Hello everyone! This was an idea that popped into my head while I was reading... I forget what I was reading but it's still an idea. I just thought that I'd share it with you all just because and I want to see where this'll take me. Hope you like it!

-Hana

Disclaimer: ...I'm sorry I don't own this... I tried bargaining with James Cameron but he wouldn't have it. So now I'm stuck writing my ideas out in fanfiction... :(

Up in the highest branches of the Kelutral, reside the Ikran. This is how it has always been and always will be for as long as the Omaticaya are here. Up there, at night, it is peaceful. Most of the Ikran are asleep and the few who aren't just watch quietly, interested in the world around them. It's one of my favorite places to go when I cannot sleep.

I climb as high into the nests as the Ikran will let me before gazing out over the beautiful forests of my home. It's so tranquil here that I'm usually lulled to sleep, listening to the sounds of the Ikran's breathing. If only it was this tranquil during the day. Instead, the other Na'vi come and go as loudly as we Na'vi can ever be and the Ikran's are constantly making noise and being their endearingly vocal selves.

Don't get me wrong, I love the Ikran and I can't wait to get my own. I just wish they could be slightly quitter during the day. But then, they wouldn't really be 'Banshee's', as the Dreamwalkers tend to call them. I wonder if my Ikran will be as loud as some of these Ikran. Ney'tiri's Ikran, Seze, is probably one of the most vocal Ikran I've ever seen – and I've seen every single Ikran who's come through Kelutral since I've been able to get up here.

I hear my Sa'nu calling for me from the lower branches of the Kelutral and I start climbing down from my perch. I don't worry about falling; I've done it so many times. Every once and a while, I slip slightly but I manage to catch myself before anything happens. I'm halfway down when one of the Ikran brush past me to get to her rider and I miss my footing. I was careless; having already let go of the previous branch, I fall.

As I fall, the only thing I hear is a blood curdling scream that I barely recognize as my own. As my fall speeds up, I'm bounced off of many different, tiny branches of the Kelutral and am unable to grab any of them or slow my fall. I hadn't been over the main trunk of the Kelutral so it's only a matter of seconds before I'm falling from the canopy and into the open space above the ground.

In that instant, I regret allowing my parents to keep me from starting my hunter training – where I would've been taught how to correctly fall – for another season. Having seen the hunters-in-training practice once or twice, I try to imitate them by stretching out my body. There must be a reason they do that when falling from branch to branch… mustn't there?

My fall slows slightly before it speeds up again and I know I'm going to die.

I startle awake, safe and in my precious bed covered in old but soft purple linens. My breathing's ragged and I'm covered in sweat as I stare at the low ceiling of my bedroom – it's still decorated in different sized glowing off-white dots that represent what the starry sky would look like if the constant smog didn't prevent it. I turn my head and look over at my tiny desk, the surrounding wall space is covered in different star charts and maps and pictures of different planets that had caught my interest. Scattered across my desk, just as I'd left them, were news articles on one of the newest finds: a planet with humanoid like creatures!

Footsteps pound across the hallway outside my room, slowing as they get closer. The seven shades of purple and blue curtains that serve as the door to my room are gently pushed aside and a head pokes in. Without even looking, I know who it is. My father – the only real adult figure in my life – slides into my room quietly so as not to disturb me incase I'm still not completely here after my dream. Behind him, is my step-mother – the last person I ever want to see… I hate her and the sentiments are generally returned – she only pretends to impress my father.

"Tara, are you okay?" Papa asks as he sits down on the edge of my bed and runs his hand through my hair as he always does when I have a nightmare. I could not ask for a better father – even if he has horrible taste in women.

"I fell off a giant tree," I tell him. Deeming it just a stupid nightmare, my step-mother left to back to bed; I was happy to see her go. "I was someone else – a little girl maybe five years old. I was up in a giant tree with dinosaur bird-like creatures in almost every color – though they were primarily in blues and greens and orangish-browns. My mother – Sa'nu, I think is what I called her – called for me. I tried to climb down – I'd done it loads of times before with no problem – but one of the birds brushed past me and I fell… I think… I think I – she – died…"

"It's okay, my little star," my father reassures me. "Did you actually see her die?"

"I woke up before she hit the ground… I don't want to see anyone else die."

"I know, sweetheart," he smiles down at me as he picks me up and sets me on his giant lap before his arms engulf me in a giant bear hug. I try to wrap my arms around him but they're still too small to make it. "It was only a dream… and for all you know, another of those Pterodactyl's could have saved her."

"…I don't think they did," I let him in on my observations. "They were very hostile when you got too close to them – they only like their chosen riders and they tolerate those their riders say are okay… The girl was always snapped at for getting too close to one of the nests while she was climbing."

"You never know, there could've been a nice Pterodactyl in the bunch that saved her… or one of the riders caught her," Papa tries to give me alternates desperately. I know he hopes that I'll just accept one of them, but until I know otherwise… the little girl fell to her death in a tragic accident that could've been avoided if she'd never gone so high up there like she was supposed to.

"You're right, Papa," I say anyway and he knows that I really don't mean it. We both want this cat and mouse game to be over, however, so he allows the fib. "One of the riders probably did catch her…"

"See, now go to sleep," he smiles; the right side's just a hair higher than the left like always. "You've got a big day tomorrow, lots of exams for class placement."

"Oh, goody," I reply dryly. I hate school but I'll do it and do it right just to make sure I can get out of there all the faster. I can't stand the teachers thinking that they're always right and we, the students, don't know anything at all. And then the other students… the teachers are probably right about most of them. They're all a bunch of idiots whose only job in life is grow up and create more mindless drones. You would think that by now, at the age of fourteen, they'd be more mature than two year olds… I've seen eighteen month olds more mature.

"Go to sleep, Sweetheart," he kisses my forehead and tucks me back in. "In five short hours, I'll be making you some waffles to go with your algae as a special treat to help you get through that nightmare."

We both laugh. It's a tradition. Every year on Placement Exam Day, my father will splurge some money to buy us a couple of waffles and a tiny bit of synthetic syrup to mask the horrible taste of the algae and, in return, I do the best I possibly can – even if I hate it. We've been doing it since I first started school – back when mom was still with us. Because of this, I've done my best to score high enough to skip a level or two in each of my classes. I am the only ten year old in the fourteen-fifteen year old section solidly – and I'm even doing better than most of them. Sadly, that was not me bragging. It's true and you can look at the class standings to prove it. I was ranked third in the overall class by the end of last semester – my grades always suffer just enough every time I skip a level to keep me from first, not that I really want it anyway.

"G'night, Papa," I yawn and snuggle back down into my cocoon of sheets. He kisses my barely visible forehead and I hear his footsteps fading after they briefly pause in the doorway. I take one last look around my bedroom to make sure I'm still here before I succumb to the call of Morpheus.

So I hope you all liked it! Review, Favorite, Follow, or whatever it is you do when you like something or have a comment about it - I really like favorites.

Now, if anyone has an idea on what I should name the little girl who fell off of Kelutral, please review me your idea of a name and what it means. I have a couple of ideas on it but I want you guys to also have a say in it. My ideas include (but are not limited to):

Txe'lan (Heart in Na'vi),

Atan (Light in Na'vi),

Sevin (Pretty in Na'vi),

Tompa (Rain in Na'vi),

Tanhì (Star in Na'vi),

Mune (The number Two in Na'vi because she's a second child),

and, last but not least, Kato (Rhythm in Na'vi).

So yeah, you can choose which of those you like or you can come up with another name (and I want the actual meaning of the name) for her.

Love you all!

Hana