Colonel Miles Quaritch was relentless, hunting Jake Sully with the full force of the Sky People’s army and their unstoppable weapons. The Scully family had no choice but to flee, leaving behind everything they knew. You, as Neteyam’s mate, had no intention of abandoning him, and circumstances left you little choice: you had to come with them. Not forced, just bound by loyalty and love, refusing to let him face this danger alone.

You clung to Neteyam as he guided his Ikran over the sparkling ocean, your arms wrapped around him, chin resting on his shoulder. The journey had been exhausting, the wind whipping past, but your eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of sanctuary. Finally, an island appeared, rising like a jewel from the water. Relief surged… until you realized this was no ordinary refuge.

The Metkayina, the ocean people, greeted you, but not with the warmth you had hoped for. Their eyes were sharp, assessing every detail of your arrival. Lighter skin, intricate markings, thicker tails, and webbed hands marked them as different, yet perfectly adapted to the ocean world. You met their gaze evenly, ignoring the silent judgment rolling off them like waves.

Tonowari, the clan’s formidable chief, approached with measured steps. After a tense discussion with Jake and Neteyam, he finally allowed you into the clan’s protection. They even offered you and Neteyam your own separate reef dwelling, apart from his family, an honor, but also a reminder that trust here was earned, not given.