A/N: Its amazing how much work on a fic you can get done of you are doing that instead on writing assigned papers. I love procrastination. Anyway, chapter 11. ENJOY. REVIEW. REPEAT PROCESS.

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Treacherous Gods

Neytiri was roused from sleep by the low calls and screeches of creatures in the surrounding forest. Some animals were calling to each other, one calling, the other answering, and their movements in the treetops shook the branches of nearby trees.

She went to move her arms but she encountered some sort of strange woven mat thrown over her body. She felt the material and rubbed it under her fingers. It was fuzzy like plant fibers. Then Neytiri suddenly recognized the object. When she had visited the Sky People Home after the battle, she and Jake had walked through the labs to the link chambers and his personal quarters. He was sifting through his meager personal belongings to see if there was anything he wanted to keep from his old life or anything that would be useful back at Hometree.

Neytiri had been grimly fascinated with sky people's home, and a combination of natural curiosity and interest in Jake's life experiences had made her ask questions about all sorts of sky people objects and devices. When in his small bunkroom, she had seen where he had slept in his tawtute body. She had actually laughed when she saw the cramped and sloppy bunk he packed his body into. It had seemed so ridiculous to her as compared to the open and free nivi he slept in now.

She had pawed some of the bedding and felt the material, strangely entranced by how soft it felt. She held up a olive drab colored blanket to Jake.

"What is this?" She had asked. He took it from her and stuffed it into the bag he was carrying all useful items in, the ones he would choose to take back to Hometree. Jake merely shrugged as he explained its function to her.

"It's called a blanket; it's something tawtute uses to keep warm when sleeping. Its like a woven mat, except you put it over your body."

Neytiri suddenly felt a chill whip across her body as slight night breezes wound around the ledges of the waterfall. The chill of the wind caused her to shiver, and wrap the blanket back around her shoulders.

Then it hit her. She had not come up here with this blanket. How was it on her now? Who had snuck up on her in her sleep and put it on her?

She then berated herself for letting anyone be able to sneak up on her in her sleep. She concentrated trying to think how this could have occurred. Her confusion was greatly increased as she heard the rustling of branches in the trees on the other side of the clearing.

Neytiri let her eyes adjust to low, but vibrant light of the bioluminescence of the forest. Though it was night, once her vision had adjusted, she could see quite well. Her eyes scanned her surroundings for any predators.

The noises stopped. She sighed, looked up and saw that Polyphemus, as Jake had called the massive father of the skies, was only slightly above the horizon, indicating that the night was still very young. Still, she did want to be caught out In the forest at night.

She had not meant to sleep past dusk at all. She knew the forest to be perilous at night, when Palulukan lurked through the trees and roaming packs of Nantang scurried through the forest, searching out stragglers and picking them off from edges of their respective herds.

However, even though it was night, Neytiri knew she could make it back to Hometree with practiced ease. She knew that many of the game trails, which predators followed, did not travel near here, but stuck closer to the edges of the lake and the larger rivers running into the lake.

After scanning the trees once more for predators, she rolled the blanket into a bundle and made the small jump from the ledge to the ground below. She landed with a soft thud, her graceful form bending to absorb the impact.

As soon as she hit the ground, the rustling in the trees became crashing as something trundled off into forest, away from her. She paid little notice to it, probably just a herd of yerik or a lone angtsik. She figure that whatever predators were around would follow the noise of whatever was crashing through the undergrowth instead of searching her out.

She left the clearing with the blanket tucked under her arm, and she gave one last look back over her shoulder at the beautiful place of solitude she had come to enjoy greatly. She merely sighed and then walked into the forest.

The bioluminescence radiated from a myriad of plants and fungi that coated virtually every surface, with the light reflecting off of the thick canopy above, such that the path back to Hometree was effectively lit up for her to follow. She stepped out onto the path and followed it with nimble and silent feet. Her footfalls were light and she passed unnoticed through the night forest, her dark cerulean skin mixing in the dark green hues of plant life illuminated by bioluminescence.

She made good time back through the forest, thought she took more time to stop and make sure she wasn't be stalked by a predator.

Though still wary and cautious of her steps, the journey was becoming more dangerous for her, as she felt more exhausted by the minute. She now deeply regretted staying out after dusk, as she was now exposed and she knew it was the extra burden of her unborn child that was making her exhausted from the journey. She had not eaten since morning, and she had ran the entire way to the waterfall that afternoon, after spending a morning hunting, course. She had not realized how much she had exerted herself.

