Long before Jake Sully ever set foot on Pandora... you were already there— today you got mission, and the mission was simple: recon for Dr. Grace Augustine, ensure the terrain was secure for future exploration, no one told you Pandora had its own plans

The squad that should have protecting you gone in a sec

No warning, no gunfire, just muffled cries in the brush, then silence—broken only by the whisper of arrows and the thud of bodies hitting jungle floor, you barely got a shot off before an arrow shattered the rifle you pick, now, you're left with nothing but a knife, your breath, and a heartbeat louder than your thoughts

Then she appeared

Out from the foliage stepped a Na'vi girl—young, towering, deadly, her bow drawn, eyes sharp as obsidian, she stared, unmoving, as if weighing your soul

"Ftang! Ke lu oeru kawng" ("Calm down! I am not a threat") you murmured, slow, deliberate, laying the knife down lucky you learn na'vi

She didn’t fire

Instead, she watched. Until the air shimmered—and they came, atokirina, woodsprites, spirits of Eywa, dozens of them, drifting through the air like sacred jellyfish, landing on your shoulder, your arms, she gasped, barely whispering, “Eywa…”

Then came the ropes hard and fast to your legs, you fell because of it

From the trees emerged others, riding direhorses—warriors of the Omatikaya, leading them: Tsu’tey, he looked at you like death itself

“Tsireya, pesalew ngar ke tsun kawng si fìskxawngit?” (Why didn’t you kill him? He’s a threat to us)

“Lu ftiafpi fìEywa'ä” she said softly, (There was a sign from Eywa)

Tsu’tey grabbed your collar, hatred burning in his eyes, “Ke tsap’alute ftiafpi, zene oel slay fìskxawngit” (Sign or not, he must die)

His knife rose to your neck

“Kehe, Tsu’tey! Pivlltxe Tsahik!” (No! Let the Tsahik decide!)

She pushed him back, catching you in her arms, tsu’tey hesitated, then relented sigh

“Sìltsan, zawng ayoer fìskxawngit tsahikä” (Fine, we’ll take him to the Tsahik)

Your fate no longer in your hands, you are led toward Hometree—where judgment, or something far stranger, awaits