Give me strength

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

𝕃𝕆'𝔸𝕂'𝕊 soothing voice cut through the tension, his words a lifeline in the darkness closing in around them. "You just have to slow your heart down. Be real calm," he coached, his gentle touch grounding Arya as he placed his hand on her stomach. "Breathe from here. Hey, breath from here," he guided, demonstrating the slow, deep breaths.

As Arya followed her son's lead, Lo'ak continued, his words carrying a sense of ancient wisdom. "The way of water has no beginning and no end," he murmured, his voice steady and reassuring. "The sea is around you and in you. The sea is your home... before your birth and after your death."

Arya absorbed her son's teachings, finding solace in the timeless wisdom of the ocean. "The sea gives and the sea takes. Water connects all things. Life to death. Darkness to light," Lo'ak concluded, his words echoing in the chamber as the water continued to rise.

Meanwhile, Neytan and Tuk were greeted by a mesmerizing sight—the school of glowing fishes illuminating the darkness around them. Tuk's eyes widened in wonder as she looked underwater, spotting her sister Kiri. With a smile, Kiri swam to them, her presence a beacon of hope in the darkness.

"Hi," Kiri greeted softly, her voice carrying a sense of calm reassurance. Tuk's joy was palpable as she exclaimed, "Kiri!" Neytan watched with a mixture of love and relief as Kiri assured her sister, "Everything's going to be alright, little sister."

Turning to her father, Kiri offered him the gill mantle, a gesture of protection and love. "Dad... I'm gonna give this to you. It'll help you," she explained, her voice filled with unwavering determination to ensure their survival.

"Mom, you can do this. You're strong," Lo'ak encouraged, his voice a steady anchor in the swirling currents of uncertainty. Arya took deep breaths, her son's words a lifeline in the darkness closing in around them. Meanwhile, Kiri smiled at Neytan, her eyes reflecting a quiet confidence. "Trust me. Calm your heart. Big breaths," she advised, her presence a calming presence amidst the chaos. Together, they held onto each other, their breaths synchronized as they prepared for what lay ahead.

With a final deep breath, Lo'ak signalled the start of their descent, his determination palpable. "Last breath," he announced, his voice tinged with urgency and resolve. Together, they submerged into the water, following Kiri's lead as she guided them through the maze of obstacles.

Arya swam alongside Lo'ak, her strength waning with each stroke. But her son's unwavering support spurred her on, driving her forward even as her energy dwindled. Meanwhile, Kiri held onto Tuk, guiding her sister with gentle reassurance as they followed the shimmering path of light created by the glowing fishes. As they approached the moon pool, hope flickered anew within them. With the fishes illuminating their path, Lo'ak helped Arya navigate through the pool, their determination outweighing the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm them. But Arya's strength faltered, her body protesting against the strain of their journey. Lo'ak noticed Arya's struggle and acted swiftly, his heart pounding with fear as he grasped onto her, propelling them forward with renewed urgency. But just as despair threatened to consume them, the sound of Payakan's voice cut through the darkness, offering a glimmer of hope.

With Payakan's guidance, they swam upwards, breaking through the surface of the water into the cool night air. Gasping for air, Lo'ak and Arya clung to each other, their breaths ragged as they fought to fill their lungs with precious oxygen. "Hold on. Just breathe. Just breathe," Lo'ak urged, his voice a beacon of strength amidst the tumultuous sea.

Lo'ak turned to Payakan, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you," he expressed, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. Payakan responded with a solemn nod, acknowledging the sentiment. Arya observed the exchange between her son and Payakan, a surge of maternal pride swelling within her. Placing her hand gently on Lo'ak's cheek, she guided his gaze towards her own. "I See you... son," she affirmed, her words carrying a depth of emotion that transcended the surface.

