If I die, if I stay
Give me strength

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

𝔸𝕊 they arrived at their destination; the ship loomed ominously before them. Arya wasted no time in issuing orders, her voice sharp with urgency as she directed Tonowari to halt their advance. The Na'vi warriors obediently came to a stop, anticipation thick in the air as Arya peered through the scope of her gun. Her heart clenched at the sight that greeted her-Tsireya and her two children, Lo'ak and Tuk, bound and vulnerable on the edge of the ship. Arya's blood boiled with a mixture of fury and fear, her grip tightening on her weapon as she turned to address Tonowari. "They got our kids. Your daughter," she hissed, the weight of the situation heavy upon them all. Ronal and Tonowari echoed Arya's sentiments, their voices filled with anguish as they named their own loved ones-Tuk and Lo'ak. But their anguish turned to cold dread as Quaritch's voice crackled through Lo'ak's communicator, issuing a chilling ultimatum.

Arya's jaw clenched as she listened to Quaritch's threats, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination. But her resolve was tested when Quaritch aimed his gun at her son, a primal instinct to protect surging within her. "You know better than to test my resolve," she hissed back through the communicator, her voice laced with steel. "Just wait."

Turning to face Ronal and the waiting warriors, Arya's expression was resolute as she prepared to face Quaritch alone. But her path was blocked by Tonowari, his spear barring her way as he spoke with unwavering conviction. "They are killers of tulkun. They must die. Here. Today."

A heavy silence settled over the group as Arya spoke, "It's me that they want. That's what all this has been about, alright? The hunting of our tulkun. The taking of our kids." Her words weighted with the gravity of their situation. Tonowari's expression was stoic, his silence a testament to the weight of Arya's revelation. But Ronal's voice pierced the silence like a blade, accusing Arya of being the catalyst for their current plight, "You brought this upon us! You!" Arya met Ronal's accusatory gaze with unwavering resolve, her jaw set in determination. "Then it's me that has to do this," she declared, her voice firm and resolute. With Tonowari's silent permission, Arya stepped forward, her gaze fixed ahead as she steeled herself for what lay ahead.

Meanwhile, high above the scene, Neytan's heart pounded with frantic worry as he watched the events unfold. Through his communicator, he pleaded with Arya for answers, his voice filled with desperation and fear. "Ma Arya... what is happening? Ma Arya?" he called out, but there was no response from his wife. As Neytan's panic threatened to consume him, memories of their earlier discussions resurfaced, reminding him of Arya's willingness to sacrifice herself for the sake of their family. Dread clawed at Neytan's heart as he realized the depth of Arya's resolve, leaving him trembling with fear and helplessness. "No, no... Arya, please..." he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the wind.

Lyle's voice cut through the tension like a blade, his words tinged with the cold certainty of a soldier. "Easy shot," he remarked, his finger hovering over the trigger of his rifle. But Quaritch, ever the strategist, intervened, his command firm and calculated. "You hit her now, they attack. Wait till she's on board," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. Tuk and Lo'ak watched with bated breath, their hearts pounding in their chests as they feared for their mother's safety. Lo'ak's anger simmered beneath the surface, his muscles tensing with frustration and concern for Arya.

Suddenly, Paykan emerged from the water with a powerful burst, crashing onto the ship with a force that shook the deck. The Na'vi and the humans alike were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the massive creature. Paykan's arrival was not without consequences, however, as some of the men onboard opened fire, their bullets bouncing harmlessly off his thick hide.

Lo'ak's eyes widened in alarm as he witnessed his friend's distress. "Brother!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with urgency and concern. With a swift and determined motion, Lo'ak lunged forward, delivering a powerful kick to one of the men, sending him sprawling forward to be crushed beneath Paykan's massive fin. Seizing the opportunity presented by Paykan's diversion, Arya surged forward, her battle cry ringing out across the tumultuous scene. With steely determination, she charged into the fray, her weapon held tightly in her grasp. Behind her, the Na'vi warriors followed suit, their own cries of defiance echoing through the air.

Neytan, soaring high above on his ikran, watched the chaos unfold below. With a swift and precise movement, he notched an arrow onto his bowstring and took aim at the pilot in the jet. With a steady hand and unwavering focus, Neytan released the arrow, watching as it found its mark and sent the jet hurtling downward to meet its fiery end.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Arya and Neytan fought with relentless determination. Arya's sharpshooting skills proved deadly as she took down one of the enemy's speedboats, causing it to erupt into a fiery explosion. With precision and focus, she aimed again, taking out another boat with lethal accuracy. Meanwhile, Neytan's arrow flew true, finding its mark and striking down a man aboard a massive jet before it could even take off. But their victory was short-lived as Quaritch, riding atop an ikran, turned his sights on Neytan, unleashing a hail of bullets in his direction. Neytan's heart pounded with adrenaline as he dodged the incoming gunfire, his senses on high alert. Just as he thought he was about to be hit, Arya swooped in, her arrival a timely intervention. With her own weapon blazing, she diverted Quaritch's attention away from Neytan, allowing him to evade the deadly onslaught.

