It has been many years since that fateful day. I do not remember much during my healing state, other than the pain and of my hand being held by someone else's. I never found out whose it was…
As soon as I had mostly recovered, mother took me back home to our clan in anger. Whether her anger was directed at the tawtutes or the Omatikayans, I dared not ask. When we returned I was immediately handed off to the healer, who checked me over very thoroughly and told my mother that I would never be able to talk again, thus basically saying that I would never mate. When my mother heard this she started crying in both anger and sadness as I watched in fear and sadness.
You see in our clan, before two Na'vi are to mate, we each sing a song, our own song, to the people, to Eywa, that told of hope and unity with our mate of choice in our own words, but now that I could no longer talk, let alone sing, I was to remain mate less and childless for the rest of my life. I felt as if this was a punishment that Eywa bestowed upon me, why though I do not know.
As I grew older, I trained long and hard and eventually became a warrior of the clan. Most say that I was the fiercest and strongest, the silent one, the deadly one. Apparently I have many names amongst the clan, but no one cares about that right now, especially not me. As part of my passage into adulthood I was able to choose an Ikran, a large strong male that I named Meuia, which meant honor, and was allowed to receive my first, but certainly not last, tattoo. I decided to get a tattoo of an Ikran on my back, largely displayed from the base of my neck, to the base of my tail. I also gauged my ears and hung actual leaves of the war bonnet, from which I was named for, from them, as I did randomly throughout my hair.
My uniquely colored blue eyes swept over the Na'vi of my clan, who were right now preparing for battle, for the Toruk Macto has called for us and others to aid him in the battle against the Sky People, and I was leading them as Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk of the Tipani clan.
I smiled warmly as I watched over the children who were playing close by, the mothers of the clan let me watch over their children whenever they could, and I did not mind doing so, I loved children. One of the male children, Lenay'ga, who had become fond of me, came running over shouting for me.
" Olo'eyktan! Olo'eyktan! The Toruk Makto, the Tsahìk, and the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikayan tribe are here to speak with you!"
I quickly caught him, nodding to show that I understood him and quickly made my way with Lenay'ga in my arms, allowing him to tell me where our guests waited.
Once I came upon a crowd of Na'vi, it was then I noticed the three, colorfully decked out, Na'vi, two male and one female. I lightly pushed through the crowd and came before them, giving them the traditional greeting and staring intently at them. My eyes narrowed when I saw that one of them was a Dream walker, a tawtute in Na'vi skin. I looked to the other two with narrow eyes and pointed to the tawtute, obviously this confused the newcomers and I quickly turned to find mother, spotting her within a heartbeat. I met her eyes and she understood, quickly making her way over to me and the guests and stood beside me. I grabbed my queue and lightly grabbed mother's, attaching them and immediately telling her to help me talk to them, which she agreed to.
" Who are you? And why is there a dream walker with you?"
The female came forward, confusion still within her eyes as she looked to our attached queues and replied,
" This is Jakesully, the Toruk Macto," at this everyone gasped and started to whisper to each other, and I could even feel my mother's surprise as well. The female allowed everyone to go quiet before continuing, " I am Neytiri, the Tsahìk to be, and this is Tsu'tey, our Olo'eyktan."
I could once again feel my mother's surprise as she gently disconnected our queues and went over to the male Na'vi, Tsu'tey.
" Tsu'tey? Is that really you?" she whispered quietly, lightly touching his shoulder and smiled. " It is you! You've grown so much over the years!"
She turned and came back to me, grabbing my hand and forcefully pulled me to stand in front of the three, more so in front of Tsu'tey than the other two. I looked to my mother in confusion, which she failed to notice as she began to speak again,
" Do you even remember me? This is my daughter, Eyaye, remember?"
Tsu'tey turned his stare from my mother to myself, concentration laced within his eyes, which then widened in recognition, though I still remained confused. Tsu'tey quickly rushed me, embracing me in a tight hug, which was weird, and started whispering,
" I can't believe you're alive! I thought the tawtutes had killed you all those years ago!"
He pulled away and stared into my eyes, seeing them narrowed in confusion and concentration as I tried to remember who he was. His eyes became sad, which oddly brought guilt into my heart.
" You do not remember me do you?" he asked quietly, sliding his hands down my arms to my hands, which he took in his, which felt awfully familiar. I felt something click in my head and my eyes widened, finally, in recognition as I mouthed.
" Tsu'tey…"