Aonung rubbed his eyes, blinking away the blurry vision he had.
He turned his head, seeing Neteyam standing at the doorway.

Neteyam turned, smiling as he saw Aonung awake.
He walked over to him, putting his hands on his chest as he straddled him.
"Morning."

Aonung sat up on his elbows, resting his hands on Neteyam's thighs.
Neteyam leaned down, his head resting on Aonung shoulder.
"I'm leaving today, to go back to the forest."

Aonung sighed, moving a hand to rest on Neteyam's back.
"When do you leave?"

Neteyam groaned, wrapping his tail around Aonung.
"In a hour."

Aonung smiled, quickly flipping them around.
"Good."

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Neteyam walked to his Ikran, sliding a cloak over the tan shirt he wore.
He lifted his head, stopping as he noticed his family and Aonung's there as well.

Tonowari turned to him, his Skimwing beside him.
"It's been decided we will travel with you. You have seen our home, it is time for us to see yours."

Neteyam smiled, looking at the group and the animals.

Jake, Netiryi, Lo'ak, Kiri, Rotxo, Tuk, Tonowari, Ronal, Aonung, Tsireya, Fruno.

Neteyam scratched the back of his neck. Crossing his arms as he thought.
"Okay. Aonung will ride with me, Lo'ak with Tsireya, Tonowari and Ronal, Kiri with Rotxo, Mom take Tuk."

They all agreed, soon getting sat on their respective ride.

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"We'll land here for the night!"

Jake nodded, leading the group on the ground to the island.

It was decently sized, water all around it. Trees covering most of it.
It was both good for shelter and hunting.

Neteyam landed his Ikran, Jake offering to do a look from the water.

Neteyam took Aonung's hand leading him to a tree. His family doing the same.

He hooked a cloth between two trees, allowing them a small amount of shade for the eclipse.

Aonung wrapped his arms around Neteyam's waist, his back leaning against a tree.
The shorter sighed, turning in Aonung's hold.
"As much as I would love to stay in your arms, we need to rest."

Aonung nodded, leaning down and kissing his forehead.

They laid on the ground, Neteyam curled into Aonung's side.
Aonung lifted his head, looking over to Neteyam.
"Tell me what I should expect, when we get there."

Neteyam smiled, turning to see Aonung laying back down.
"My grandmother will pester us, like our mothers. Warriors will try to show off."

Aonung and Neteyam laughed, quickly remembering the people around them.

"But the kids? They will love you. Mainly your height. They like to be held."

Aonung smiled, peace falling over him. Lulling him to sleep.
Neteyam wrapped his arms around the younger, resting his head on his chest.
"Goodnight, Aon."

"Goodnight, Teyam."

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Aonung looked around as Neteyam led them through his home. Taking in everything he could see.

The paths were outlined in branches from trees, leaves shaking around them. Homes in between the trunks of the trees, some on them hanging in the sky.
Creatures he never even imagined running around, saddles on them. Children chasing them like pets.
Warriors holding spears, guns, knives, and bows walking around them. Eyeing them.

Neteyam stopped them, motioning a large group of warriors to them. In front, was one familiar to the group. He was the one who dropped Neteyam off at the reef.
"Efio, tell the warriors these people are protected."

The warrior nodded, jogging off deep into the woods. His friends following him move for move.

They walked until they reached the end of a pathway. Two huts, bigger than the others side by side. A clothing net connecting the two with a wooden table under it.

Neteyam led them inside, soon smiling as a older women walked out from her part of the hut, her arms pulling him into her.
"Hello Nonna."

Aonung recognized the name, his grandmother Mo'at.
Neteyam pulled away at an arms distance, turning her to the group.

All the Sully's ran to her, sharing a long-awaited embrace. Even Netiryi shed a few tears.

They finally separated, Mo'at eyeing the new guests.
She walked to Tonowari and Ronal, placing a hand on their shoulders.
"I thank you for their shelter."

The two nodded, giving her a small smile.
She pulled Tsireya into a hug, whispering something in her ear. Causing Lo'ak to smirk as his love blushed.

Aonung tensed as Mo'at came to him, quickly turning to her oldest grandson.
"You chose good child. Your children will have strong genes."

Neteyam groaned, hanging his head.
"And it begins.."

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The families sat around the bigger hut, enjoying a calm after a large dinner and multiple reunions.
Soon, the whole clan had come to see the families. Giving them welcomes and thanks.

