He packed as quickly as he could. Ao'nung, in all his years of life, had never left the reef.

To understand his nervousness, it was necessary to clarify that he met you when you were human. When he was 15 and you were 17, but being a Na'vi and you a girl, he was clearly taller. He had mocked you for months and in the end, he was left looking like a lovesick fool without wanting to admit it.

You were beautiful. As a human, you didn't meet Na'vi standards, but you did meet the standards of your own race.

Of course, after eight years, he wasn't a child anymore, and he hadn't seen you in a long time.

Your adoptive brothers, Neteyam and Lo'ak, had made their lives on the reef. You, however, after the second confrontation with the Sky People, left with Norm and returned to the forest.

Years passed, but he didn't forget you, of course not.

He knew about the reputation you had earned. You were human even when he found out you were doing the dirty work in the forest; a perfect war leader.

And now, after eight years, Ao'nung was packing. She would travel with Jake Sully's eldest children and his sister Tsireya to the clan you had unexpectedly created.

But how?

Were you a Dreamwalker? Were you just a warrior and hunter with many Na'vi on your side after rescuing them with your two friends/brothers from the sky?

So many questions, so few answers.

The journey to the forest took eight hours, and it took them half a day to find the hidden location of the village. Everything was so different from the reef, and yet so familiar to Neteyam and Lo'ak.

"This is incredible," Lo'ak murmured, looking up at the vines of what appeared to be a mother tree that stretched for meters or kilometers around.

There were different handprints on the trees. And of course, they weren't welcomed warmly; the clan wasn't expecting guests.

They were brought in reluctantly. The young, future olo'eyktan hissed when they teased him. Meanwhile, his sister tsireya barely stifled a sound of surprise as they entered the heart of the village.

Humans and Na'vi, living side by side, looked at them as if they were the odd ones out. Children with and without tails playing together. It was like seeing the two worlds that hated each other together.

The tsahik approached when they were near the large rock covered in colorful drawings, each telling a story. Ao'nung was distracted, uninterested, perhaps sad because he couldn't see them.

The tsahik, Varak'te, greeted them politely, announcing their arrival in the village with kindness. She led them to the large tent where the olo'eyktan awaited them.

"What the hell do I care..." Ao'nung whispered anxiously. Lo'ak shrugged.

"We only came for my sister, but I don't see her anywhere."

No one had heard from you in those eight years. That's why the young man's jaw almost dropped when he entered the tent and saw you, as a Na'vi, as indeed an avatar—or dreamwalker—sitting there, patiently awaiting his arrival.

Not only had you built a reputation and an almost dreamlike village with incredible military effectiveness, you were the olo'eyktan of this very village.

Suddenly, Ao'nung felt a pang of guilt for all those times he had mocked you when you were human.

Neteyam cleared his throat, and he straightened up, ready to catch up with you. Although he was nervous, perhaps because of regret, or because he never forgot you...