A/N: Dudes and ladies, I am very, very, very sorry about the astronomical amount of time between updates, especially considering this is the last chapter. I know, I'm a douche. I know. It sucks. But seriously, I have been quite busy in the past 3 months. Really busy. And tragedy also struck about a month ago. My darling laptop fell victim to a nasty keylogger virus. A real bastard piece of code. Tried to steal all my information, so my coworker/digital jedi has been nursing my poor Dell D830 back to health. Anyway, tangent aside, Im really sorry about the wait, and here is the last chapter of Dream of Revenge. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you review it, but I really can understand if your opinion of this closing segment is colored by the fact that its 3 months late. Awesome. Enjoy. Review...(There will be a sequel).

Epilogue

Jake ran about the clearing in a frenzied state, heeding nothing and trying solely to focus on doing what he had been instructed to do.

The clearing was a sacred hollow that Moat had directed him to, and she had urged him to conduct himself there in dignity and reverence.

Jake tripped on a root, and cursed loudly as he fell face first into the leaves and the bag containing the dozen or so atokirina flopped open, sending the sacred seedlings gently spilling onto the forest floor.

Jake spat out a wad of dirt and leaves, cursing loudly.

"God-fucking-damnit!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he realized where he was, and scrambling back to his feet, he looked skyward and muttered a hasty apology before bending over and beginning to scoop the fugitive atokirina back into his sack, trying to do so with speed but also being mindful of the reverence he was supposed to show them.

He had to focus on the task at hand.

And not think about the fact that his mate was in the full throes of labor.

He had been all but expelled from Hometree, by both Moat and Neytiri, who, in her labor pains, had threatened to kill him…..repeatedly.

Moat had assured him that she and other healers had everything under control, and that he had important tasks to perform as the impending father to be.

Jake could not imagine any duty or function more important than being by Neytiri's side during the labor and birth of their children…..their sons, but apparently, it was in the fashion of Omaticaya birthing customs for the father to not be present. Jake had voiced his displeasure and consternation with this particular custom, and he instantly regretted having voiced his opinion, receiving two death glares from both Moat and Neytiri.

None of the other healers looked too kindly at him for his attempted breach of clan protocol.

After having recognized the fact that there was no way he was going to win this battle, Jake waited patiently through Moat's description of his tasks he had to perform for the birthing ritual.

Moat reminded him he had double the work to do than any other father, as he had to make preparations for two children.

She explained that first he must go down to the lake and retrieve water for the vessels in which the twins would be anointed as children of their parents and children of Eywa.

In addition to the collection of water, Jake had to say a whole litany of prayers, asking Eywa for guidance in raising the children, and asking her to let the children truly See.

His final task, with him being Olo'eyktan, and his sons being his heirs, was to collect several atokirina and draw his own blood, and mix the two together into the water he collected from the lake.

The last ritual was a ceremonial blessing of his bloodline, and passing on that blessing to his heirs in the anointing.

Jake didn't have really any trouble going through the prayers, though they were long and varied, and Moat had insisted on him saying them in the correct order and rhythm. He stumbled his way through those, hoping his Na'vi was correct and that the verse rhythm was close enough. When he had successfully said the whole sect of prayers in one sitting, he leapt up from where he had been on one knee by the lakeshore, and leapt in one agile motion onto Smaug's back, eliciting a cry of discomfort from his mount, who had been waiting patiently next to his rider.

Jake made tsayhalu, laughing at the ikran's jolt of annoyed anger.

Jake gritted his teeth in a nervous, forceful smile.

"Get over it, and get your ass in the air, we've got work to do."

With that, Jake yanked back on the reins and with a snap of leathery wings they were airborne in the dim light of dusk, heading West to the sacred hollow where atokirina could be found.

Once Jake had once more collected the wayward atokirina that had spilled in his tumble, he spared no time in reigning in Smaug once more and swung one leg over his mount, simultaneously pulling on the reins, sending them careening upwards into the night.

After collecting water from the lake, Jake sprinted full tilt back up to Hometree, disregarding the cheers and attempted jovial greetings from his clansmen.

Many clan members had turned out, anxious to see the birth of the first Na'vi twins, the children of Toruk Makto and their Olo'eyktan, no less.

