And I been walking this earth

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

ℕ𝕖𝕪𝕥𝕒𝕟 stood behind Neteyam, helping him aim with his bow as their target, a fish, swam in the little pond. "He's gonna come out from behind those big rocks. There he is," Neytan whispered, guiding his son's aim. Neteyam pulled back and released his arrow, which hit its mark with precision. "There you go. Go get it!" Neytan said proudly as Neteyam eagerly went to retrieve their catch.

"Yeah! Hey, Neteyam the mighty fisherman," Neytan exclaimed with a grin as Neteyam held up his arrow, the fish skewered at its tip, giggling with delight. "Wow," Neytan crouched down to Neteyam's level, examining the fish. "That's a big one." Neteyam pulled out the arrow with his father's help, his smile as wide as ever. "By the rocks. Right where you said," he said, beaming with satisfaction. Neytan returned the smile, his heart swelling with pride at his son's success.

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"How tall is he?" Lo'ak asked, observing as Arya carved a line on the pole with her knife while Kiri and Spider watched Neteyam getting his height measured. "He's... that tall," Arya replied, indicating the mark she had just made as Neteyam turned around to look.

"He's tall," Lo'ak commented, impressed.

Arya nodded in agreement, and Kiri laughed in amazement at Neteyam's height.

"Goes by too fast. Like a dream."

"Kiri," Neytan called out to his now teenage daughter, his voice carrying a mix of affection and authority. Arya, the family photographer, busied herself readying the camera to capture the moment.

"Bro, come on," Neteyam called to Lo'ak, urging him to join the rest of the family for the photo. Arya swiftly made her way to Tuk, who stood patiently by her side, with Lo'ak, Neteyam, Kiri, and Neytan forming a semi-circle behind them, their arms linked in a familial embrace.

"Smile, skxawng," Neteyam joked, using the Na'vi term for brother, as Arya prompted them. Most of them smiled warmly, ready for the snapshot, except for Kiri, who looked visibly annoyed, her arms folded across her chest. Despite Kiri's demeanor, Arya captured the moment, preserving the family's bond in a single frame.

"Happiness is simple."

In the depths of the night on Pandora, when the world was veiled in shadows and the stars glittered like scattered jewels in the vast expanse above, Neytan and Arya took flight. Mounted atop their ikrans, their silhouettes melded with the darkness, their bond with the majestic creatures evident in every graceful movement. The air was cool and crisp as they soared, their ikrans' powerful wings slicing through the stillness of the night. Moonlight danced upon the tips of their feathers, casting ethereal glows that illuminated their path through the nocturnal realm.

Neytan and Arya raced through the night sky, their laughter echoing across the landscape, a symphony of joy amidst the tranquil Pandora night. With each beat of their ikrans' wings, they embraced the freedom of flight, a timeless dance between rider and beast.

Their laughter mingled with the gentle rustle of the wind as they playfully jostled for position, a testament to the unbreakable bond between brother and sister. In that fleeting moment, as they soared together under the canopy of stars, Neytan and Arya found solace and serenity in the embrace of the night.

"Like date night. Time away from the kids."

They soared through the night, the cool breeze caressing their faces and the mist from the cascading waterfall below tickling their senses. Neytan's laughter filled the air, a melody of joy that echoed across the landscape, while Arya's smile radiated warmth as she watched the man she loved, the father of her children, her Neytan, reveling in the freedom of flight.

Arya couldn't contain her own laughter as she swooped over him, their movements synchronized in a dance of exhilaration. With each graceful turn and twist, they wove through the night sky with effortless grace, their bond as palpable as the air they breathed.

As they glided through the darkness, Neytan gently guided them to a secluded platform, where they alighted, Arya nestled in his arms. With a contented sigh, Neytan closed his eyes, savoring the tranquility of the moment, while Arya gazed up at the vast expanse of stars above, her heart swelling with love.

In the stillness of the night, Arya listened to the steady rhythm of Neytan's heartbeat, finding solace in its familiar cadence. Yet, amidst the twinkling stars, her gaze fell upon a particular celestial body, its brilliance drawing her in with an inexplicable pull.

"But the thing about happiness... it can vanish in a heartbeat."

Arya sat up abruptly, her movement causing Neytan to stir from his peaceful reverie. He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze as she stared intently at something in the sky. Curious, Neytan followed her line of sight, his brows furrowing in confusion at first, but then widening with horror as he beheld what she saw.

There, amidst the tranquil expanse of stars, was a sight that sent shivers down Neytan's spine. A dark, ominous shape loomed in the distance, its presence casting a pall over the otherwise serene night sky. It was a foreboding reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of their sanctuary, a threat that Neytan and Arya had hoped to leave behind.

Fear gripped Neytan's heart as he realized the implications of the looming danger. Without a word, he reached out to Arya, his hand seeking hers for comfort and reassurance in the face of the unknown. Together, they watched in tense silence, their hearts heavy with dread, as the shadowy figure continued its ominous advance across the heavens.

"A new star in the night. It could only mean one thing."

"Ships. Decelerating."

"And Sky People returning."

As the ships descended upon Pandora, the lush home of myriad living beings, the very essence of Eywa's creation, a pall of dread descended upon the land. The flames of destruction licked hungrily at the verdant landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. Trees, once towering monuments to nature's grandeur, succumbed to the merciless advance of fire, their charred remains casting haunting shadows upon the scorched earth.

