Okay so this is my first fic on Avatar, and therefor this site. So if I completely suck at life and this story, don't hesitate to tell me.
Prologue
All my life, I've just wanted something worth fighting for. That's why I became a Marine. To maybe solve something, put my two cents in and say I've been apart of something revolutionary.
Reason why I took the gig, to link with Tommy's Avatar. Nothing could take away my will to fight when needed, to protect what I cared for. Hell not even losing my legs held me back. But sometimes I cant help but think how things would have been different if Tommy had come. I figure Tommy would have done the job, went back home and wallowed in his money he earned down here while I wheeled myself around trying to find a decent job that paid the bills.
Tommy wouldn't have made the decisions I did and gotten himself into a dilemma with a hungry Thanator and jumped off a cliff, I know that much. Okay so lets say in a sense, God forgive me, I'm lucky Tommy passed away and gave me a chance to live for the first time in my life. I feel like, if Tommy had been here in the first place, everybody I knew now including Neytiri would be long dead by now. The Tree of Souls would be destroyed and the area around HomeTree would be mined, while Selfridge smiled gleefully in his office.
But thinking back, I feel like I could have done so much more. Like I could have done something different so Neytiri's father wouldn't have died, and so many others.
Maybe if I wasn't such a skxawng I could have saved everyone just so I wouldn't have to feel this burning guilt on my shoulders. Because either way you look at it, everything, all that has happened has boiled down to being my fault.
Such a traitor, outcast, skxawng.
Skxawng - moron