He blew past them, and none of them felt offended at his manner, when they saw the anxious and slightly crazed light in his eyes. Many of the mated males in the clan, who had children of their own, were all to familiar with the attitude of a man possessed that Jake seemed to exhibit.

Jake sprinted through the gap in the crowd, holding tightly to the bulging waterskin and the bag filled with floating seedlings.

He was a man on a mission and he let nothing deter him from reaching the terrace of Hometree, where his alcove lay.

He did not notice his labored breathing and the sweat standing on his forehead, testament to the fact that he had taken the central spiral of Hometree two steps at a time, so focused was he on the fact that not far from him now was the room where his sons would come into the world.

He skidded to a halt not far from the entrance to the alcove, and he made an effort to be quiet so as to hear the chatter from within, and from that glean some information as to what was going on and Neytiri's progress.

He set down the waterskin, and the bag of atokirina, and he quietly and (what he thought was) stealthily creeped towards the entrance.

In a clatter of beads and shells, the covering to his alcove was thrown aside, and Moat strode out into the darkness, her head swinging from the side to side, before her eyes settled on him.
Jake could see the tense light of anticipation in her gaze, and he felt none the better for having it directed at him.

How the hell had she known he was here?

Moat shook her head and held her hand out, palm up, in a gesture indicating that he could come no further.

Jake held back his grumbling protest and tried to hold back the bristling agitation he felt at being told he could not go in to see his own mate.

Moat sensed his displeasure and shook her finger at him, and he rolled his eyes at the gesture, one a mother might to do to a wayward and misbehaved child.

Suddenly, a voice cut through his frustration.

"Jake?"

His eyes lit up and his ears perked up on his skull. His face became clouded as his mind raced into anticipatory overdrive.

"Yeah, Neytiri, I'm here…..are you ok? Are you in pain? Can I please come in?"

He heard a muffled chuckle come from within the alcove, and he knew it to be Neytiri's and his face split into a smile.

However, the chuckle was soon replaced with a series of spastic screams and sobs.

His ears pinned to his head and before he could yell out to Neytiri, Moat caught his attention with a single, firm "No", before turning and disappearing back into the alcove.

As a long deluge of wails and screams persisted for the next while, Jake paced and paced upon the deck of branches, a millions scenarios whirring through his mind, dimming his happiness and blurring his sense of reason. Each scenario seemed worse than the last.

Finally he came upon the thought, in some dark mental catacomb, that perhaps the combination of twins and the irregular genetics of he and Neytiri's coupling could not result in anything good, any viable child….and that because of mating with her, he was the one that putting her in the pain that he was hearing her go through now.

His mind descended further and further into a dark spiral of terrifying thoughts and images, one which caused his hands to ball into fists and his eyes to squint, as if shutting his eyes would block out the light, and thereby the images he saw in his mind could not come to pass.

Suddenly his mind came to screeching halt, and all the dark dimensions of his mind faded instantly before the clarion sound that flooded his ears.

The wheedling cries of a baby's first breaths.

Jake's jaw dropped as he burst through the covering of the alcove, skidding to a halt in front of Neytiri.

The healers laughed at his entrance but fretted all the same at the fact that he was supposed to wait for Moat to call him in.

There before him, was Neytiri, teary eyed, and doused in sweat, holding a small bundle wrapped in bark cloth. His eyes flicked over to where Moat stood cradling another small bundle in her arms.

Jake's amazement was such that even in the swirling torrent of joy that he felt, he could not smile. He slowly walked over to Neytiri's side, never taking his eyes from her.

Neytiri looked up at him, and their eyes connected, sending a fresh wave of tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Neytiri smiled up at her mate.

Jake 's face remained entranced, frozen in a mask of blissful shock.

He slowly fell to one knee, and taking Neytiri's face in both hands, he kissed her with every amount of love he could muster.

Even for her exhaustion, Neytiri returned the kiss, both of them feeling the undaunted and undimmed flow of happiness and love between them.

Their lips lingered near each other as they slowly pulled away, neither of them wanting to relinquish the moment and the sensation of each other's love.

Finally, and with great effort, Jake tore his eyes from Neytiri's and turned them to the bundle that lay in her arms.

Neytiri followed his gaze with a radiant smile and gently peeled back some of the layers that hid the child from view.