Though she still walked forward, her eyelids began to feel very heavy, with them falling shut every five minutes or so. At which point, Neytiri would shake her head vigorously, as if trying to physically shake off sleep as if it were some sort of physical assailant.

She had slowed down now to merely walking, and her eyelids had begun to droop very low, when for that second time that day, she was shoved into wakefulness by the roar of the Toruk.

Neytiri is all the more surprised this time, as the Toruk is never seen or heard at night. It is a daytime predator.

She instinctively ducked as, even through the thick and well lit canopy above her, the great din of flapping, leathery wings reached her ears. She heard the sound of the wings, flapping, and it faded as the toruk passed farther away. She could not see it, nor any part of the night sky for that matter, because of the massively thick canopy above her head. She merely stands there and listens as the sounds of the great beast's flight across the sea of treetops dies in the distance.

After recovering her composure and realizing that she was wide awake now, Neytiri resumed her former pace through the forest, lightly trotting amongst the trees in a swift but light stride. She soon found herself on the outskirts of Hometree, and she noticed with quiet satisfaction as she was able to easily slip past the Kyllteyka guards set up at the edge of the clearing.

She merely made a quiet nantang call in the underbrush near one of them, but it was loud enough for both of them to hear. The other guard had come over to the other one and they had begun to blather on in their strange tongue, their voices sounding frightened. When the other guard left his post, she had doubled back slightly then slipped through gap created by his absence.

Once in the clearing, she stood up and resumed a normal walk, but after that morning's encounter with Kyllteyka taronyu, she kept a wary eye out for any large groups sitting around. No sign of life showed in the clearing, and she made it across without event or a sighting of any Na'vi, Kyllteyka or Omaticaya, which she was glad of, for she had no desire to entertain harassment or questions about her where she had been.

She was nearly about to start up the central spiral of Hometree, when the sound of arguing reached her ears. Suddenly, there was a shout and a female Na'vi cried out. Neytiri swiftly placed the blanket on the ground, and grabbed a young hunter's training bow that was leaning against the trunk of Hometree.

Swiftly and silently, Neytiri skirted the massive trunk of Hometree, melting into the shadows and passing unnoticed by two other Kylltekya guards. She reached the other side of the trunk to find a sight that twisted her stomach and caused her to inwardly groan.

The same eight Kyllteyka taronyu that she had come to blows with earlier that morning were fanned out around a cooking fire, their spears pointed inward…at a male Omaticaya and what looked to be his mate and two children. The male, a taronyu Neytiri knew to be called T'gali, stood in front of his mate, who huddled the children to her. T'gali stood his ground, even in the face of the Kyllteyka spears.

Neytiri then notices a huge yerik carcass deposited by the fire. T'gali has his hand on the hilt of his knife, which is sheathed in his belt.

Neytiri can catch bits of pieces of the argument as the Kyllteyka laugh cruelly at T'gali and his cowering family. She sees T'gali take a step forward and make a move to pull out his knife.

"This is my kill, and it is to feed my family, not roving thieves like yourselves. The olo'eyktan calls your soldiers, but I call you scum."

She then watches as the leader of the group, none other than G'harku, step forwards and pushes T'gali to the ground roughly. He then grabbed the leg of the yerik kill and began to drag it, the other seven Kyllteyka taronyu joining in to help steal a magnificent meal.

G'harku did not make it four steps before Neytiri had crossed the clearing and swung her bow in a huge arc, letting it connect solidly with his nose.

His head shot back from the blow and a small fountain of blood erupted from his nose. He let out a sharp cry, stumbling back and tripping over the yerik carcass.

Once again, the other seven Kyllteyka stood in stunned silence as their leader was dealt a hefty blow by an angry pregnant female.

G'harku was quicker to recover this time though and shouted for his comrades to seize Neytiri. They mobbed her and seized her roughly by the arms. Neytiri struggled heartily, but in vain. She was firmly secured between four sets of arms.

Her chin was then grasped in a grubby embrace and was yanked back so that she stared directly into the eyes of G'harku.

In addition to the giant black eye she had given him and the massive bruise that swelled across his chest from where Odo'khal had punched him, his face was now smeared in his own blood, and his nose looked crooked and broken.

G'harku leaned in and spoke to Neytiri, his accent thick and rough.

"Well, if isn't…..the Princess. I will have to pay you back for my eye and my nose. I can do it too, especially now that your giant friend isn't here to protect you anymore. You've humiliated and interfered with me for the last time…where I hail from, the women knows to obey and not to interfere. " G'harku then smiled a wicked smile at Neytiri. She recoiled from his breath, which was nothing short of putrid as it washed across her face as he spoke.

