Hey everyone, hope you enjoy the chapter! Please review...it's be great. Also, the first chapter was exceptionally long because i had to condense the entire movie from a different prespective. I'm sorry to say that most of my chapters are around 3,000 to 4, 000 words...not this chapter is not as long as that first that's not a problem for any of you!

ALSO: i am so sorry to tell you guys, but i'm in 10th grade, and high school is KILLER right now. I wont be able to update as much as I want to, the only time i'll have the chance is on weekends. so I'm thinking that I'll probably update once a week, IF I'M LUCKY! So please dont be too angry if I dont update as soon as you want to, but understand that i'm trying really hard! :D

also, a question: Do you mind that I write Sara in first person? I have a feeling that it gets a bit tiresome to read after a while, so I'd like to hear your views on it. Thanks!

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Electronic Journal

Name: Sara Mason

Location: Abandoned RDA Station

Time/Date: According to our Terran calendar, it's November 19, 2154. Two days after the battle with the RDA. As for the time, I'm pretty sure it's like, four in the morning. Ugh.

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Entry 2

I'm pretty sure it's there somewhere in the United States Constitution that no one should ever have to wake up this early after a day like yesterday. Sorry if that makes no sense, I'm half dead right now, so my words may be a little jumbled and confusing, but hang with me.

All of the humans are gone except for the ones remaining here, and Jake is not one of them. I met with the new Jake Sully this morning…let's just leave it at I was pretty miffed with how much taller he was. I had to get him to lean down so I could talk to him without looking like a complete midget. It didn't help that I was already one of the shortest scientists here…

On a happier note, we've managed to eradicate the RDA program all together, and we're all working towards sending that message to the rest of Earth as well. Don't mess with Pandora anymore, or you'll meet the same fate. I remember typing that with a sense of pride, and Jake had read it over my shoulder, grinning in that feral way that was both familiar and slightly disconcerting. Especially with those sharp fangs he now had. Yikes. But I suppose I'd get used to it, especially if I finally made a decision about their offer…I still don't know what I'm going to do about that.

Aside from the upcoming transformation for Norm – and maybe me as well – and Jake's new body, life here at the base felt almost normal again, in a way.

But, no matter how jubilant we all are about finally defeating the RDA, one cruel hard fact still stands.

Hometree is gone. Hundreds of Na'vi are dead. The air is still haunted by the ghosts of the soldiers and Colonel Quaritch, and with them a taste of the cruelty they unleashed here. The hearts of the Na'vi will heal, but I doubt they will ever forget this war, not that I blame them. I sort of hated humans at this point, even though I was still one of them myself. Our race was so greedy, wasteful, and destructive that it made my stomach turn, and looking at the desolate ashes of Hometree only solidified that feeling.

So much sorrow still dwelled here.

But the clans were healing, slowly rebuilding their life, and remembering the warriors they had lost. Jake had told us of the Omaticaya clan's search for a new Hometree, and I hoped that they would find one soon.

I already knew that Neytiri and Jake were officially mated, but it still gave me a shock when she accompanied Jake to the base one day, and I actually spoke with her, face to face. Even after her father being killed, she was still open to the idea of humans being friendly, though I'm sure it took a lot of persuading on Jake's part to convince her to come here. I know it's immature, but I just have to say it. THEY ARE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER! There, I said it. It's just so beautiful to see them together; I had to excuse myself the first time they came here together, so they wouldn't see my tears that sprung when Jake rested his hand comfortingly on Neytiri's arm when she glanced around in nervous fear.

It wasn't like they kissed in public or anything, but they subtly let others know that they were together. Like when Neytiri stood next to Jake, her tail would lightly brush against his leg, coiling around it possessively. Or when they mounted Jake's banshee, Jake's hand would gently brush against her waist, so lightly that it was almost a caress. Some of you would think he was just steadying her so she wouldn't fall, but those who do think that, are you serious? Have you seen this girl in action? She's the most graceful, agile person I've ever seen! I know for a fact that his hand wasn't steadying her, because she needs absolutely no help keeping her balance.

Okay, I have to stop talking about them; otherwise I'll never stop.

I'm sitting in my bed right now, typing as fast as I can. Because about ten minutes ago, Max poked his head in – he was always up early in the morning, so I wasn't surprised to see him awake – and told me if I'd like to go with Norm to make sure our Avatars were fully functional. I had said yes, of course, and he told me that Norm would be ready in half an hour or so.

So I've got to type like the wind here.

I still don't know what I'm going to do about the whole "becoming one with The People" thing. I knew that I was still a human, at heart. Being human was the only thing I knew how to be, and even though I had an Avatar body that I had been in, I knew that it wasn't the same. To truly be a Na'vi you also had to accept their way of living, their speech, and their religion. It wasn't just about getting a new body. It was like trading in me, Sara Mason, for some stranger with blue skin and yellow eyes. I would still be Sara, inside, but my body would be something else.

