Well here we are if you have read the future Oleyktan then this will go along with it, and the characters will be familiar. If you haven't then this is completely irrelevant to the other story so everyone can enjoy. Here we go, enjoy.
My name is Dillon, I am writing this down to let people know what the Na'vi are really like. I am seven feet one inch, And live in one of the last remaining rural lands in America. I work as an EMT For a local town who's name shall not be written in this document. I had just settled down for the night. Being on vacation for a while, but not wanting to go anywhere, I decided to just stay home. I knew about the Na'vi, and that they would attack first and ask questions later. That was complete slander, and blatant lies as I would come to find out. Around midnight, i heard a noise in my living room. My house was a little to big for me, and that's saying something considering everything I own is special made. Two levels, and an attic make it up, and a basement to boot. There was another noise, and I grabbed my 45. out from under my pillow. I live in a slightly dangerous place, and have had to use it more than once. This was just another thief that broke into the wrong house, and needed to be taught a lesion. I crept down stairs and into the hallway. The night was surprisingly clear, and I could see with the light of the moon. I could hear then in the living room making a mess of things.
The door was a step away, but I hesitated. Who ever it was wasn't speaking English, and they were female. After thinking about it i realized where i heard that language before. It was Na'vi, and I don't know any thief that passed grade school. Let alone a language that comes from another planet. Steeling myself for the worst, I took two steps and moved around the corner. "Don't move, or I swear to God I'll..." What I saw nearly made me drop the gun. A completely naked, nine foot tall, blue humanoid was standing in the middle of my living room. She looked up, and saw me standing there with a gun pointed at her head. She crouched down, and got into an attack position. I dropped the gun to my side, and said. "Woah, woah! I'm not gonna hurt you calm down." She just hissed, and stayed in position. I stood there for a while thinking of something to do, but decided that it wasn't worth my time. "She found her way in she could find her way out. I wonder how she got on this planet anyway?" I thought as I turned to go back to bed. I wasn't scared of her, she was probably scared out of her mind anyway. I closed my door, and locked it, I'm brave not stupid. I went to sleep with one eye open, but nothing happened. I woke up the next morning, completely forgetting what happened until I tried to open my door to find it locked.
I opened it and poked my head out, looking around. I saw no sign of her so I went to scramble some eggs. I made it to the kitchen without seeing her I started cooking, and when I got done I turned and saw a blue face disappear through the doorway. I walked into the living room where she was still standing. Standing right in the middle of the room looking at me with fear and curiosity. I went over and sat down in my recliner. "Do you speak English?" She slowly nodded, and relaxed a little. "Well good, please sit. Do you have a name?" I pointed to the couch and she timidly sat down. "My name is Alyara, what is your name?" I smiled. "Dillon, how did you get here?" She then explained to me that she was captured as a young girl, and grew up in a prison not far from here. I took a guess, and thought she was the reason the avatar program existed. That was my favorite part of every documentary, and I liked the idea of it. Apparently we were the same age, Twenty-six, but she looked younger than that. We sat, and talked for a while. After about an hour of talking my stomach growled, and I remembered the eggs I scrambled. "Are you hungry?" She nodded, and I went to make some more.
Luckily where I was, we still had fresh chicken layed eggs around here. I sat a plate down in front of her, and she sniffed it curiously. I on the other hand was stuffing my face. I looked over at her and said. "It's food try it." She picked up the fork awkwardly, and scooped some onto it. She seemed to like it, and ate the rest on the plate. "You like it?" she smiled and said yes. For the first time since last night I noticed her nudity. "Oh you need clothes. Wait here I'll be back." I went to my closet and got an old shirt and a pair of shorts. I brought them back to her, but when I handed them to her and she just stood there. I remembered that they aren't very conservative, and brought her some needle and thread. The needle was a little to small, but she managed. The end result was a loincloth, and a foot wide piece of cloth that said MT. Dew. "Looks nice." I said as she stepped into the kitchen. Smiling she walked over to me. "Why are you so king when the others are so mean?" Now I knew why she looked at me with curiosity. I'm the first person she's seen that didn't try to taze her. "Don't worry you're safe with me."
We spent the say talking about different things. That night I let her sleep in my bed. She looked exhausted, and probably didn't sleep the night before. She had never seen a bed, and as soon as she layed down she was asleep. "Great, I guess it's the couch for me." I thought as I closed my eyes. That was the begging of my adventure that would lead to the greatest and saddest days of my life.
So here we go, I hope you like it and if you don't PISS OFF! Anyway see you tomorrow.
