(This story is probably going to be pretty violent, but I don't plan on having any sexual material or foul language, so I'm going to give it a "T" rating. This story's going to start after the movie. Please enjoy.)

Avatar: Go to Sleep
One: No Peace (Prologue)

The humans were gone and so the Na'vi were at peace.

But things were not as easy as that. While it was true that the Omaticaya clan no longer faced an existential threat from a single, sentient force, they did risk extermination—in the cultural, social, and political sense of the word. And that was because if things carried on as they had been going for the past year, those who remained of the Omaticaya clan would be forced to leave, to disperse, to assimilate into other clans and to vanish from the pages of history.

Memories would remain of them. At least, for some time. Because even if not a single other hub of memories, of the collected consciousness of their race was ever destroyed again, memories would be lost. Memories would be forgotten. In time, memories would become legend, would become folklore, would become myth, would become fantasy, and in time, no one would believe that the Omaticaya clan or its members ever actually existed.

Home Tree had been home for the Omaticaya, and had been since their clan had existed. It was said that the first member of the Omaticaya clan had been wandering the jungle for days before falling into a strange, dreamlike state—and then waking up in the safe, protected heights of Home Tree. Since that time, he and all of his descendants had lived there, and all of his descendants knew—or thought they knew—that their descendants would live there as well.

Now Home Tree was gone. And although those responsible for its destruction had suffered a military defeat and then been expelled, there was no security and without security, there was no peace.

For some time, the Omaticaya clan had tried to live in the mountains. That didn't work—unpredictable gravitational fluctuations made it impossible to build or store anything there, and apart from that, when the ground suddenly tilted in the middle of the night, some people would be lost in the dark and confusion. Generally, the oldest in the clan would be among those unfortunate enough to plunge off the unforgiving surfaces, but of late some young children and infants had lost their lives as well. Recently, two hunters struggling to save their young ones had fallen, too, and that was when Jake—the new leader of the Omaticaya clan—had decided that it was time to move.

After all, not just the past, but the future and the present of the clan was at endless risk in the Hallelujah Mountains. There had to be a better place.

But there was certainly no peace in the jungle. In the heart of the forest, predators prowled, endlessly, and those herbivorous animals that had fought the humans alongside the Na'vi now posed an almost infinite threat to the clan. Sure, a few of them could be taken down in hunts, and if some of them came upon the camp, even at night, they could be turned away.

But when fifty hammerheads showed up, all hungry, all angry and on edge from being set upon by a vicious thanator, there was nothing that the Omaticaya could do but run.

And run they did, for a week on end. It took them roughly as long to assess their losses… and their losses had been grave.

Few of the clan elders remained. Mothers and children had died. Hunters had died, too, and of great personal sadness to Jake was the fact that when the clan went to the old RDA base to attempt to find at least temporary shelter, both Max and Norm were… missing. The base had not been destroyed and limited plant growth suggested that they had only been gone for a few weeks, but they were both gone and lost forever.

For ten days, the Omaticaya clan rested at the old human encampment. But that brief period of calm too came to an end when an onslaught of nomadic banshees killed off most of the clan's children that remained, and sent the survivors running again.

It was only at that point that they encountered a potentially long-term place where they could make a new life, outside of the traditional boundaries of their clan. It was a grove of trees, tall trees, though certainly none of them could have approached even half the height that Home Tree had once boasted. Still, these trees were high enough off the ground to be impervious to ground-based predation and defensible enough from the sky to offer at least sufficient protection from banshees and other winged threats.

So, at least children and the elderly could live in comfort. That was good, but there were drawbacks to the Omaticaya clan's temporary home.

One was the climate. Because in contrast to the pleasant weather enjoyed more or less year-round by Home Tree, it rained in what would come to be called Big Grove. It rained a lot, and even cursory examination of the terrain of the area made it obvious that when it began to rain it was likely to continue to rain for weeks or months on end. Big Grove, after all, was located in a valley in the shadow of a sudden mountain range, right next to the coastline of a massive inlet. Clouds from the ocean were enticed to rain by the mountains, and once the process of precipitation began, it was very difficult to break.

The bottom of the valley was therefore extremely prone to flooding—sudden, violent torrents of water would plunge down from collected basins in the mountainside to flush out most of the flora and fauna that existed in the area within minutes.

It was for this reason that producing enough food to feed the clan was difficult. Hunting parties had to be sent days' travel away to hope to come back with anything of value, and gathering edible vegetation in the area was a painstaking and often unsuccessful endeavor.

Life in Big Grove, therefore, was sustainable. But only just. And everyone knew that it would only take one period of severe hardship to take away what little the clan had gained since moving to the area.

Something had to change. Something had to be done, and Jake knew it.

Still, it was only on a dark and stormy night when he managed to consolidate all of the concerns of the clan and all of the knowledge of the Na'vi race and come up with the beginnings of a plan. As dismal winds howled through the treetops and sent chilling shivers down the spines of all the Na'vi who counted themselves as part of the Omaticaya clan, he lay, awake, at the side of his woman.

By morning, he knew what to do. By afternoon, a hunting party that had been sent out to the north returned with sufficient meat to sustain life for another week. And by evening, Jake got the whole clan together and shared with them his vision of how to ensure the survival of the Omaticaya clan.

(I guess this prologue is just my way of checking for interest. Please tell me your thoughts about the introduction to this piece so that I can plan out future events as needed.)