But was being human really what I wanted to be anymore? Just look at what happened to Hometree, to all those children and adults who perished while trying to escape from the wood falling down on them. Look what happened to Dr. Augustine.

That was where it got really difficult.

Dr. Augustine had wanted nothing more than to be accepted by the Na'vi, she loved them more than she loved herself. They were her people, more her kin then her true blood-related family back on Earth. She had died under the branches of the Tree of Souls, the one place that she had yearned to go to for so long, and when I saw her corpse, I saw that her mouth was frozen in a smile of satisfaction, of peace.

In the end, she became one of The People, and she would live on in the spirit of Eywa forever. It was the one thing that I was absolutely sure about. She was in a better place, where she belonged.

But the question was: Where did I belong?

I don't know. I mean, Jake knew, Norm knew, but I was still so unsure of where my place was.

One day, my place was among the RDA; I was terrified of the Na'vi, and wanted nothing to do with them. The next, I was still terrified, but I was even more terrified of the chaos human greed could bring. My place was no longer with the RDA, but if it wasn't with them, then where was it?

Everything is backwards now.

End of Entry 2

I sighed, closing the small computer screen over the keyboard, hearing the small click as it locked. Writing in this journal helped me organize my thoughts, but I hadn't been able to record half of the emotions I was feeling.

Confusion is sometimes so strong that you cant put it into words. Heck, half the emotions I was feeling right now couldn't be put into words: how's that for a dilemma?

With another long sigh, I tucked the journal under my bed, and stared at the pale gray ceiling that was blank and boring, trying to find patterns in the flawless plaster. I felt so old sometimes, and whenever I wrote in that journal the feeling was intensified. I had forgotten, for a moment, that I was only twenty-five years old. I had experienced so much…it hardly seemed like I was Sara Mason anymore.

I shook my head, and slipped out of the narrow cot, shivering at the icy tile floor. I glanced in the mirror quickly when I got to the bathroom, and snorted immediately after.

What, was I worried about suddenly sprouting gray hairs? Not that I would be surprised, seeing the amount of stress I've been under lately.

I splashed some water on my face, and took a good look at myself, not trying to be narcissistic or anything. I was just studying my face for the first time in months.

My blonde hair, my first year it had been brutally short, now went to my lower back – I had never had enough free time to think about cutting it – and was currently tied in a loose braid to keep it out of the way while I worked. My face had lost any hint of childish roundness, and my features were sharply defined. The bridge of my nose and apples of my cheeks were faintly dusted with freckles, and when I smiled my lips parted to reveal slightly crooked teeth. The rest of my body was practically the same, besides the bandage that was wrapped tightly around my right upper arm, but since that was temporary, it didn't really count.

Someone knocked lightly on the door, and I opened the door to see an impatient Norm, who immediately turned around, covering his eyes with a squeak of surprise. I looked down at myself. Uh, I was still fully clothed. I rolled my eyes, and poked Norm to get him to turn around.

"Norm, why would I open the door if I wasn't dressed? Seriously, think!"

Norm blushed hotly, and folded his arms across his chest. "Well, I was just expecting the worst!"

"I'm not sure whether to be flattered or downright insulted…" I muttered, pushing past him and grabbing my jacket and shoving on my sandals. Norm laughed, and we both made our way through the empty halls of the Avatar Station, toward the linking room. It was eerie, in a way, seeing as we were the only ones within at least a hundred feet of any room. I was so used to seeing scientists and soldiers marching through the halls, or behind microscopes, studying maps. It was all just…silent, now.

When we reached the link-room, we found Max sipping a cup of coffee, and leaning back in his chair, staring out at the Avatar training yard with a contented expression. Max was always quite a peaceful guy; he had hated the fighting as much as I had, even more, if it was possible.

His dark eyes flickered over to us as we walked in, and he smiled.

"You two going in?"

"Yep!" Norm said cheerfully, beaming widely, and I glanced over at him. Norm was so ready to become one of the Na'vi…I wish that the decision was just as easy for me.

I let my mind go blank as I pulled the link-unit cover over me, and relaxed every muscle in my body, first my legs, then my arms, then my face…

I opened my eyes to the wooden ceiling of the Avatar shack, and saw Norm sitting up down the aisle, rolling his shoulders and head around to ease the kinks out of his new muscles. I sighed, and stretched with a yawn. I guess being linked with a new body didn't make me feel any less tired than before.