"I will gladly instruct you in obedience…..I look forward to it".

Suddenly, there was a roar from behind G'harku, and Neytiri watched in grim awe as Odo'khal's massive form appeared from the shadows of Hometree like some primordial monster borne of the depths of some dark dream.

In the darkness that surrounded the scene, the combination of darkness and the flickering shadows thrown onto Odo'khal's skin by the cooking fire made the image of his terrible charge all the more terrifying. There was the light of pure bloodlust in Odo'khal's normally gentle golden eyes.

Neytiri saw G'harku's evil smirk quickly contort into an expression of terror as he turned around to face this new threat.

G'harku had time for one short scream before Odo'khal's massive fist connected with the side of his head.

There was the sick thud of the blow, then a sickening crack as G'harku's head snapped back at a weird angle, his neck broken.

G'harku was dead before he hit the ground.

Before any of the other Kyllteyka could respond, Odo'khal had kicked one of the taronyu in the stomach, sending him flying into a tree, grabbed another by the arm and had literally thrown him into the underbrush and then headbutted a third with devastating force, crushing the taronyu's skull in a split second, his lifeless body crumpling to the ground.

Then with a low growl, Odo'khal rounded on the four holding Neytiri. Once they see that Odo'khal has turned his bloody wrath on them, they immediately released Neytiri. They stumbled backwards desperate to get away from Odo'khal. He merely advanced on them, stopping only momentarily to grab Neytiri by the arm and push her behind him.

One of the Kylltekya taronyu gave a rousinig cry, his voice loud and some strange call rings out across the clearing.

His call was cut short as with blinding speed and terrifying accuracy, Odo'khal whipped one the Kyllteyka knives from his belt and threw it, sending it straight into the taronyu's neck. The three remaining taronyu stared, horrified at the knife lodged in the throat of their fellow clansman. They then watch in terrified silence as Odo'khal draws his own knife from his back sheath. Though it was twice the size of any regular Na'vi knife, he still wielded it in one hand.

Odo'khal's lips turned back to reveal his fangs as he smiled at his remaining foes. He whipped the massive blade around and crouched so that he was in a fighting position. He had the knife blade faced away from his hand and was ready to sweep it in deadly arcs across him. It was a fighting technique that Odo'khal had learned from Jake himself, who, with his Marine Advanced Close Quarters Combat Training, was the resident expert on knife fighting amongst the Omaticaya.

Odo'khal watched in grim satisfaction as at least a dozen more Kyllteyka warriors pured into the clearing from the edge of the forest. It was simply more of them for him to slaughter, he thought to himself.

Nyetiri also became aware of the groups of Kyllteyka warriors pouring into the clearing from all sides. From her position around the cooking fire, where she was huddled with T'gali and his family, she cupped her hands to her mouth and let out her own cry, which was an official Omaticaya battle call.

"Foes! Foes! Arise Omaticaya! Arise taronyu! Arise Tsamsiyu!" Her voice resounded off the boughs of Hometree. She repeated the call several times before she heard answering calls sifting down through the branches.

Neytiri turned back to Odo'khal and let out a small cry as she saw him, knife in hand, facing off against at least fifty Kyllteyka warriors, all with their spears pointed at Odo'khal.

She knew he was massively strong, but he could not win that kind of fight. He had to see that. They couldn't lose Odo. Not now.

"Odo! Stop! You can't fight them, its too many of them" Odo'khal merely barked out grim laughter in response to her plea. He jumped forward slightly and laughed grimly as he saw all fifty Kyllteyka warriors flinch and jump back visibly.

Then, the chaos of the situation escalated as almost all of the Omaticaya warriors came pouring from the back of Hometree, while the rest of the full contingent of Kyllteyka came marching up the hill from the lake, breaking into the clearing in a long skirmish line.

The Omaticaya warriors hesitated slightly, centering their mass around the base of Hometree. Most had their bows drawn and arrows notched on the strings. Their faces were grim and set, and Neytiri could see the light of battle in many of their eyes. She knew that mnay other them were ready to make a final stand against the Kyllteykan invaders.

However, many of them slackened bowstrings, when they realized they were outnumbered by about seventy to eighty warriors. They merely stood with their backs to Hometree, facing outward in a defensive perimeter.

The full force of the Kyllteyka warriors had broken off into two groups, with one facing the Omaticaya warriors and then the other joining in on surrounding Odo'khal, effectively cutting him off from the rest of the clearing.

