Avatar 3
through the eyes of
Miles Quaritch
Pandora's Eastern sea is left reeling from the force of the metal blow, her waters are tainted, stained with the blood and gore of vacant bodies; both of beloved clan members and foreign entities. The smoke clears, but the scent of gunfire remains testament to the sheer destruction left in the wake of the battle.
Eywa weeps for her fallen children; taken too soon before their time, ripped from the warmth of their families by hands of cold metal. Children cry for parents who no longer live, lovers are forever doomed to suffer the agony of separation, friends sing the songs of people who now only exist in memory, and mothers wail over the bodies of their deceased children. The fragmented remains of families are left to pick up the pieces after the loss, scrambling for some semblance of the normalcy that was shattered. Though, one day, these deep wounds would heal or fade to scars, the holes would forever remain.
The felled corpse of the once mighty sea dragon, rotting and in detriment, buried in its watery grave, as it deserves to be. But even in death, the sky people continue to bring grief to the people. Its body leaks a venomous ichor, it poisons the water, contaminating the oceans inhabitants until its black vitriol ran through their veins. Sickness reared like a tidal wave upon the sea clans, washing away with it their already sapped strength. Death after death after death spirals the wounded clans into further detriment, pulling the tatters of their foundation from under their feet, sinking them further into the abyss of doom . . .
And then there's Miles.
One of the last surviving products of the Project Phoenix endeavor. The hellish depths of the ocean apparently thought him too bitter and spat him right back out onto the land, left to suffer in the wake of his defeat, and wallow in the sting of his wounds. Once again, he's failed. His plan fell through like a sabotaged jenga tower, and he's been left to crawl out from under the rubble. Defeated.
His ikran, named Cupcake, isn't much better off than he, being torn through by enemy gunfire. Journeying to bridgehead isn't a feasible option, unless he wants to suddenly plummet out of the sky to a watery end when his ride grew too weary to fly. If only he had known what taking refuge for the night on a remote island would lead to - the abrupt 180 turn of events would trigger, a series of hair-raising occurrences that would both plunge him into a dark confusion of his standing point in the fight for humanity's survival, also whilst simultaneously causing him to open his eyes.
A/N:
Soooo hyped 4 the third movie!