Lo'ak met his mother's gaze with a soft smile, his heart warmed by her words and the bond they shared. But their moment was interrupted by the urgent calls of their family. "Ma Arya!" Neytan's voice rang out, filled with both relief and concern, drawing Arya's attention towards him. "Mom!" Tuk's cry followed, happiness in her tone. "Dad!" Lo'ak's voice joined in, his eyes reflecting both urgency and reassurance.

Arya swiftly moved into action, her maternal instincts kicking into high gear. She helped Tuk onto the fin beside Neytan, ensuring their safety before turning her attention to Lo'ak and Kiri. "I got you," Lo'ak reassured Kiri, his voice steady and supportive as he guided her towards safety. With their family reunited, Neytan embraced Arya tightly, relief flooding his senses as he took in the scars and wounds marring her face. Arya met his gaze with unwavering love and gratitude, pressing a tender kiss to his hand as they held onto each other, finding solace in their shared embrace amidst the chaos of their surroundings.

"Tshakas stick together. It was our greatest weakness... and our great strength."

As Kiri expressed her gratitude to the Great Mother, Arya's gaze lingered on her family, a mixture of love and concern evident in her eyes. But as she surveyed their faces, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her vision to blur and her senses to reel.

Feeling a sharp, stinging pain erupting from her wound, Arya couldn't stifle a groan, drawing Neytan's immediate attention. His eyes widened with alarm as he took in her distress, his voice filled with worry as he reached out to her. "Arya, what is it? What's the matter?" he asked urgently, his hands moving instinctively to assess her injury.

Arya winced as Neytan's touch applied pressure to the wound, revealing the blood seeping from it. Neytan's denial echoed through the air as he realized the severity of Arya's condition. "No... no, no, no," he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief and fear as he fought to stem the flow of blood, his hands trembling slightly with urgency.

Lo'ak's panic was palpable as he stood by Arya's side, his concern mirrored in his expression as he glanced at his sisters. "Payakan, take us to the village! Quickly!" he commanded, urgency lacing his tone as he urged their guide into action.

With swift movements, Neytan lifted Arya onto his back, his heart pounding with anxiety as he felt the warmth of her blood seeping through his clothes. He wasted no time in calling for his ikran, the loyal creature responding promptly as it swooped down to their location. As they took flight towards the village, Neytan's voice was filled with reassurance, though tinged with desperation. "You're okay, you're going to be okay," he murmured softly, his words a fervent prayer as he clung to the hope of Arya's survival.

But as they soared through the air, the world around Arya began to fade, her senses overwhelmed by the darkness encroaching upon her consciousness. Amidst the chaos, Neytan's voice was the only sound that pierced through the haze, his desperate cries echoing in the distance as he called out her name, a plea for her to hold on against the tide of darkness threatening to consume her.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

Neytan remained steadfast by Arya's side, his heart heavy with worry as he watched over her unconscious form. It had been two long days since Arya had last opened her eyes, two days filled with apprehension and silent prayers for her recovery. Ronal's skilled hands had patched her up just in time, staunching the flow of blood that had threatened to steal her away from them. The children, restless with anxiety, huddled together inside the dimly lit hut, their worry etched across their faces. Tuk remained close to Kiri and Spider, seeking solace in their shared concern, while Lo'ak sat beside his brother Neteyam, which Eywa has heard their pleas and gave him back to them as Tsireya took him back to the village so Ronal could aid the wound, his gaze fixed on the still figure before him.

As the hours stretched on, Neytan's gaze never wavered from Arya, his silent pleas echoing in the quiet confines of the hut. Leaning in close, he pressed a gentle kiss to her eyelids, his voice a soft murmur filled with longing. "Please, please come back to me," he whispered, his words a fervent prayer to the spirits above.

In a moment that seemed to hang suspended in time, Arya stirred, her eyelids fluttering as consciousness slowly returned to her. Blinking away the haze of sleep, she turned her head to survey her surroundings, her eyes settling on the faces of her beloved family. But it was the sight of Neteyam, standing there with life restored to him, that brought tears to her eyes. "Neteyam?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, the sound piercing the stillness of the room and drawing the attention of everyone present. Heads turned, gazes filled with a mixture of disbelief and joy as they beheld the miraculous sight before them.