Neytiri could see the fierce lights of battle still present in Odo'khal's eyes but she saw the his knife was lowered and he had risen up out of the crouched battle ready position. Even in his rage, Odo'khal knew that he could not win this fight.

Suddenly, a large vine dropped from the lower branches of Hometree. It landed on the ground near Neytiri. She could only watch in despair of the situation as Tsu'tey himself descended the vine swiftly, landing on the ground with a thud.

He swiftly strode out to where the Kyllteyka were gathered facing the Omaticaya warriors. He spoke to one of the taller taronyu in their strange tongue. The taronyu pointed to the carcasses of G'harki and the other slain Kyllteyka and then at Odo'khal, gesturing stabbing motions with his spear.

Tsu'tey said something else to the taronyu and shook his head. He then called out to the other Kyllteyka.

"Kyllteyka, sa'khash! Tsamsiyu dhvud sha'kra!" There were several cries of what sounded like protest from the Kyllteyka, but on a repeating of the order from Tsu'tey, the mass of taronyu and warriors parted, and they raised their spears in a non-threatening gesture.

Odo'khal looked around, with knife still in hand, and a confused expression on his face. Tsu'tey looked at Odo'khal and raised his hands impatiently.

"Odo'khal, I have just done you the courtesy of saving your life from a rapid mob of these Kyllteyka, who want nothing more than revenge for the death of three of their number…the least you can do is put the knife away." Odo'khal nodded slightly, showing only that he heard, not necessarily meaning that he would comply.

After a few moments of hesitation, Odo'khal did sheath his knife, but as he walked through the parted crowd of taronyu and warriors, he kept his hand firmly wrapped around the hilt of the knife sheathed on his lower back.

When he reached the base of Hometree, he automatically moved to stand amongst the massed Omaticaya. Neytiri moved to do the same, and she slowly backed towards them.

Somehow, Tsu'tey sensed her movements and his head whipped around. He sighted her immediately and he smiled a demented grin at her. For some reason, it caused her to stop in her tracks.

Tsu'tey turned around and began to walk slowly towards her. He never broke eye contact as he shouted out to Odo'khal.

"Odo'khal I must thank you, because you saved me a job myself, as I have learned that G'harku laid hands on Neytiri." He paused to look up at Odo'khal and then back at Neytiri. "I would have killed him myself if you hadn't beat me to it. Nobody touches Neytiri….she is mine."

At this moment, Moat comes striding around the base of Hometree. She then spots the bodies of the G'harku and the others, and her face becomes a mask of anger. Her eyes land on Tsu'tey and she walks towards him, her voice hoarse as she yells.

"Tsu'tey! What has happened? How could you let killing occur at Hometree? What kind of olo'eyktan are you? What have you brought back with you but trouble and wild, evil Na'vi." She paused as she stopped in front of Tsu'tey, whose face had twisted in annoyance at her words. Moat pointed out at the mass of Kyllteyka warriors and taronyu.

"They are evil, wild, Na'vi with no laws or morals….why would you bring them to us? To here? To your home? They have brought nothing but evil upon us. They have no respect for Eywa or her will."

Finally something in Tsu'tey snaps and the mask of annoyance drops to reveal a cold countenance of anger and rage. He spits at Moat's feet and then brings his hand across her face with terrible force, slapping her to the ground.

Neytiri lets out a cry of rage and goes to lunge at Tsu'tey but suddenly Odo'khal once again has a firm grip on her arm and she is not able to move. She squirms and writhes in his grasp, but to no avail. Neytiri can only watch in anger as Tsu'tey stands over her mother, laughing cruelly.

"Eywa…don't talk to me of such filth. Her will is but the delusions of the Tsahik. Where was Eywa and her will when I was lying wounded on the forest floor after having fallen from skies from a sky people kunsip? Where was Eywa when I tried to make my way back to Hometree with four of the small tawtute swizaw lodged in my chest? Hah! Eywa is dead to me…"

Moat could only look up in horrified silence as she put a hand to a bleeding lip and listened to Tsu'tey's words. She was clearly shocked by his words. He saw the shock and horror apparent on her face and he took that as a sign to continue his tirade.

"This is my clan now, and I will rule as I see fit. I will create my own clan customs and beliefs, and I will no longer have to deal with the failing god of my weaker elders. If it wasn't for me, you'd all be stuck under the rule and spell of that accursed dreamwalker. I am Na'vi. He was alien scum….Jakesully was….." Neytiri cut him off, with the rage that dripped from her voice even shaking some of the Kyllteyka warriors, who seemed surprised that such vitriol could come from a female.

