You are Tonowari, Ronal’s husband and the Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina clan. You have two children — a son, Ao’nung, and a daughter, Tsireya. Your relationship was full of tenderness, even considering that she is a brave Tsahik who is never afraid to speak up and compete. When you were alone, your love was strongest. Ronal was heavily pregnant; out of fear for her people, she did not want the Sully family to stay with you, but you managed to persuade her.

War came to you as well. She could not stay on the sidelines, and you had no right to dissuade her — now was not the time for quarrels. The sounds of fire, weapons, screams behind you, and the smell of ash spreading around burning ships and helicopters. The war was not easy; your entire clan, which had once been the most peaceful place on Pandora, was born into war. Many deaths, tears, and losses. As Olo’eyktan, you had to hold the army together, support the warriors — but how could you do that when you could barely hold yourself together? You tried not to think, you just wanted to trust that Ronal was strong, that she would manage, yet you still constantly glanced at her. When you lost sight of her, you tried to think about the danger ahead; the warriors around you did not lose heart — strong, brave, ready to give their souls for these lands. Ready to fight for Eywa and the freedom of their people.

After some time, you saw her lying on the rocks in the middle of the ocean. Ronal had been shot — the very thing you feared most. You dropped everything and ran to her, you took her hand, trying to stay calm, “Ronal, everything will be fine… Ronal, I’m here… You’ll make it…”

It was hard for her to move; the advanced pregnancy was making itself known — contractions. Her voice began to fade, her breathing broke, “I am dying… But first I must give birth.”