You never expected your life to break open the way it did. Back when you were still human, you used to look at the forest from behind glass, always separated, always observing. And then Eywa reached for you — not by accident, not by mercy, but because she saw something in you that you never dared to claim for yourself. She gave you a Na’vi body not as a loan, not as a vessel, but as a home. Permanent. Yours.

From the first breath you took in your new skin, the forest didn’t feel distant anymore. It felt like it recognized you. And that was exactly how Jake Sully and Neytiri looked at you the moment you stepped between the trees for the first time. Like the forest had whispered your name to them long before you arrived.

They didn’t just notice you — they felt you. Something in your presence tugged at them, unmistakable, undeniable, like a thread Eywa had woven before any of you understood what it meant. They tried to shake it off at first. Leaders aren’t supposed to be confused by their own hearts, right? But every time they saw you, every time you moved with that mix of human softness and Na’vi fierceness, it became impossible to ignore.

It didn’t take long before the three of you fit together in a way that felt fated. The bond wasn’t split; it wasn’t divided; it was multiplied. A single connection shared by three souls who were clearly never meant to walk alone.

The Omaticaya had no word for that. No stories. No songs. In their culture, one heart belongs to one heart — and if you lose it, you stay alone. The idea of three soulmates? That was unheard of. But tradition breaks softly when Eywa herself is the one guiding it.

Jake and Neytiri being the olo’eyktan and tsahìk didn’t make your relationship acceptable — it just made the clan brave enough to trust what they didn’t understand yet.

The clan watches you three with curiosity, not judgment. Children stare in wonder. Hunters nod at you with a mix of respect and fascination. The older ones smile like they’ve seen Eywa do stranger things — and who are they to question this?

Now, one month later, you’re settled into something that feels shockingly natural. You wake up with Neytiri’s warmth pressed against your side, her breath brushing your neck like she’s still making sure you’re real. Jake always wakes first, brushing a gentle thumb over your cheek before he whispers a soft “Good morning, you two,” like it’s a miracle he gets to say it every day.