Jake looked around, passing a smile to his son.
"You did well. It looks good here."

Mo'at smiled as she held Tuk in her lap, enjoying her families company.
"Of course. Neteyam made quick work."

Netiryi nodded at her son's praise, a smile on her face.
"How long has it been this way?"

"Neteyam moved us withing weeks. Weeks before he left us is when peace came."
Mo'at summarized, not knowing Neteyam hadn't told them it was safe for him to return so long ago.

Lo'ak turned towards his brother, his ears moving at every sound.
"Wait, you could've come back? Why didn't you?"

Neteyam closed his eyes, looking back to his grandmother who only seemed pleased.
"Would you like to continue your story?"

Mo'at smiled, throwing a bead to Neteyam in a playful manner.
"It is true he could've returned sooner than he did, but, he was very set on training the warriors. I had talked to him for weeks about his departure."

Aonung pulled at his necklace, not knowing what to say.
He knew Neteyam's duty was important to him, but it was different once he saw it.

Ronal shook her head, moving her eyes in Neteyams direction.
"It does not matter now, all that does is he returned. Safe and sound."

Neteyam smiled, thankful for her words.
Allowing a new conversation to spark, instead of one that would lead to an argument.

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"C'mon, you've been here for three weeks and you still refuse!" Lo'ak exclaimed, pushing Rotxo's shoulder.

They were hunting, observing the new groups progress.

Tsireya was the quickest learner, picking it up fast. Surprising them all as she was not trained a warrior back home.
Aonung had trouble at first, at almost everything, but with patience his tasks became easier.

Rotxo, on the other hand, seemed to forget everything by eclipses end.
"Bro, shut up. It's hard!"

Kiri laughed, picking up the bow and placing it back into his hands.
"It's only as hard as you make it to be, try again."

Rotxo lifted the bow, his arms stiff and bent incorrectly.
Kiri shook her head, slapping his elbows and stomach into correct positions.

Finally, he stood correctly. Or at least enough.
He released the arrow, his eyes widening as it hit the target painted on the tree. Yards away.

"See? Patience."
Kiri praised, taking his hand in her own.

The group laughed, walking down to retrieve his lost and made arrows.

Neteyam stopped as he heard a familiar sound.

Clink-Clink-Clink.

He quickly grabbed his knife and bow, turning to the others.
"Run!"

Everyone darted back to the pathways they came. Heavy breathing and feet hitting the ground.

Soon, they found their parents with the other warriors, confusion hitting their faces.

Neteyam grabbed the warriors attention, separating them in two groups.
"Uveyí, hide them! Gu'man, distract!"

The group followed Uveyí behind a large group of trees. Keeping low to the ground.
He stood in front of them, climbing up a tree and stringing an arrow.

They watched, in horror, as a metal robot walked through the path. A young forest Na'vi in it's arms. Avatars by it's sides.

The robot threw the girl on the ground, her blood splattering the grass around them.
She quickly turned around, holding the open wound on her leg.

Neteyam hissed in annoyance, flipping his knife in his hand.

The shortest of the Avatars stepped forward, holding a knife out to the girl.
"Where is your chief brat?"

The young girl let out a shrill cry, hissing as she crawled from them.

Neteyam jumped from the tree, his eyes narrowed as his warriors snuck from behind the intruders.
"Looking for me?"

The robot stepped forward, the glass shield splitting to reveal the one behind it.
He was the same man from before. Though his face and chest were riddled with scars. The bottom lip torn almost completely off.
"There you are!"

Neteyam lifted his arms from his sides, not once dropping his gaze on the man.
"Here I am."
He walked forward, carefully spinning the knife between his fingers.
"Although, I am surprised you are. The Palulukan must have thought you too bitter to eat."

Aonung looked to the others. Fear on all their faces.
Jake was holding Netiryi and Lo'ak back, stopping them from interrupting.
Though he could see his hand slowly reaching for his own knife.

The man scowled his face, or what was left of it. His metal arm pointing to an Avatar next to him.
He was taller than the robot, and Neteyam. His upper body built and his face slim.

The Avatar stepped forward, holding a knife in his hand. Hard enough his knuckles turned a light blue, almost white.

Neteyam turned towards the young girl, nodding.
She quickly ran back to the clan, not looking back once as she called out for Mo'at.