"Arya!"

"Mom!"

With tender caution, Arya's family gathered around her, their arms enfolding her in a warm embrace, mindful of her still-healing wounds. Neytan, Tuk, Kiri, Spider, and Lo'ak all leaned in close, their love and relief palpable in the air as they surrounded Arya, their matriarch, their heart and anchor.

But Arya's gaze drifted past them, drawn inexorably to the figure of her son, Neteyam. Tears welled up in her eyes, a flood of emotions washing over her as she beheld her beloved child, restored to her side against all odds.

In that moment, overwhelmed with gratitude and joy, Arya cried out, her voice trembling with emotion as she held her family even closer to her. They were whole once more, united in their love and strength, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"A parent protects. It's what gives them meaning."

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

In the quiet sanctuary of Ronal and Tonowari's hut, Arya stood, her gaze steady as she addressed the two leaders of the Metkayina clan. "My family and I... we'll move on tomorrow. Far away from here," she declared, her voice resolute yet tinged with a hint of sadness.

Tonowari, his weathered face etched with wisdom, responded in a measured tone, "Your son bonded with a tulkun. You are Metkayina now as Omaticaya." His words carried a weight of recognition and acceptance, acknowledging Arya and her family as part of their community, bound by shared experiences and bonds forged in battle. Ronal, ever the stalwart ally, added his assurance, "You fought with us. You stand with us." His words echoed the sentiment of solidarity and kinship that permeated their newfound alliance.

Arya dipped her head in gratitude, a silent acknowledgment of the trust and support extended to her and her family. "Thank you for everything," she murmured, her voice conveying heartfelt appreciation for the kindness and hospitality they had received. Ronal's smile was warm and genuine, a beacon of reassurance in the dimly lit hut. Tonowari extended his hand, a gesture of solidarity and camaraderie. Arya clasped his arm firmly, her grip a testament to the unspoken bond that now united them as allies and friends in the face of uncertain futures.

"And there it was. We are Sea People as we are Forest People. This is our home."

As Neytan finished his song, his emotions still raw, he glanced at the songcord with a mixture of relief and lingering sorrow. But then Arya appeared beside him, her presence a balm to his wounded soul. Gently, she reached out and wiped away his tears, her touch a comforting reassurance in the midst of his turmoil.

"I thought I lost you and our son," Neytan confessed, his voice heavy with emotion as he met Arya's gaze. Arya's eyes softened with understanding as she spoke, her words carrying a profound sense of reassurance, "I'm not going anywhere. We are here, we have our family." Her words were like a lifeline, anchoring Neytan to the present moment and reminding him of the love and strength they shared together. With a tender smile, he leaned in and kissed her, his gesture filled with love and admiration for the woman who had stood by his side through thick and thin.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Hand in hand, Arya and Neytan swam gracefully through the crystal-clear waters towards the majestic Spirit Tree. The serenity of the underwater world enveloped them, a tranquil sanctuary where they could connect with the heart of Eywa.

Approaching the towering tree, they paused, their movements fluid and synchronized. With reverence, they each extended their queues towards the tree's glowing tendrils, feeling the ancient energy pulsating through their connection.

As they closed their eyes, the memories flooded their minds, transporting them to moments of pure joy and happiness. Arya's consciousness was filled with images of her beloved family, their laughter echoing in her ears as they shared precious moments together. Neytan, too, was enveloped in memories of his own, recalling the cherished times he had spent bonding with Neteyam, a father and son united in love and kinship.

In this sacred space, amidst the whispers of the forest and the gentle embrace of the water, Arya and Neytan found solace in their happiest memories, reaffirming the strength of their bond and the enduring power of love.

"I see now. I can't save my family by running. This is our home. This is our fortress. This is where we make our stand."

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The End of Avatar 2

By: SilverMist707

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