I stood, and Norm and I both slapped high fives – kind of a ritual thing, just don't ask. I didn't bother putting on any shoes, just striding out into the training grounds, Norm right behind me. The area had been transformed into the Omaticaya clan's new school, and I saw several Na'vi children in the distance – shadowed by their wary fathers and other Na'vi who wished to learn, of course – sitting around a human teacher who was showing them pictures on a screen, speaking slowly and clearly. I smiled at the scene, and glanced over at Norm.

"So, are they getting used to their new Hometree?"

Norm nodded with a lopsided grin, and I almost laughed. In his Avatar form, it looked strange for a Na'vi-resembling person to be acting so…Norm-ish. I giggled at my term, and Norm looked at me with a frown. I shook my head, and we walked down the stairs. I heard a sharp cry above us, and looked up.

A huge red banshee was diving toward us, and I saw a grinning Na'vi on its back. I rolled my eyes. Only one Na'vi could have that overconfident grin…Jake Sully. He was whooping with glee as he spiraled to the ground, and the banshee shrieked with him. The two came closer and closer, and Norm took a step back. I didn't move, and I heard Norm shout.

"Get out of the way, that idiot isn't going to have enough time to stop!"

I remained where I was, and I was close enough to see Jake's grin turn into a challenging smirk. He was so cocky it was almost a health hazard. I raised an eyebrow, narrowing my eyes as the banshee showed no sign of stopping.

If you so let that banshee so much as breathe on me, you're dead meat, buster.

Jake quickly pulled upward, causing the banshee to cry out once more, and flap its wings frantically to stop its downward dive. The air was thick with its hot, distinct odor, and I felt the wind from its wing beats, so strong that it flattened the long grass around Norm and me. I cringed at the heat of the banshee's underbelly on my face before Jake managed to back it up so it landed inches from my chest. I put a hand on my hip, and Jake slid off.

Jake grinned. "Sorry about that…"

I rolled my eyes, and Norm moved forward to exchange friendly punches. It was a guy thing. I settled for giving him a hug, and I hoped that Neytiri would think of this as me somehow setting a claim on her man…because if she thought I was, I wouldn't be surprised to find an arrow through my chest when I woke up the next morning. Ouch.

I pulled away, and I glanced at the trees behind him. "Is everything okay back with the rest?"

Jake nodded, and Norm was nearly jumping with excitement. "So…when are we, you know…"

He flushed – quite odd, really, seeing as it made his face a strange shade of blue-ish purple – and Jake smiled widely.

"Tonight…that is, if both of you are still up for it. It's totally all right if you don't want to. It's a really big decision…" He was looking at me in particular, and I shrugged.

"I just need some more time to think."

Before Norm could speak, telling me how crazy I was to have to think about it, I quickly strode toward the gate that led into the forest, grabbing a gun as I went. I heard Norm calling after me, but I ignored him, quickly making sure my gun was loaded before strapping it across my back. The forest was still dangerous, and I wasn't about to go in there unprepared.

I opened the gate, and slipped out, closing the fence behind me with a clatter. I ran into the woods, glancing around carefully. It was early morning, and the predators around here tended to be nocturnal, so I was pretty safe. Well, not safe really, just less likely to be attacked.

The forest was lovely, with vivid colors and the twittering of insects and other creatures that inhabited the trees. I sighed, staring up at the canopy, how the light filtered down in pretty beams. I darted across a river, balancing on a log that made up a thick bridge. The river was bubbling past, and I felt splashes of cold water hitting my ankles.

I don't know why I ran off like that, I just felt like I had to be alone for a bit.

The forest was such a good place to think – well, as well as being a place to get attacked and eaten, but I tried not to think about that – because of it's calm, serene feeling that just made me so at peace with the world.

I sighed, walking more slowly now, brushing my hands along the bark of the trees nearby, feeling the rough fissures under my sensitive fingertips. The only sound was my feet moving through the thick grass, soft padding sounds as my feet hit the ground with rhythmic beats.

I slowed to a stop, and suddenly saw something glowing a few feet from my hand, which was currently pressed on the bark of a tree.

I frowned, and moved closer, seeing the small creature in a hollow in the tree. It was like a jellyfish, with gently waving strands of soft pink, twirling in the air as it floated in my direction. I smiled as I watched it dance in the golden light of the air, and held out my hand without thinking. I wasn't afraid; I didn't feel the need to be afraid of this delicate creature.

It landed gently on my outstretched fingers, and twirled around before floating off again, circling me again. It was almost like one of those ballet dancers back on Earth, so free and beautiful.

