no beginning and no end. The sea gives and the sea takes. (Neteyam is shot and hanging on by a thread. Lo'ak is taken by the RDA. Jake is losing his mind, but not his boys. Not ever.) Artwork by PatriciaR8

"Dad, I..."The Son exhaled his final breath before laying still. There was still so much to say but with such little time. The other son, sat there in shock as his once blue hands were now painted with crimson red blood. -"It is all my fault."

This fanfic is about Lo'ak primarily, all the characters are featured with their story's and arch's (of course) but is based on what would've happened if Lo'ak chose his knife instead of the gun that night on the beach and actually made an attempt... I don't think we got enough of that scene or reactions so this fanfic dives into that disclaimer (Lo'ak does not die) (neteyam is very much alive so is Ronal and Rotxo) ships: Tsireya x Lo'ak Neteyam x Aonung I don't own these characters at all they belong to James cameron!!!

The nightmares began the very first night without Neteyam, each one tearing him awake in terror and grief, his screams echoing through the marui and rousing his family from sleep. Every day he struggles to keep himself together, to eat, to speak, to breathe without feeling like he's dragging the weight of the world and his brother's death on his shoulders. He withdraws into himself, flinches at every touch, presses his hands into his leather bracelet, where the scares hide. As if the pain there could anchor him to reality, and the more he fights to stay present, the more he feels himself slipping, hallucinating, fading.