From paying for my sins

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

𝔸ℝ𝕐𝔸 moved stealthily among the trees, their foliage providing cover from the harsh sun above. With practiced ease, she readied her bow, drawing back the string with precision. But as she prepared to release, a moment of hesitation gripped her, her hand instinctively drifting to her pregnant stomach. Pausing to catch her breath, she took a moment to steady herself, feeling the weight of both her unborn child and the task at hand.

With determination, Arya loosed her arrow, only to watch it miss its mark as the startled animal darted away. A soft chuckle reached her ears, and she turned to see Neytan approaching, his presence comforting amidst her temporary setback. He tenderly kissed her forehead before placing his hands gently on her swollen stomach, a silent reassurance of their shared journey ahead.

"The forest of Pandora hold many dangers. But the most dangerous thing...about Pandora... is that you may grow to love her too much."

Neytan sat beside the crackling fire, his eyes reflecting a depth of sorrow as he softly sang, holding a songcord in his hands.

"We sing the songcords to remember. Each bead... a story in our life."

The Na'vi people, accompanied by Norm, the doctor, and Jake, encircled the couple in a heartfelt embrace, welcoming the new addition to life - their son. Together, they sang a melodic celebration, uniting their voices in joy for the precious arrival.

"A bead for the birth of our son."

Neytan proudly held his son high, presenting him to the Na'vi community as his chief heir. Arya gazed up at her son with eyes filled with pride and an overwhelming love. "Neteyam!" Neytan proclaimed, and the gathered people echoed, "Neteyam!" in joyous unison, affirming the significance of the moment.

"A bead when we adopted our daughter, Kiri."

Arya cradled Neteyam in her arms while Neytan encircled her waist. Together, they stood with Norm, their gazes fixed on the tube containing Grace's avatar, pregnant with new life.

"Born of Grace's avatar. A daughter whose conception was a total mystery."

In the gathering darkness of Pandora, Arya and Neytan found solace holding their two children. While Neytan attended to the food preparations, Neteyam was secured against his chest. Arya, cradling Kiri, observed as the little one wrapped her five-fingered hand around Arya's pinkie. A tender smile graced Arya's lips as she leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Kiri's forehead.

"A bead for the first communion with Eywa. The people say we live in Eywa... and Ewya lives in us."

Arya cradled Kiri tenderly, feeling the warmth of their bond as Neytan held Neteyam close, their connection palpable in the air. Mo'at approached them, her presence soothing yet powerful, and gently placed their queues on the vine of the Tree of Souls. As the vine began to glow, Arya couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with joy at the sight of Kiri's radiant expression, laughter bubbling forth. A soft chuckle escaped Arya's lips in response to Kiri's infectious joy. Neytan gazed upon the scene with a mixture of love and pride, his heart overflowing with affection for the two souls intertwined before him.

"The Great Mother... holds all her children... in her heart."

Arya found herself seated amidst a scene of familial joy, her son Lo'ak by her side while Kiri nestled close, and Neytan held Neteyam aloft, his laughter filling the air. With a playful spirit, Neytan spun around, holding Neteyam as if he were soaring through the skies. Arya couldn't help but laugh at the delightful spectacle unfolding before her, her heart swelling with love for her family. In that moment, amidst laughter and love, they found solace in each other's company, cherishing the simple joys that bound them together.

"Happiness in simple."

Arya dashed playfully through the open space, her movements mimicking flight as she pretended to soar like the mighty Toruk. Behind her, Kiri clutched a makeshift tool resembling the creature's fearsome form, her laughter echoing as she eagerly chased after her mother. With each step, Arya could feel the exhilaration of the game, the bond between mother and daughter strengthening with each joyful moment shared. In this playful exchange, they found a connection that transcended words, their spirits intertwined in a dance of love and imagination.

"But who would've thought a jarhead like me could crack the code?

The family gathered by the tranquil waters, the sunlight dancing on the surface as Neytan splashed gleefully, eliciting squeals of delight from his two children as they scampered away in playful evasion. Their laughter filled the air, a symphony of pure joy echoing through the serene surroundings.

Meanwhile, Arya found herself immersed in the cool embrace of the water, her playful antics mirroring Neytan's infectious enthusiasm. Beside her, Lo'ak perched comfortably on a nearby rock, observing the scene with wide-eyed wonder. As Arya splashed gently, she couldn't help but marvel at the simple beauty of these moments.

༄༄

Under the blanket of Pandora's night, the family nestled together, finding warmth and comfort in each other's embrace. Arya cradled her newborn daughter, Tuk, close to her heart, feeling the precious weight of new life in her arms. Neytan held Kiri snugly in his lap, with Lo'ak perched on his shoulder, and Neteyam resting peacefully behind them, completing the circle of their love.