The two circled each other, Neteyam's warriors already making the other Avatars bleed.

"Shouldn't you be dead, freak?" The Avatar joked, his ears turning down.

Neteyam smirked, quickly grabbing the man in the robot suit.
"I do not die easy, but your kind does."

He tightened the grip on his neck, flinging him away as he felt the bones snap under his fingers.

He lot out a loud hiss, an arrow from high above landing in the Avatars chest.
Uveyí dropped down, nodding to the others it was safe.

They walked from the trees, seeing Neteyam holding the last Avatar by the jaw. Kneeling down so they were face to face.

The Avatar struggled against him, his breathing labored.

"You answer my questions, you die quick. You stall, you'll wish I fed you to my Ikran."
Neteyam whispered, losing his grip so the wounded could speak.
"Where is your post?"

The Avatar stuttered, closing his eyes to not squirm under the Olo'eyktan's glare.
"15 miles north..in a clearing."

Neteyam nodded, taking out his knife.
"How many are there?"

The Avatar looked around him, finding himself completely surrounded. He had nowhere to run, he couldn't escape.
"Twenty."

Neteyam looked to Gu'man, nodding to him.
"Have Hi'ná take care of it."

The warrior nodded, soon taking off in the clans direction.

Neteyam stood, releasing the fake Na'vis jaw. He pressed his knife to his neck.
Quickly, he lowered it, shoving it deep into his abdomen.

The Avatar gasped and winced, clawing at his killers chest.
"I-I thought..you s-said-"

Neteyam clicked his tongue, tilting his head.
"I know."
He leaned forward, bringing his lips to his ear.
"I lied, demon."

He moved his wrist up, cutting up to his neck before roughly pulling the knife out.
He rolled his eyes as the Avatar fell to the ground, blood and organs falling from the wound.

Efio walked forward, grabbing the Avatar and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Where do we put him?"

Neteyam tilted his head, smiling as he thought of an idea.
"Join Hi'ná and Gu'man. Drop it off on their doorstep."

The warriors around them smiled, pleased with the message they would send.
"Do you want us to take prisoners?"

Neteyam turned towards him, shaking his head.
"Kill them, all of them. Avatar bodies and Human bodies."

The warriors nodded, all walking off to follow his orders.

He turned, noticing the look on everyone's faces.
Jake stepped forward, his eyebrows furrowed.
"What the hell? We don't do shit like that Neteyam!"

Neteyam shook his head, flicking the free blood from his hands.
"No, you didn't do shit like that. I do."

Jake stepped forward, quickly being pushed back as Mo'at stepped in between them.
"You will not scold him!"

Jake shrugged his shoulders, his eyes and mouth wide.
"Why wouldn't I? That was-"

Mo'at interrupted with a chuckle.
"Since Neteyam became Olo'eyktan he has led us well. Yes, his methods are different than yours, that is true. But what is also true is the Sky-people are losing their numbers. For the first time in long, we do not live in fear! The sky-people are ruthless, so he's become merciless. You saw him, he protected that child, how dare you scold him for that? You raised him like this. Be proud, Jake, your son is a mighty chief."

He finally surrended his opinion, nodding and standing back beside Netiryi and Tonowari.
Mo'at turned towards Neteyam, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Come get washed, the child wishes to speak to you."

Neteyam nodded, following his grandmother.

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Neteyam stood at the doorway of his hut, cleaning the blood off his knife.

He turned as Ronal stood beside him, a bowl in her hands.
"You need to eat."

Neteyam swallowed hard, looking away from the bowl.
Recently, his appetite had depleted. Almost everything making him feel ill.

Ronal narrowed her eyes, leaning down and touching his forehead.
"You are not warm."

Neteyam shrugged, throwing his knife on the ground beside him.
He sighed, placing a hand under his chin.
"It's not that."

Ronal set the bowl down, sitting beside the boy.
She evened out her cloak, covering her stomach with her arms.
"Tell me what is wrong."

Neteyam cleared his throat, looking around before speaking at a low whisper.
"My appetite is basically gone. I haven't been able to eat anything for weeks. I can't sleep and when I do, I still feek tired. For Eywa's sake, I can't even look at blood without wanting to get sick."

Ronal furrowed her eyebrows, her ears turning in and out as she tried to connect the pieces.
"What are you saying?"

Neteyam turned his face towards her, balling his hands into fists.
"I think I'm pregnant.."