Mansk storie

Avatar fanfic oC x Mansk "What are they again?" Asked Mansk and looked at Quaritch behind shaded glasses. Miles Quaritch stood on the other side of the room. In front of a big table filled with his soldiers, recom soldiers. "Bounty hunters called Kxan'toru, they will do anything for gold, diamonds you name it," Miles said and smirked. "And this girl is supposedly the best one and she doesn't like Toruk Makto." He pressed a button on the table and a hologram started playing, showing a Navi girl on a black ikran. Her eyes looked dangerous, but beautiful. At least if you asked Mansk. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

A innocent na'vi woman who only wanted to keep her promise. Well a surten recom had to make everything harder. Let's see how that turns out. !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

Pandora had always been a world that spoke through sensation rather than sight - through the trembling of roots beneath the soil, the slow breathing of the ocean, the pulse of living stone that remembered every step ever taken upon it. For Aeyra, this language was not poetic metaphor but reality itself. Abandoned for being different, shaped by solitude and survival, she learned to listen where others only looked, to feel where others demanded proof, and to trust a world that had once rejected her with the same merciless honesty she gave in return. She did not know that the war beyond her island had ended. She only knew that the sea was bringing something broken toward her. And Pandora, as it always did, was about to change her fate. The fanfic was based on James Cameron Avatar movies

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 | ❝𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚.❞ ✩ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐀𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚. ✩ 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.