As the night draped around them like a soft veil, Neytan began to weave the tale of their love story, his voice carrying a hint of playful nostalgia. "When I first met your mother," he began, his words met with eager anticipation from the children, "I was trying to kill her." The unexpected confession sparked laughter from the kids, their giggles filling the air. Arya interjected with a teasing smile, her eyes sparkling with fond memories. "It was love at first sight," she added, her voice laced with affectionate humor. Their laughter intertwined with the warmth of their shared love, enveloping them in a cocoon of familial bliss.

Neytan leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Arya's forehead, his love for her evident in every tender gesture. In this moment, surrounded by the ones they cherished most, they found solace in the beauty of their imperfect yet perfect family bond.

"Before we knew it, we had four."

"When we sent the Sky People back to Earth... a few of 'em stayed. Science guys, loyal to the Na'vi. And then there was Spider."

In the bustling laboratory, filled with the hum of machinery and the scent of scientific endeavour, a toddler boy with golden locks dashed through the aisles with unbridled energy. His laughter rang out, a melody of innocence that danced amidst the sterile surroundings.

A woman, engrossed in her work, turned just in time to see the whirlwind of golden locks approaching. With a smile, she swiftly reached out and scooped up the exuberant child, lifting him into her arms with practiced ease. His giggles echoed off the walls, filling the space with the pure joy of childhood.

Around them, the scientists paused in their experiments, momentarily captivated by the charming scene unfolding before them. With warm chuckles and affectionate smiles, they watched as the woman and the child shared a moment of playful connection, reminding them of the simple pleasures found in the midst of their complex pursuits.

"He was just stuck here. Too young for a cryo-capsule."

"You little wild man," the woman affectionately chided, her voice tinged with amusement as she lifted Spider out of the lab, his laughter bubbling forth in response. Cradling him gently in her arms, she savoured the sound of his joy, a fleeting moment of pure innocence amidst the scientific rigors of the laboratory.

"Orphaned by the war... he was raised by the lab guys."

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"Spider, take your spare!" Norm's urgent voice echoed through the room, catching Spider's attention as he darted towards the door. "I'm just going to the village!" Spider called back, his tone light and carefree, as he swiftly exited the building and ventured into the dense foliage of the forest. With determined strides, he navigated the familiar paths, his senses attuned to the subtle rhythms of the natural world surrounding him.

"He wasn't part of our family. He was like a stray cat. Just always around. Inseparable from our kids."

Spider found himself immersed in the joyous laughter of children as they played by the water's edge. Their gleeful shouts echoed through the air, mingling with the gentle sounds of nature that surrounded them. With boundless energy, they chased each other in playful abandon, their spirits soaring amidst the simple pleasures of childhood.

Meanwhile, Arya and Neytan observed the scene from a distance.

"To Neytan... he would always be alien. One of them."

Neytan's gaze lingered on the scene before him, a subtle intensity in his eyes as he observed the children playing by the water's edge. His thoughts weighed heavy on his mind as he turned to his mate, his voice soft yet firm with conviction. "He belongs with his own kind," Neytan murmured, his words carrying a solemn undertone as he voiced the concern that had been gnawing at him.

Arya met his gaze, her expression a mixture of understanding and determination. Without a word, she reached out and clasped his hand in hers, a silent gesture of solidarity and reassurance.

As dusk settled and the family returned to the sanctuary of their home, Arya found herself amidst a familiar scene of sibling rivalry. With furrowed brows and raised voices, Lo'ak and Kiri engaged in a spirited debate over a coveted toy, each adamant in their claim.

"It's mine!" Lo'ak's declaration filled the room, his tone brimming with determination.

"Why should I let you have it?" Kiri countered, her voice laced with defiance as she held her ground.

Arya observed the exchange with a mixture of amusement and patience, her presence a calming anchor amidst the escalating tension. With a knowing smile, she watched as her children engaged in their verbal joust, navigating the intricate dance of sibling dynamics.

"It took me a few years to get the language through my skull. But now when I hear it... it might as well be English."

"I hate you!" Lo'ak's voice pierced the air, filled with frustration and anger, directed towards his sister, Kiri. "Well, I hate you times infinity, Lo'ak! Penis face!" Kiri retaliated, her words laced with equal parts indignation and childish insult.

The heated exchange escalated, the tension palpable in the room, until Arya intervened with a firm but gentle tone. "Hey! Hey! That's enough," she interjected, her voice cutting through the hostility like a soothing balm. The siblings turned their attention to their mother, their expressions a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. Arya's gaze held a quiet authority as she continued, "Don't make me come over there."

Her words carried a subtle warning, tempered with a mother's unconditional love. In that moment, amidst the turmoil of sibling conflict, Arya stood as a beacon of calm and reason, ready to guide her children through the stormy seas of emotion with patience and compassion.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

By: SilverMist707

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