Jake's eyes roved over feature of the child's face, taking in the fact that though the child lacked eyebrows, he looked almost exactly like his father (and his uncle).

Jake reached out with his finger to touch the child, and to his surprise and delight, the child opened his eyes, small golden orbs flecked with greenish sparks, and reached out a tiny four fingered hand to encase his father's prodding finger.

Jake felt the tiny vibrancy of life from within that grip and he simply uttered.

"Thomas…."

Neytiri smiled in such a way that it caught Jake's attention, and he turned to look back at her, and the expression upon her face, his eyes clouded and he looked at her questioningly.

"What?"

She paused, holding back a chuckle, before she answered.

"I think it if funny that you pick the name Thomas for this son, while your other son, looks just the same, so I am simply wondering at your reasoning?"

Jake leapt up and gently stepped over Neytiri and crossed the room to where Moat stood.

She held out the bundle to him, and he took his son into his arms, and saw that Neytiri was right. They both looked exactly alike.

They were twins, after all.

They looked like Jake in the face, bearing his smaller eyes, his nose, and his shorter ears, but they were bound to their pure Na'vi heritage by their lack of eyebrows and the four fingered hands and toes that they sported.

Jake locked eyes with his son, and he felt that his naming had been correct.

He looked back over to Neytiri, and smiled down at her, before saying in a quiet but confident voice.

"Something tells me that I named them correctly…looking into their eyes, they are silently telling me who they are…this"

Jake pointed with his head to the bundle in his arms

"This is Eytukan…..and you are holding Thomas".

Neytiri smiled and nodded.

"I felt it too…..I felt it in the breaking of the bond as they were born. Some inner force told me who came first."

Jake walked over to her, and carefully bent down to kiss her, before removing Thomas from her arms, and he stood there awhile, holding both of his children in his arms, silently marveling at them.

Silently marveling at the future.

It was in the early hours of the morning, where the darkling light of pre-dawn stood out against the darker shades of night, when Odo'khal came to their alcove.

Jake knew what he had come for, and he looked from Odo'khal to the sleeping form of his sons and Neytiri.

He then sensed a pair of eyes upon them, and he turned to see Moat in the corner, staring at them both.

She had heard Odo'khal's speech at the council of leaders. She knew his intentions.

Therefore, with a silent wave and nod, she assured Jake that she would look after his family for a while, and that he needed to go with Odo'khal.

With one last final glance towards his sleeping family, he strode out of the alcove with Odo'khal into the darkness.

By the time that they made it down to the lake, where Odo'khal had prepared his supplies and rations in a pack, the first towering spires of fiery dawn were spreading out from the rim of the horizon.

Jake turned to look out over the land, his eyes distant and his expression indiscernible.

He let forth a huge sigh, before turning to look back up at Odo'khal, his golden eyes reflecting the red fire of day's first light shooting forth and dancing upon the surface of the lake.

"There is nothing to say at a time like this….nothing that will offer any more comfort or help."

Odo'khal put forth his hands in a gesture of placation and reassurance.

"Don't worry about me, you do not need to say anything more on my behalf….where I'm going, I only have my strength and wits to rely on."

Jake was silent, pondering slightly Odo'khal's words. The giant suddenly let forth a laugh and slapped a hand to Jake's shoulder.

Jake looked up in confusion.

"Don't worry about saying anything to me, I'll be fine…..all you need to worry about is coming up with something to say that will stop your mate from killing you where you stand. We've spent far too much time at this already, Neytiri is probably furious."

Jake rolled his eyes, and waved his hand, as if warding off the probable truth of Odo'khal's claim.

"Yeah, yeah…I love her more than anything, and I love the twins, but this is important…..they can wait for just a small while longer."

At those words coming from Jake, Odo'khal quieted his laughter, and there was a moment of silence between them.

Jake suddenly narrowed his eyes at Odo'khal, and pointed a finger at him, his tone smacking of mock anger, but his words were no less earnest because of it.

"The only thing I can say now is that you need to take care of yourself, I mean you are going off on this crazy journey….with no backup and no idea of where you are going! Be back by the end of the next rainy season, or I will kick your ass!"

Odo'khal smiled and let out a gruff chuckle, his eyes flicking downwards.

