𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙕𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙠𝙖 - 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 - 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙊𝙡𝙤'𝙚𝙮𝙠𝙩𝙖𝙣, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙤'𝙡𝙚𝙠 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙. 𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙙𝙪𝙩𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚. Cover art by yararts on Tumblr. I only own my OC, OC clan, and their storyline.

The time of war had ended. Peace flourished as the remnants of the RDA fled the Western Frontier, only leaving behind scraps of metal as proof they'd ever been there. For a time, Pandora began to heal. She reclaimed what the sky-people had ruined, stitching the wounds of time closed with root and vine. Life moved forward. The Resistance turned its focus to the living world Ewya breathed. Alma settled into her human body again. Ri'nela learned what it meant to carry the weight of a tsahìk's voice. Teylan shaped metal and wires into something meant to protect, rather than destroy. Yet, Tamtey did not find peace. Sleep brought the memories of TAP that haunted her, driving her from her bed night after night. Only the soft wind beneath unfamiliar stars offered any peace. She was rarely alone for long. So'lek always found her there, sharing quiet hours until the dawn chased away the dark, trading dreams and the horrors that kept them awake. Still, the forest shook with unease. Ewya's song wavered, strained by something distant -- quickly approaching. Smoke stained the horizon. Thin and gray, whispering against the clouds. A single flake of ash drifted down, landing on top of Tamtey's bouncing knee. So'lek reached out and swiped it away, pinching it until it vanished. "Ash..." he murmured, gaze fixed on the rising plumes beyond the trees. "And fire," Tamtey replied, her voice unwavering. The forest fell silent around them. Even the animals did not cry out. A new enemy was coming.

"Words, Ka'riya," he said quietly. "I need words." My throat worked before sound followed. Heat crept up my neck, settling in my cheeks, and I looked away despite myself. "Yes," I said. "I am sure."