Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction only. I am not tied in any way to the people that write Avatar (apart from being their No. 1 fan). I've used names and place names from the origional film, but that's just because I like the sounds or can't be bothered to think up my own. The story in no way relates to the film.
Anyway, my fanfic is set on Pandora, 120 odd years after the time of the first human expedition. Pandora is now divided into the Cities, which are populated by New Pandorans (Na'vi who have adopted a human way of life) and the Wildlands, where life goes on as it did before the conquest.
Leia is a New Pandoran with a less-than-reputable past. On a trip to another City, the hover craft she's on crashes, leaving her stranded on the outskirts of the Wildlands. She is taken prisoner by a small group of Na'vi. Life with the tribe isn't as bad as she thought it would be, and one of her guards seems oddly familiar. But when the group's settlement is bombed, her guard drags her along on a desparate journey that leads them to the unimagionable......