Amidst the chaos, the creatures of the forest fled in terror, their panicked cries echoing through the air as they sought refuge from the inferno that consumed everything in its path. But for many, there would be no escape from the cruel fate that awaited them, as the flames claimed both flora and fauna alike in a tragic symphony of destruction.

As the ships disgorged their cargo of RDA machine suits and soldiers, the air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the ominous rumble of machinery. Armed and determined, the soldiers emerged from their metal pods, their faces hardened with resolve as they set about their grim task of carving a path through the ravaged landscape to establish a new RDA base.

Meanwhile, Arya and Neytan watched in horror from a safe distance, their hearts heavy with grief and rage at the desecration unfolding before them. Neytan's tears flowed freely, his cries of anguish mingling with the crackle of flames as they lowered themselves to the ground, seeking solace in each other's embrace.

Arya's gaze burned with fury as she beheld the scene of devastation, her hands clenched into fists as tears streaked down her cheeks. In that moment, amidst the chaos and destruction, she vowed to fight against the forces of greed and destruction that threatened to consume their world, her determination unwavering in the face of adversity.

As the Na'vi warriors soared through the dense forest atop their majestic ikrans, their determined cries echoed through the canopy, a primal symphony of defiance against the encroaching threat of the RDA. Neytan, resolute and unwavering, led the charge with Arya by his side, their bond unbreakable even amidst the chaos of battle, their two sons flying beside them with courage in their hearts.

As they approached the looming presence of the RDA train, Neytan's voice crackled over the communicator, commanding the ground team into action. With a thunderous roar, the warriors on direhorses surged forward, their weapons at the ready. Some wielded bazookas, unleashing destruction upon the train tracks, while others charged with ferocity, their battle cries piercing the air.

The train shuddered and groaned under the assault, its metal frame buckling and breaking as it careened off the tracks, sending debris flying in all directions. The accompanying RDA ships moved to retaliate, but before they could react, Arya descended like a avenging spirit, her fierce determination evident as she targeted the ships' vulnerable points with deadly precision.

Neytan, ever the skilled archer, let loose his arrow with deadly accuracy, taking down the RDA soldier manning the machine gun before swiftly dispatching the pilot, sending the ship hurtling towards the ground in a fiery blaze. Arya watched with a mixture of pride and admiration, a smirk playing upon her lips as she thought, 'That's my man.' The cheers of victory erupted from the Na'vi warriors as they celebrated the destruction they had wrought upon their oppressors. Arya wasted no time in rallying her comrades, urging them to seize the moment and gather the spoils of their hard-won victory.

As they swiftly moved to collect the weapons and resources from the wreckage, Arya remained vigilant, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. Meanwhile, her sons, Neteyam and Lo'ak, circled overhead on their ikrans, their youthful enthusiasm undimmed by the perils of battle.

"Bro, we have to get down there," Lo'ak urged his older brother, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"No way! Mom will skin us!" came the hesitant reply from Neteyam.

"Come on. Don't be a wuss," Lo'ak retorted, his daring spirit compelling him forward as he led the way, with Neteyam reluctantly following suit, their bond as brothers driving them into the fray.

"Taking the whole case! We're taking mags, the RPGs, the stingers," Jake called out to the Na'vi warriors, who swiftly began distributing the weapons among themselves. Lo'ak landed with Neteyam close behind, urging his brother to keep up. "Bro, let's go. Come on!" Lo'ak called, his urgency evident as he dashed forward, with Neteyam hot on his heels.

"Here, boy. Go!" a Na'vi warrior handed a gun to Lo'ak, prompting Neteyam to follow suit. "Lo'ak! You don't even know how to use it," Neteyam protested, but Lo'ak confidently loaded the gun and replied, "Mom taught me." Meanwhile, Arya scanned the surroundings, her eyes caught sight of her two sons. Before she could reach them, a cry of warning pierced the air, alerting them to imminent danger. "Gunship's inbound!" Arya shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos as she sprang into action. The ships unleashed their deadly payload, missiles hurtling towards the Na'vi people as they scrambled to get away. "Bro, come on!" Lo'ak screamed at Neteyam, urging him to run. But before they could escape, the impact of a missile explosion sent them flying before a Na'vi shot the ship down.

"Lo'ak, where are you? Neteyam!" Arya's voice rang out with panic as she searched frantically for her sons. When she finally found Lo'ak, she rushed to his side, embracing him tightly before checking him for any serious injuries. "You okay? Where's your brother?" she demanded, her heart pounding with fear. Lo'ak pointed in the direction where Neteyam had been thrown. "That way," he said, his voice trembling with worry. Arya wasted no time, her maternal instincts driving her forward. "Get outta here! Go!" she ordered Lo'ak ensuring his safety before sprinting towards the spot where Neteyam had disappeared.

"Neteyam!" Arya's voice was a desperate plea as she followed a trail of blood, her heart pounding in her chest. "No, please, no," she whispered under her breath, her hands trembling with fear, "No, no, no, no." Finally, she spotted Neteyam lying on the ground, and relief flooded through her.

"Mom?" Neteyam's voice was weak and pained as Arya lifted him up, her hands shaking as she checked him for injuries. "What are you doing here? What the hell were you thinking?" Arya's voice was a mixture of relief, anger, and panic as she scolded him. But as she kissed his forehead and hoisted him onto her back, her tone softened. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, mom," Neteyam murmured as Arya ran with him towards her ikran, determined to get her sons to safety.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

By: SilverMist707

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