After finally building a bond with my pa'li and getting control of it me and Txur went out riding together through the forest, of course we were back at Hometree by sundown but Robert wasn't particularly happy when I got back

"Maya! Where were you?!"

I shrink back at his yell, "I-I-"

"I was teaching her to ride a Pa'li." Txur answers

Robert looks at him, "Peyral?"
"Txur."

My brother nods at, "Come on Maya, we're leaving."

"Okay." I turn to Txur, "Thank you for teaching me to ride, well i already knew how to ride a horse but not a Pa'li."

He chuckles, "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, I believe so." I reply. He smiles, after i say goodbye to Neytiri and Sylwanin, I follow Robert and Grace back to Trudy's helicopter

Days passed faster than I could count, every day I was more and more excited to link to my avatar and go visit Txur and Neytiri, Robert and Sylwanin have become good friends, something tells me that when Robert wants to choose her as his mate.

Txur and Neytiri are like my best friends now, on some days we attend Grace's class together and on some days we go exploring in the forest, they have taught me to speak Na'vi, how to use a bow and how to navigate though in the forest.

Today we decided to sit in at Grace's class while Robert and Sylwanin were out hunting. Grace was teaching the children about some games that we used to play on earth when all of a sudden Sylwanin and Robert bolt into camp. We jump to our feet, behind them are five soldiers 'What..'

Txur and other older Na'vi grab there bows.

"Sylwanin!" Neytiri cries out, and just as she reaches her big sister a solder shoots her, Neytiri screams as the body of her big sister falls to the ground.

The Na'vi shoot and kill the soldiers in seconds. I rush over to Neytiri but Txur holds me back, "No! Let me go!" I try to escape

"Mawey May nìn." he whispers

I stop struggling to see Neytiri's parents; Eytukan and Mo'at, the clan leader and spiritual leader; rush over to their two daughters. Robert slowly walks over to me and opens his arms and I run into them. I look over at Grace, her face is the mix of sadness and anger.

Na'vi translations

Peyral-name

Mawey Maya nìn-Calm Maya look