Hey I come with the begining of my first (semi) long Avatar fic. I hope you guys will like it as much as you guys like "Much to See" I saw Avatar again the other day and I kept wondering why Grace's school was shut down and how hostile the Na'vi were to outsiders (Okay well, i get the fact they don't like the invading humans) and I felt like there was something else too...Here's my take on it.

oh and I'm sorry about the Na'vi spelling, I have been researching but I am one of those phonetic spellers...this language is so not phonetic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing


The time of the Great Sorrow has passed and with it the time of the Toruk Makto. The sky people, "com-pa-nee" my Jake calls them, have been gone for two years. The "ski-en-tissts" like No'Men, who fixed his dream walker body, and small, fluffy Max remain in the old sky people camp. There are a few other "ski-en-tissts" and dreamwalkers who remain allies and they come and go as friends.

Now is the time for healing, for peace. Eywa has taken and now she gives.

One gift she has bestowed today lies in my arms. He is only a few hours old and is sleeping quietly. His tiny eyelids are wrinkled but closed. He dreams but of what only Eywa knows. I run my finger over the crown of his head, down to his pudgy blue stomach. His breath rises and falls in rhythm with mine. I move to his tiny hands where he has three perfect fingers that curve around my finger and hold tight.

Mother bends over him, muttering the prayer that will be my job to recite one day. When she has finished, I bring the little one closer and whisper a prayer of my own into his ear. "Be strong, be well, bring only joy." His ear twitches as I whisper but he sleeps on unaware as I hold him. His unique baby warmth is pressed against my chest making me smile.

"He will be strong," Mother brushes her finger over his small arms. "I feel it."

I have never been so thankful to have my mother standing with me. I hear her voice in my ear, guiding my actions. One day her voice will whisper in the wind as a part of Eywa. "Yes, he will be a great warrior one day."

From the hammock, Ninhat, his mother, laughs. "His father will be glad to know the future Tsahìk believes so."

I return the babe to Ninhat, who coos in her sweet voice. She begins to an old song about the hike to Iknimaya. But the child sleeps on. One day he will know his mother's voice. But not today. Not yet.

Mother and I bid them farewell with promises that my Jake and I will visit later. As we step out from the door, Ist'Tey is there. We giggle at his worry and tell him all is well. He scurries behind the door to his mate. Mother and I leave them to wonder of the perfection of their child.

As we leave Ninhat's branch and ascend the winding staircase of the New Hometree, Mother links her arm with mine. It is a gesture she has not done since I was small. I rub my thumb over the scar on the inside of her elbow, a slick shiny burn from the cinders of old Hometree. Already, Eywa is healing the wounds the Sky People created; old Hometree may lie in a sea of ashes but there are small plants beginning to rise up through the blanket. One day all traces of Sky People will disappear but that day will come when I have long since joined with Ewya.

The time of Great Sorrow may have passed, but some scars we bear will never go away. Some scars, like Mother's, of the body may fade in time. The ones of the mind, like my Jake's, can be coaxed away with loving thoughts. But the scars on the heart….those are the ones that never heal all the way, no matter how long the Sky People have gone.

"You are quiet, my daughter," Mother observes. "Is today not a happy day?"

I squeeze her am and lean into her strong shoulder. "Of course it is. I was simply thinking."

"You have done well today," she tells me as she gestures around the inside of New Hometree. We moved to this new tree only a few months after the war, realizing that the Tree of Souls was too small a place for us all to live. It is not as big as Hometree but in a few lifetimes, it will be. "The People, heal, begin again. Where there was only death, now is life." This may be new Hometree but in my dreams, I run through my Hometree.

"Eywa has taken and now she gives," I reply.

Mother turns her wise, wide eyes to me, the tiny spots alighting with her joy. "And has she given to you?"

I laugh. "What makes you think so?"

"I see the way you looked at that child," her hand grips mine. "I see the way your Jake looks at you."

For a brief moment, I can see my Jake cradling one as small as Ninhat's in his huge hands, the softness come to his eye as he watches this tiny warrior playing with the others, him teaching his child how to shoot a bow. All things that will come to pass in time.

My Jake was not sure if such a thing could happen for us. After watching Ninhat and a few other women begin to show and after how nothing changed in me, he tried to explain how the "gee-ni-teecs" of his dream walker body worked. I could not understand entirely, but I did enjoy his obvious unease and how the spots on his nose lit up.

But Eywa has chosen to bless us anyhow.

"I have not told him yet," I confided.

Mother put her arms around me. "My heart fills with joy for you both." She whispers. "But you should tell him soon. It will not be a secret much longer." She pulls back, cupping my face in her hands. "How I wish your father…." I feel her sadness leaking through her.

"Me too," I reply.

"And…" She doesn't need to say this name.

"I know."

Mother kisses my forehead. "Eywa be with you always."

"And you."

I bid my Mother good night and thank her for her advice and blessings. As I step out onto my mine and Jake's branch, he, of course, is waiting for me.

"I see you, my Neytiri." He greets me, his voice sending shivers all the way down my spine to my tail.

"I see you, my Jake," I reply with a small kiss. We speak English when we are alone, Jake's Na'vi has greatly improved but is still choppy every so often. My English has improved as well. But like my Jake with his Na'vi, it is still not as fluent as his. "We make a good team," he told me once.

"Where were you?" he wonders as I loop my arms around his neck. "You left early this morning and I haven't seen you all day." His hands run from my shoulders down to my back.

I pull back a little, smiling. "Ninhat and Ist'tey had a son this morning. Mother and I helped with the birth and gave the blessings."

My Jake smiles as well. But I can see the small sadness in his eyes, the longing that I felt too before I knew. "You'll have to do this a lot soon?" He asks, knowing many women are with child.

I nod. "Very often. It takes two women to help with the birthing and the Tsahìk gives the blessing."

His hands rest on the small of my back, thumb brushing up and down against my skin. It is a gesture when he thinks deeply.

"My Jake?" I murmur, feeling his whirling thoughts.

"It's nothing…" he insists, as he lifts his eyes to mine. But I see his wish for a child of our own. The time has come.

"I wonder…?" I begin breezily.

"What?"

I trace my hand over his cheek and feel him lean against my hand. "Who mother will choose to help bless our child…?"

My Jake's eyes widen in shock. For a moment he does not speak, nor does he seem able to. But his hands move up to my face and he draws me close until our foreheads meet. "My Neytiri." He whispers.

I swallow. "I know…you feared this could not happen but-" I don't speak anymore as my Jake captures my mouth. He kisses me so deeply my tail twitches.

"For whatever reason," he breathes when we've broken apart. "I couldn't be happier."

Later, after twilight has fallen into night, my Jake and I lie curled together watching the planet he calls Polyphemus pass us by.

"I like THam-ous," I try to pronounce Jake's brother's name.

"But what if it's a girl?" Jake counters. "We can't name a girl Thomas."

I shrug. "I took a dream walker for a life mate. There have been stranger things."

Jake grins, kissing me on the nose. "True. But what about a Na'vi name?"

One comes to mind instantly, but the scar on my heart, the one identical to Sempu's, throbs. Jake Sees me too well to let the brief but deep sadness go without explanation. He frowns and runs his fingers down my neck to my shoulder. "What is it, my Neytiri?"

This is not something that I discuss with anyone other than Mother. They could not understand. As future Tsahìk, I accept that Eywa's will cannot be altered or changed but- "….I have no words in English for such a sadness," I reply softly.

"Tell me.." he urges.

"Tomorrow," I promise. "I must return to old Hometree. Gather some ashes. Come with me."


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