I found myself circling with it, my feet unconsciously carrying me in a slow dance that I had often done as a child, to mimic those ballet girls I saw on T.V. The small pink glowing creature seemed to thrum with energy as I did so, and it began dancing with me slowly, and I gasped, as more creatures seemed to appear out of the golden glow of the sunlight, drifting down to surround me in a glowing circle. I turned in a circle again, and they danced, softly, hauntingly.

I felt the sun warming my skin, and I realized that I was dancing.

It was the first time I felt free in a long time.

The creatures often brushed against my skin, their delicate strands sending a shiver of something unfamiliar down my spine. Every time they touched me I felt a jolt of happiness and content, so powerful I was left gasping for breath.

There were a lot of them now, and I remembered Jake mentioning something like this in one of his video logs, and slowed to a stop.

What were they?

The creatures circled around me once more, and slowly began to drift away into the light of the sun, one of them remaining in the end. I reached out again, and cupped it in my long fingers, watching as if slowly danced up my forearm, my shoulder. It floated up to touch my forehead, and then suddenly it was gone.

"Sara!"

I blinked, the peaceful trance ending with a jerk, and I looked up to see Norm running towards me. I jogged over to meet him, and he smiled.

"I just wondered where you were, you came really far into the forest."

I nodded. "I felt like exploring a bi. Sorry if I worried you."

Norm blushed – he kept doing that, I had to ask him why one of these days – and I glanced back at the spot were the creatures had disappeared to, and felt something click inside my heart, and I felt something strange bubbling in my chest.

"I'm going to become one of them Norm. I've decided." The words came out before I could stop myself.

I was taken off guard when Norm suddenly hugged me, and swung me around in a circle.

"I knew it! I knew you'd say yes! Why wouldn't you? I mean–"

"Norm…"

Norm shut his mouth, grinning sheepishly, and he let me go, taking a step back. I laughed at his expression, and punched him in the shoulder.

"C'mon, we'll be late for breakfast if we stay out here much longer."

"Yeah!" Norm said excitedly, and we both headed back to the base, Norm talking non-stop the entire way. What a nightmare. But it was Norm, so I was kind of used to it by now.

That night, I was in my room, thinking hard.

I was nervous, I was terrified. More than you could ever imagine.

I knew that this was a decision I could never go back on, that after tonight I would be in my Avatar body forever, no, I would be my Avatar body, that body would be Sara Mason. My human body would be a mindless corpse...cold, unfeeling.

Everything that tied me to Earth…gone.

I heard a knock at the door, and saw that Norm was standing there, looking as nervous as I felt.

"It's time."

I nodded, and I stood, taking one last look at the bed that I had slept in for the past six years here on Pandora, and I was leaving it forever. I frowned, and darted forward to grab my computer journal, tucking it under my arm. Norm didn't comment, and the two of us exited the room.

The hallway was dark, and I felt Norm take my hand. His pulse was racing even more than mine, and I swallowed, looking up at him with a smile.

I squeezed his hand, and we both strapped on our oxygen masks, looking out the window. Our hands released their death grip on each other, and for that I was grateful, because he had been holding my hand so tightly that the feeling had leeched out of it.

Jake was there, along with Neytiri. Both of them were smiling.

I felt a tiny bit better.

Not a lot better, but enough to ease the churning of my gut.

We headed out into the training area, and I saw four warriors behind our two friends, both with huge direhorses that were snorting and stomping their large hooves. Jake's banshee was scratching at the dirt, and I swallowed hard as we got closer.

I saw that two of the warriors had our Avatars secured on their horses' backs, and I shivered as I saw the limp figure of my Avatar. Soon, that would be me. I hoped. There was a chance I wouldn't survive, like Dr. Augustine. I didn't want to think about it.

"All right," Jake began, smiling at the two of us. "You two are going to ride with those two over there, and we'll meet you at the Tree."

I nodded, afraid that if I spoke I would start screaming. Norm grinned, and nodded as well. I glanced at Neytiri, who nodded at me with a wide smile, revealing her canine teeth that were sharp and lethal looking.

Jake helped Neytiri up onto his banshee – well, that's what it looked like anyway, but we know better, now don't we? – and they took off with a whoop. I watched them go, and the two warriors Jake had gestured to moved forward, gently helping us onto the horse. I gulped nervously as I was put in front of the man, and the horse suddenly moved forward at a heart-wrenching gallop. I yelled, and buried my face in my arms, leaning forward.

I heard Norm laughing, and the man behind me was laughing as well, a deep throaty chuckle that made me scowl. Oh, that's just wonderful; laugh at the terrified human who's never been on a direhorse before. Bastards…

I sighed, and closed my eyes as I heard us enter the forest. I felt the muscles of the horse moving under my thighs, and let my mind go blank. I was becoming one of the Na'vi. Tonight.

There was no going back for me. This was the path I was choosing to walk.

Here we go.