"What do I do?"

The soft emanating white glow of the Tree of Souls was dull tonight as Jake lay beneath its billowing branches, his long spinal braid entwined with that of the Tree's branches in tsuheylu. He lay still with his eyes closed as he listened to the voices and tried to interpret their meaning. He was searching for an answer for Neytiri, and for him.

"Please."

He used to never pray, finding it pretty stupid to talk to something that didn't exist. However, he was a believer these days since he came to live on Pandora. Eywa gave him a second chance; she gave him life in his Avatar body and he was grateful for it.

Without any warning, a bright then pitch black flash of something came into his head. Jake almost thought it was his own wandering thoughts that had occurred. The picture that came to his mind was that of a small flat rock, almost like an alter with decorated carvings and engraved ancient coding that Jake had no idea how to read. The alter-like stone was way hidden among trees on top of a very familiar mountain, one that Jake and Neytiri had passed many times on their routine flight paths upon their Ikran. He knew it was far and out of the way of their tribe's territory.

He never noticed this stone there before, he wondered. Then another seeping flash swept past his eyes, and smack dab in the middle of an alter was a small Na'vi infant curled up into a tight ball, crying and wailing for its parents that were never going to come.

What did Eywa want him to do? Jake thought and was very confused about what he was seeing in this weird vision. Was this child supposed to be his somehow?

Another wild white flash swished past his vision and then he saw it much more clearly now: The baby laid upon an old sacrificial alter, Jake was sure of it now and he realized that the child, possibly Jake's child, was going to be sacrificed!

"NO!"

Jake snapped out of his vision, sitting up hard with clammy wet sweat smeared all over his blue body. Strangely, he was breathing abnormally deep for someone who was having a nightmare.

Or was it a dream at all? Did Eywa really mean to give what Neytiri and he wanted only to want it back?

"No! You can't take that baby." He disconnected his braid quickly as he shot up off the ground, almost infuriated by what he had witnessed. A light breeze blew in from the east, and the long spindled branches rubbed together as if to say 'listen now.'

Jake paused, and did not move from his defensive stance as he listened through the trees. As he stood still, his ears picked up on a faint distant sound.

It was the sound of a young Na'vi infant, crying.

It dawned on Jake what Eywa had really been trying to tell him this whole time but he had misinterpreted his vision. He started to run towards the sound of the crying, huffing hard as he exerted his body to its limits as he got closer and closer to that mountain he saw in his dream.

Towards the helpless child that needed him most of all at this moment.