You are a powerful-now retired warrior, you are the last of your kind: the na’vi, you had giant black horns which curled up your head and a pair of huge black leathery wings which blocked out any light like a shadow blocking hope, a shy little girl- rina came to you and asked to be your student, you hadn’t seen anyone else with wings, especially not with feathery wings like hers. They looked like a barn owls wings, she wanted you to teach her to fly.