Jake smiled, but his tone became even more serious.

"I'm serious Odo, take care of yourself…I know you can handle yourself and hold your own, but it's a big world out there, and unfortunately, as we've seen, there are Na'vi who are not like the People, not of the same mind and spirit."

Jake sighed deeply and then held out his hand.

Odo'khal looked down at the outstretched hand, hesitating slightly at the foreignness of the gesture, even though he knew it to be common amongst humans. After several moments of Jake's hand hanging in the air, Odo'khals massive slab-like hands reached out and embraced Jake's smaller, outstretched hand.

Jake beamed and shook Odo'khal's hand vigorously, chuckling slightly at the giant's seeming unfamiliarity with the gesture.

When their hands broke, Odo'khal reached with one of his and rested it on Jake's shoulder, smiling down at his friend.

"Its time for me to take my leave, Olo'eyktan, with your final word of approval?"

Jake scowled slightly at the title Odo'khal kept referring to him by, but his features quickly lightened again, and a strange air of stoic levity came over him.

Once again, he pointed a finger at Odo'khal narrowing his eyes.

"Move it, Marine! Get the hell out of here, before I change my mind!"

Odo'khal's shoulders shuddered slightly in silent laughter, and with one last nod to Jake and an adjustment of the weight on his back, he turned and started along the Eastern shore of the lake.

Jake watched him go.

His mind was torn in two. A part of him was so focused in on Neytiri, and his newly birthed sons, and that part flared up in him at that moment, screaming inside his head for him to head back up to Hometree, to kiss his mate, and hold his sons.

But he stayed. There was another part of him that rooted his feet and stayed his focus, as he watched Odo'khal as he diminishing among the slight surf of the lakeshore. This part worried for Odo'khal, but even more, that part of him wanted to be with him, seeing what he could of the strange world that was his home now.

Jake smiled. That was Tommy coming out in him. Tommy was the explorer, the one who wanted to see all that could be seen…..from the tallest three, to the fragile leaves of the smallest flower, Tommy wanted to be there to see it, to visit the places that few people frequented, to actually behold with his own eyes the things that he had learned about and been told stories of.

After all, that's how this whole mess started.

Jake chuckled again.

Tommy the explorer…..the adventurous, fearless scholar just had to see this whole new planet, a vibrant world floating through the void. He had to see Pandora with his own eyes.

He had to cross the vast gulfs of space, trillions upon trillions of miles from his home, to discover the nuances and wonders of life on a world so different and yet so similar to his own.

Tommy had to be one to do that.

But it hadn't been. Jake had assumed that role, that task.

Jake brought his hands up to his eyes to look at them. He watched the early morning sun drape his blue skin in a radiant hue of white. One by one, Jake watched the dots on his skin begin to light up in response to the light, like tiny constellations winking out of darkling blue vault of evening.

Tommy was dead, and he was here.

Jake's thoughts turned once more to his own life, and the chaotic string of coincidence that brought him to where he now stood, and his thoughts turned to his own life, his own spirit.

His thoughts turned immediately to Neytiri and the twins.

Jake looked back up to the rising sun and the shore….

Odo'khal was gone, vanished from his sight.

Jake smiled a half smile, shaking his head…sending a silent prayer to Eywa to look after his friend and to see him back to them someday.

With that, Jake turned on his heel and walked back up the slope to Hometree, a lone figure flickering in the shadows cast by the beginning paths of pale golden light.

A/N: Wow, what can I say? Sorry again about the horrendous delay. Thank you all who have read my story, and especially those of you who have been following this story from its first posting. My proverbial hat goes off to you. You guys are awesome. I really hope you enjoyed the story, because I enjoyed writing it, and thank you to those of you who took the time to review and critique my work. As this being my first fanfiction (though it is no longer new), I really got a look at differing perspectives on my writing style. What style? Im not sure. Anyway, this has been an awesome time sharing my ideas with you guys, and I hope some of you will stay tuned for the sequel. Yes, there will be a sequel. It will be called Terminus. Those of you who are Dark Tranquility fans will get this much more, and even just from that title have a glimpse of what the story will be about. Cryptic and lame hints aside, I hope you all had fun reading this, and I hope to start working on the sequel soon. As always, take it easy. Over and out...