But Arya's respite was short-lived as Quaritch retaliated, his shots narrowly missing her as she dove underwater to avoid the deadly barrage. Seizing the momentary distraction, Arya sprang back into action, her tsurak lunging forward to grab hold of Quaritch's ikran.

With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, Arya dragged Quaritch and his mount beneath the surface, disappearing into the depths below. Her only thought was to retrieve her children, no matter the cost or the danger that lay ahead.

Lo'ak, Tuk, and Tsireya strained against their restraints, their efforts to break free growing more urgent as the ship sustained damage from the ongoing battle. Relief flooded through them as Neteyam appeared, his presence bringing a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

"Neteyam!" Tuk's voice rang out with excitement, echoed by a smile from Neteyam as he brandished his knife. Lo'ak, however, responded with irritation, though he couldn't hide his underlying gratitude as Neteyam began cutting them loose one by one. With Tsireya and Tuk freed, Lo'ak urged his brother to hurry, but Neteyam couldn't resist a moment of playful banter. "Who's the Mighty Warrior?" he teased, eliciting a smile from Lo'ak before cutting him free.

As they prepared to escape, Lo'ak's attention was drawn to a gun lying nearby. Concerned for their captured comrade, Spider, he insisted they couldn't leave without him. Neteyam reluctantly agreed, and the two brothers set off together, unaware of the unfolding danger.

Meanwhile, Kiri found herself captured by one of the enemy soldiers on an ikran, while Tuk rushed to her aid aboard the ship. With stealth and determination, Neteyam and Lo'ak approached the soldiers guarding Spider. In a swift and coordinated attack, they incapacitated the soldiers, but not without drawing attention.

As they made their escape, Lyle and another soldier spotted them, opening fire. Neteyam seized the gun from Lo'ak, returning fire to provide cover as they fled. "Go, go, go!" he urged, his voice drowned out by the chaos of battle. With adrenaline coursing through their veins, the brothers dove into the water, seeking refuge from the relentless onslaught. But as Neteyam followed and dove down. Lyle took his shot.

༄༄

As the shadows deepened and the eerie calm of the Eclipse settled over Pandora, Arya landed on a small rock island, her heart heavy with foreboding. The sight of her son, Neteyam, clinging weakly to Lo'ak's back tore at her soul. "Mom!" Lo'ak's voice pierced the air, filled with desperation and fear. Arya's stomach churned as she rushed to help, her hands shaking as she joined Tsireya and Spider in lifting Neteyam from the water.

"Oh, no," Arya murmured, her voice trembling with dread as she helped them to lift him up and laid him down gently. She cradled his head tenderly, her heart breaking as she turned him to find the source of his bleeding. Neteyam tried to speak, but Arya silenced him with a gentle shush. "It's okay. I'm here," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. With trembling hands, she guided Lo'ak to apply pressure to the wound, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Neytan's arrival brought a surge of both relief and anguish. "No, no, no," he muttered, his voice choked with emotion as he joined Arya's side, his hand resting on her shoulder for support.

"It's okay, son. You're... you're okay. I got you," Arya reassured Neteyam, her voice trembling with emotion as she caressed his cheek. Tears streaked down her face as she summoned a weak smile, her heart breaking at the fragility of life. "I want to go home," Neteyam whispered, his voice barely a whisper amidst the swirling winds of fate. Arya's heart shattered as she hugged him tightly, her words choked with grief. "I know. I know. It's okay, we're going home. We're going home." But before Neteyam could finish his sentence, his voice fading into eternity, Arya's world collapsed around her. "Mom, I..." he began, but his words were lost to the winds, stolen away by the cruel hand of fate.

As the devastating truth sank in, Arya's world shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, blurring her vision as she knelt beside Neteyam's lifeless form. "Neteyam... No. No, no, no. Neteyam!" Arya's voice cracked with anguish, a gut-wrenching cry that echoed through the desolate landscape, tearing at the very fabric of her soul. Each syllable was a plea, a desperate hope that this nightmare could somehow be undone.

Neytan's heart shattered at the sound of Arya's anguish. He reached out to her, his own tears mingling with hers as he tried to hold her steady amidst the storm of grief. "Oh, Great Mother," he whispered, his voice choked with sorrow and helplessness. Arya cradled her son's head in her trembling hands, her sobs wracking her entire body. "Not my son! Please! My son," she cried out, her voice raw with pain and disbelief. Every fibre of her being rebelled against the cruel twist of fate that had stolen her beloved child from her.

Neytan tried to offer words of comfort, but his own grief threatened to overwhelm him. "Great Mother, please..." he murmured, his voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of sorrow that surrounded them. But Arya's anguish knew no bounds. "No!" she screamed, her voice filled with a mother's agony, her heartrending cries piercing the stillness of the air. Around them, the everyone wept openly, their own hearts breaking for the loss they all shared.

"My son! Please... take me not him!" Arya pleaded with the heavens, her voice a desperate plea to the forces of fate. Neytan held her close, his arms a feeble barrier against the enormity of their grief, as they both surrendered to the crushing weight of their sorrow.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

By: SilverMist707

I cried watching his death again and having to write it (T.T)