This is my first fan fiction. There is something about Avatar that makes me want to explore how both Human's and Na'vi will evolve over the centuries to come. I want both the worlds of Pandora and Earth to come through the troubles that will occur and to be changed for the better but to maintain their essence. I dream that both peoples achieve happiness in their joint destiny. So 1001 Earth years after the events of Avatar a Na'vi scholar of ancient human languages begins to recount the stories of how the Na'vi and Humans became what they have become, solely for his own pleasure (after all every Na'vi and Human child knows these songs, stories and dances), in the old and now nearly forgotten 'old English of the nineteenth to twenty-third Earth centuries". Like many scholars, he likes to ramble and perhaps is a bit of a pedant who talks about himself as much as his subject but hopefully he tells a few good stories.
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I most certainly do not own Avatar but certainly am very thankful that James Cameron created such a wonderful playground for our imagination, one where I can attach my dreams and see my wishes fulfilled.
The 24th of August 3155, one thousand Earth years and a year since Jake Sully passed through Ewya's eye and over 800 years since the end of the fourth Pandorian-Earth war and I, Yawnefpieywa, a Na'vi of Mars, write this essay in the old English of the nineteenth to twenty-third Earth centuries to commemorate all that has happened; to remember and honor the pain and the love, and to give thanks to Ewya and to Gaia, and to all the Great Guides, the Tifyawìntxutxan, our great parents, perhaps best called using the old English 'the gods' or great spirits, on all Worlds that we have had the honor of visiting and Seeing. I give thanks for the teachings that Humans have given us Na'vi and for the honor to our people for being able to join Humans in the Great Imaging.
I write this conceit as if I truly were writing to a human reader from those times where Humans only dreamed of true Sight and the Na'vi could not yet understand why any being would be so alone that they would need to know 'the how, the what, or the why' with such passion that they could destroy themselves, their whole world and those of others in that so often unconscious quest.
Among many things, for what sane Human or Na'vi is defined solely by their avocation or their trade, I am what a long dead human 20th century reader would call a philologist, in the newer Na'vi an 'unillì'utìyawnyu', a 'lover of the dream words'. For I truly love those ancient writings and the words of Earth from times where it was the imagination of writers such as Tolkien, Gillis, Singer, Edison, Goethe, Steiner, Yeats, and Blake or artists such as Picasso, Chagall, Kirby, Spielberg, Lennon, Wagner, Lucas or Wells, that prefigured what would happen to both Human and Na'vi during our peoples mutual 'great troubles' caused by our species first meeting. These are creators of works that gave that food to the human mind that allowed your bodies and souls to survive the times that were to come. For if you could not See, you wished that you could and that wish lead to the Great Re-Imaging, to the rediscovery of your human deeps, and the remaking of both Man and Na'vi.
Perhaps I write this to better understand and imagine that time that I love by using these old words from a species not my own, for in this way I can align my mind with that time and by the resonance that underlies how all minds communicate, actually See that past and understand and increase my love for those words, and for all life and thus to better understand my own time, my own words and my own soul. Or perhaps I just want to emulate your Tolkien who it is said wrote in long dead languages and created his own also to understand and to express this same love of both words and Man. Or maybe it is only that this conceit allows me to write for a non-existent audience, who will never complain, a pedantic scholar's screed, giving facts and story sung and danced by every Na'vi 'eveng or Human child, a dry and soulless form without those newer words that have been forged and honed through the wonders of this last millennium. At least this conceit frees me to record only what is of interest to me and to do so in any order and any style, for I teach nothing that you do not know already and at most 200,000 on the Six Systems can even read this ancient form and I fear I could count on the fingers of one of my hands the friends who truly would care to.
I was born on Mars, in the Pandora-formed lands and seas near Mons Olympus. We Na'vi though we visit Earth prefer not to live there, for without unobtainium based suspensor belts the gravity is too great, and though our bones support us, we have little pleasure or joy in living in the Earth lands. A dead technology, such as the suspensor belts, may be useful to visit homes of human friends but the lack of life in such methods still pains us for it alienates us from the spirit of Gaia and Earth's lands and seas. The air of Earth, though not fatal or even particularly harmful to the Na'vi lung, is dry, thin and without a certain tang that tells us that this land could be our home. Thus though we love the beauty of your Earth reformed and are pleased to visit, we rarely live on Earth.
Ah, Mars, three and one-half centuries of patient search and meditation by both Humans and Na'vi just to find a way to make the link with the spirit mind and soul of this seemingly simpler world to gain both permission and cooperation with that tifyawìntxutxan, the spirit/mind of this planet, to make the changes needed so that we Na'vi could truly live here. For if finding a life mate takes long courtship so that both partners may See and become a pair, one that will change each other permanently for the better, how much more so to make tsaheylu between an entire sentient people and an even more sentient if still dreaming planet or moon. It was only 210 Earth years ago that the first Irkan flew from the crags of Mons Olympus and my great great grandmother, Naytiri (yes that name remains a common woman's name among both Na'vi and Human, just as Jakesully has long been a favorite for the Na'vi tutan and Jake for Human men) was the first Na'vi born on Mars. Tolkien described the care and patience, if not the technique of planiforming well when he had Gimli say about the dwarvish transformation of the Glittering Caves . . ."With cautious skill, tap by tap -- a small chip of rock and no more, perhaps, in a whole anxious day -- so we would work, and as the years went by, we should open up new ways, and display far chambers that are still dark, glimpsed only as a void beyond fissures in the rock.". Making Mars a home is a work of art and a love gift to ourselves and to the one we Martian Na'vi know as Tsamsirolyututu, the Singing Warrior Woman, who is tifyawìntxutxan of Mars. To have changed Mars without her love would have literally have been rape, for although we may have desired this changed world, it was Tsamsirolyututu who bore this conception in the belly of her mind and thus became our foster mother.