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"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 '𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺' 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴."
In the High Forest, they were the "Shield and the Spear." A perfect pair, a perfect example to everyone else. 𝗡𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗹𝗶 𝗧𝘀𝗲𝘆𝗸'𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻, the eldest son carrying the weight of responsibilities he never asked for, and 𝗡𝗮𝗵'𝗹𝗮 𝘁𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝘅𝗲𝗹𝗶 𝗡𝗼'𝗮𝗻𝗴'𝗶𝘁𝗲, the daughter of a fallen legend, wearing her mother's silver and her father's grief like armor. Their love was never a shout; it was the quiet breathing of the leaves, the steady hand in the dark, the awkward laughter, and the million confessions left unspoken in the shadows of the hometree.
When the sky fell and the recoms returned, the Sully family fled to the sea, bringing Nah'la as a favor for her father's last wishes. But the "Way of Water" is a harsh teacher. Between the stinging salt and the exposing deep blue, they finally began to realize that the "someday" they were waiting for was running out of time.