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Avatar: The Return of The Songbirds
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Ongoing, First published May 21, 2023
Mature
Looking back on the past holds nothing but pain and heartache for me and my family now. We were once a part of the beautiful Tìk'nui clan, but my people were better known as the songbird clan. We were neighbors to all and to no one at the same time, virtually unseen by most due to our innate ability for staying hidden in plain sight. I do believe that the only reason we were known by other clans at all was due to us singing the songs of our ancestors every night. We kept ourselves buried deep within the trees of the forest, and hunting was really the only time we would leave the comforts of the tree tops. Our home's and walkways were all built on top of tree branches and reinforced by the tree bark of our Kelutral...our home tree. Our home tree was mighty. She was the center of our village. Everything we were was structured around her. We lived in what most would call a paradise. We were relaxed and simple people. Family oriented and caring. We were never violent...but that all changed the day they arrived.
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