"Jake was Toruk Makto! He was a thousand times the warrior you will ever be!"

Something in Neytiri snapped. Primal huntress rage boiled over within her. She broke free of Odo'khal's grip and lunged at Tsu'tey, who was caught off guard by her swift blows to his stomach. However, he recovered quickly. He reached out and grabbed Neytiri's arms, staying her attack.

She merely growled at him and tried to bit one his hands. Tsu'tey roughly pushes her to the ground and steps back from her.

In a split second, Odo'khal was at Neytiri's side, his hand behind his back resting on the hilt of his knife. Both he and Tsu'tey glare at each other, as if daring the other to make a move.

Tsu'tey relented and stared down at Neytiri, who was still seated upon the ground where she had fallen. She had both of her hands rested on her slightly swollen abdomen, feeling for anything wrong and regretting giving Tsu'tey an excuse to hurt her. She glared at Tsu'tey as he pointed a finger at her.

"You will forget about Jakesully…you are mine now, and I will not have his filth pollute my clan. I will not have him mentioned to the children you will bear me." He smiled wickedly at Neytiri's horrified expression in response to his words.

"Oh yes, Princess…you were originally supposed to be mine, and I will have you…..and you will give me many heirs. You are lucky I compassionate enough to adopt your child, the abomination that you created with a dreamwalker, and raise it as my own, raise it to be worthy of Na'vi royal blood."

Neytiri shot up at his words, her teeth bared and a hiss coming from her throat. She drew her knife and waved it at him menacingly.

"If you ever touch my child….I will run you through with my blade".

With that she turned around and hobbled over to where Moat still sat upon the ground. She crouched down to eye level with Moat and spoke to her in a gentle voice.

"Come, mother, we must get you back up to Hometree, back to your alcove. Come now, I will help you." Moat stood on her own but her eyes were slightly glazed over with a look of shock and she absentmindedly followed Neytiri through the crowd of dispersing Omaticaya. The warriors and their familes were returning to their beds, re-ascending Hometree.

As they walked amongst the crowd, Neytiri heard several warriors utter laments about the fact that Toruk Makto was not here, and how if he had been here, he would make the whole filthy mob of Kyllteyka flee in terror before the Toruk. Nyetiri couldn't help but smile to herself slightly as she agreed with them.

When they reached the alcove, Neytiri led Moat inside and gently pushed her down onto her small moss covered bedding. She then gathered a skin from the corner of the alcove, seeing how full of water it was and then pushing it upon Moat.

"Come, mother, drink some, it will help you to feel better." Moat did not look at Neytiri but merely shook her head.

"Nothing will make me feel better, my daughter. I have done a terrible thing to allow this to happen. I was so blinded by my desire to bring balance and order back to the Omaticaya, that I was blinded , and I was willing to accept any help I could get, including Tsu'tey's."

Moat then turned to her daughter, and locked eyes with her.

"Daughter, I am so sorry for letting Tsu'tey take power, and I am so sorry that I suggested that it was your duty to mate with him. Once again, I wanted so badly to bring some sense of normalcy back to our tribe that I didn't see the monster I was allowing to grow in our midst."

Neytiri sat down on the bed next to her mother, putting her hands on her shoulders, trying to send a soothing touch through them, to try and relax her mother.

"Come now, mother, there is no way you could have forseen this, we were all blinded after Jake's death, and Tsu'tey used that to his advantage to make his move for olo'eyktan. Rightful claim or no, that Na'vi has no business being the leader of any other living creature.

Moat nodded in agreement. She turns to her daughter once more and places on her hands on her daughter's hands on her shoulders.

"I know we will find a way through this, a way to survive this chaos, but I cannot help but think that….well….I really wish Jakesully were here right now."

Neytiri merely nodded, blinking back a few tears

"Me too, me too…..."


A/N: Ehhhh, I've seen better endings. I've seen better writing, but I'm not going to deny it, because its the product of extreme procrastination. Its amazing how much motivation you have to write something you want to when you assigned with wrting about something stupid. Anyway, its an okay chapter, guess it sort of represents a turning point in the story. Anway, PLEASE REVIEW. Listen, I really do appreciate you reading my fic, but just take a few extra minutes and let me know what you think of it, PLEASE REVIEW. REVEIW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Dude, seriously, I love getting that little alert in my email. Even if someone is totally ripping my writing my story to shreds, I love it. REVIEW, goddammit!