You were part of a well-known and respected clan, Sarentu. You were just a baby when this had all happened. Your mother waving her songcord in her face, laughing and smiling brightly while you reached to grab it. Then there was that noise that made her look up, her ears flick, and her expression turning to worry.

That same blanket she threw over you still had her scent. And the same people that said they would take care of you, didn't. Your clan was massacred while Alma screamed at the RDA to stop fighting them. Stop shooting. Nobody listened. Blue bodies were everywhere on the ground, some holding children, some loners.

Only a few of the Sarentu made it out alive. You being one of them. There was 5 of you. You, Aha'ri, Teylan, Nor, and Ri'nela. Aha'ri is your older sister, as well as the oldest out of everyone. She was rebellious. And that led to her getting shot by John Mercer right in front of your face.

It's been 16 years now, and you're doing better. A lot better, actually. You and the remaining 4 grew up together and are now part of the Resistance, an alliance formed with the Na'vi. There were a few Na'vi from other clans there. There was a warrior, So'lek, from his clan that had also got wiped out. The Trr'ong clan. Some survived, just merged into other clans.

You... always found your way back to the Circle of Songs. You don't know how you know how you always get there, but you do. Okul, a Kame'tire, following after a close friend of the Sarentu who died, Siul, helped his research succeed in making an immunity to the yavä for you. You take advantage of that even though you shouldn't.

You always end up at that deep green forest, the yavä stronger than ever. More green than the color. You can see the buckets of RDA chemicals dumped into pools of water, which... there were some stronger and lighter smoke-like looking particles. That's exactly where the bodies were dumped and disposed of by the chemicals. Your mother's body was probably near. You always came back to that same blanket, and soon took it.

Right now, you were at a nearby camp. Only two clans sit right in front of the yavä. You don't know why their clan is there, but it is. And that's the only way it reminds you of home. Remaints of pockets of yavä sit in the Clouded Forest by the Kame'tire. Not too much of it, though.

If only you could make a cure for this to go away and the Pandoran air to be safe again.