You guys think that this is it? Ya think I'm going to kill them and leave you hanging? XD Ya'll crack me up. If ya read my profile, this is going to be a triliogy. I hope I didn't cause any heart attacks during the last chapter. Quite frankly, I'm a little hurt. No, Skoedaddy, I didn't find some quick way to end the story, it's only the begining.

Now you can throw crap at me for scaring you.

Captured Na'vis

31

The Na'vi lost. Their land was scared and burnt, and rain poured down. Mo'at collected the remainder of the Na'vi to what was left of their village. Children and mates both cried, their tears mixing with the rain water. They cried for those who were lost—their parents, their children, their mates, their friends—those they have lost. The humans were gone, for now. Norm limped to Mo'at, his limb profusely bleeding.

"Ma'am," he whispered, supporting his weight on his good leg.

She turned to him, her face worried as she looked at him. "NormSpellman," she breathed, looking at his leg.

"Forget that," he whispered, groaning slightly. "I cannot find most of the women of the tribe."

Mo'at looked down at her feet. "Well, there were many deaths," she whispered, touching his shoulder.

"No, I heard that the humans took hostages," Norm said gravely. "And most of the women are missing . . ."

Mo'at twitched sickly, her stomach turned violently. "Oh, Eywa," she breathed, her hand covering her mouth. "Oh, Eywa no."

Norm hung his head. "There was nothing we can do," he whispered, his ears dropping.

The male Na'vi held the woman closer to him. "How can this happen?" she whimpered, her head buried in his chest.

"You always told us that Eywa has a plan for us," Norm stated.

"It is true," Mo'at stated. "She has a plan for all Her people. She is teaching us all a lesson, but I hate this one."

"We all do," Norm said.

An Ikran flew down to the earth, Neytiri and Tu'sky on its back. Mo'at turned to the duo disembarking from the dragon-like creature. The older Na'vi approached the two female Na'vis, looking at their sad faces. Ma'ki turned, rushing to his older sister. He grabbed her hands, looking up at her with frightful, yet innocent eyes.

"Sister, Sister, where is Miles?" he asked, looking at her. "And where Olo'eyktan JakeSully?"

Tu'sky's face turned to one of pain. She let out a shaky sigh, kneeling to her brother. "We c-can no longer say their n-names," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Ma'ki looked at his sister with a stunned expression, his ears alert and his eyes wide. But then he hung his head, looking at his feet. Tu'sky pulled her brother close to her shoulder, allowing him to sob. Norm felt like he was stabbed in the heart. He groaned, placing a hand to his forehead. The whole village heard, and fell into a deep mourning. Mo'at, after a while, made her people move to The Tree of Souls, where they prayed for those who have been lost. Neytiri had to now rule over the people. She had to lead them to war.

In Hell's Gate, several cells were filled with Na'vi females. The air was replaced with Pandoran air so that they could breathe. Blackwood looked at each cell, searching for one female of his own. A soldier followed him, wanting one of his own. "So, which one you think is a good one?" Blackwood asked his best soldier.

"Hell, they're all good," he answered.

Blackwood stopped in front of one cell. There was a young female Na'vi teenager. Her hair was all braided, and each braid had beads. Her eyes were gold in colour, and her stripes were very much like a zebra. Her tail was coiled around her feet, and she was truly afraid. The general smirked at the scene before him.

"I want her," he breathed, tapping at the window of the cell.

The soldier smirked. "Have fun, sir," he said, walking by his boss.

Blackwood placed his mask on, and entered the first door, which cleared his access to the cell. He looked at the teenager Na'vi. She looked to be around fifteen years old or so. She hissed, pushing herself into a corner. Her tail twitched, and she glared at the human before her.

"Okay, kid," the general began, "if you don't struggle, it will be quick. I don't feel like hurting ya." He approached her, stepping between her legs, and kneeled down. He roughly grabbed her chin. "You understand?"

She looked at him, then looked to his weapon at his side, and slowly nodded. He roughly forced himself on her, and she could do nothing. When it was all over, he zipped up his pants, and smirked at her. The Na'vi female whimpered, holding her shaking body.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he said, leaving the cell.

When she was alone, she wailed for her mother and father.