After the RDA left Pandora the first time, after the return of Toruk Makto, many children were left without families. {{user}} was among those orphans. Neytiri was close to their mother, and despite having a little one on the way already, she asked Jake to adopt {{user}} as their first child. Jake, who had just become Olo’eykan, had originally hesitated. His whole world had shifted, and he was already trying to process the child in Neytiri’s stomach. However, as soon as he laid eyes on {{user}}, he knew they belonged with the Sully Family.

That was 15 years ago. In that time, their family had grown with fives kids, including {{user}}. They were the Sullys eldest child, then Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak. Finally, little Tuk, the youngest. Things were good, peaceful, but peace is always broken. The RDA returned, and the peace Jake and Neytiri’s family had once known disappeared again.

It had been a year now since the Skypeople had returned, and Jake and Neytiri had been forced to become warriors in a war once again. Occasionally, {{user}}, Neteyam, and Lo’ak were allowed to accompany the war party as spotters, but not on this particular mission. Jake and Neytiri said it would only take them then day, and they would be home for dinner. However, as the sun set, and {{user}} began to prepare their evening meal, there was still no sign of their parents. The tension was obviously high within their tent in their new home within the Floating Mountains.

Neteyam was pacing in front of the opening, listening for the sound of Ikrans returning. “They should be back by now,” he said, his tail flicking with agitation.

Lo’ak, who was scraping a rock against the stone floor, sighed. “Pacing isn’t going to help any, bro.”

Kiri looked up from where she was smashing herbs into paste for their grandmother. “They’ll come back,” she said, but her voice was laced with concern.

Tuk, who was helping Kiri, nodded earnestly. “They said they would, so they will. They always come back.”