Wanume, a warrior of the Tsamsiyu clan , was crafting new arrows when she heard it. A distinct faint noise that everyone had heard before. The humans were coming, and for what, a few rocks? As if that was a legitimate reason to launch these never ending attacks. She quickly grabbed what she had and ran toward the Kelutral, wondering why they were coming here this time. Her people were annoyed and slightly confused as the scouts reported numerous gunships that the human skyperson told her and the clan about. What was her name? Grace, Wanume thought, that must have been her name. She had told them about everything, the weapons, the people, and how to deal with them.

The children ran around in panic as they were herded into groups, and headed into the forest to wait the attack out. The warriors of the clan were readying their weapons, checking their arrows and fixing the bows. The pa'li whinnied in fear of the noise, while the people continued to evacuate, just in case something was wrong, and then...there they were. They came low and fast, armed with huge rockets and mounted machine guns.

At first the ships just flew over, low enough to see the soldiers inside. They left for a few seconds flying over the trees into the distance, but then they turned around and came back. The lead one in the group fired first. The first rocket fired shook the ground and her people were thrown off their feet.

"Sempul what is going on? Why are they here?" she cried in alarm. Another rocket fired and her father disappeared from view as she was blasted to the ground.

She got on her feet, looking for her father, her people running around as they were continuously bombarded by the rockets. Bullets ricocheted off the rocks as the strange human walkers moved, and her people blasted to pieces. A disgusted look appeared on her face as she watched in denial about the things going on around her. There had been attacks like this before but she knew that this was it she knew that this attack was different, full of raw, purely evil intent than her clan had never encountered before. Her mother ran out in front of her.

"Wanume, you must get out of here! It is too dangerous!" her mother yelled as she pushed her towards the trees.

"But Sa'nok ,I must stay here with you, the sky people will kill you, you must come with me!" Wanume cried as her people disappeared in a red dust. A sky person popped out of the bushes letting out a stream of death stones. Wanume drew her arrow back and hit the sky person, but not fast enough, as her mother was caught in the man's fire and a stray bullet hit Wanume in the arm.

Even before Wanume knelt down she knew that her mother was with Eywa now. Inside of her a fire was raging in anger as she looked around. The children were cut down, their bodies flew to the ground, letting out screams and cries as they went. Right now, however, there was no time for thought, only action. She moved toward her mother again, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mother's face was bloodied, but peaceful. She took her mothers bracelet and knife as something to remember her by, closed her mothers eyes, and ran.

Blood covered her body and Ewya knows what else. She felt sad, horrified, angry, and vengeful for her people, her friends she would leave behind, and never see agian. But nonetheless, she cared most of all for her family, and her parents had said to run.

Wanume darted off into the trees, terrified, as everything exploded around her. She watched as the sky people decimated her village and destroyed all the living inhabitants. She cried silently when a strange flame protruded from a soldiers weapon and burnt her home.

She considered her options; stay here and die or a nearby clan called the Omaticaya, who they often had clan meetings with, might take her in if she could make it out alive. Wanume ran to the pa'li pasture located away from the village and jumped on a nearby pa'li, the sky people unaware of her presence as she galloped away quickly. She rode through the night, hoping no prey would hunt her in her weakened state. A Palalukan was very territorial and she hoped she didn't pass in their territory. When the Omaticaya Kelutral came into view, she suddenly felt very tired as the adrenaline stopped surging through her body, a whole nights worth of adrenline. Her legs sore from riding in the saddle that long, her mind not alert as she looked for the pa'li pasture. She headed there and got off the pa'li, gripping her arm as it hurt badly. She walked into the village, everyday normal life going on, nobody really awake or noticing her. They just went about their daily business. She walked into the base of the tree wondering why nobody heard the rockets. And then, she realized how far she had traveled. A tall warrior, his status indicated by his clothing and necklace, walked towards her at an alarmingly quick pace yelling something...but she couldn't hear. He quickly grabbed her uninjured arm, and the surrounding noise suddenly increased as more people began to notice her appearance.

Everything started to go black and fade away as the warrior appeared in her view, and...

-To be continued