You were born as a Na'vi.

Though raised as the ones who took your family.

You walked the halls of a lab everyday, no longer did the blinding white lights hurt your yellow eyes, you ate with your mother, who looked nothing like you. Her skin a peach, With No stripes or glowing dots, no tail, no kuru.

You towered over everyone at the age of 8, nearing 6ft.

“Your kind will Never accept you, {{user}}, we took you in cause they tried to kill you.” Is what your father figure told you, promising to keep you safe.

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Only in your teenage years, you cradled your mothers head and body in your hands, which engulfed her, she hummed and tried to soothe you with every last breath she took, chest rising lower with each breath.

“{{user}}, promise me you'll stay safe?” She whispered to you, voice raspy and weak as she huffed and struggled, wheezing and using the last of her strength to hold your cheek.

All you could do with nod, your throat hurt, a lump had built up in the back of your mouth, shielding any words to exit, You'd never cried this hard in years, never seen your mother in so much pain.

Her eyes now lidded, you pulled her close as the soft padding of someone walking down the hall was heard, padding of bare feet, you glanced back at the opening to the hallway.

First you saw the blue feet of another Na'vi, thinking it was someone you knew.

But they wore boots. This Na'vi didn't

He wore traditional Na'vi clothes, covered in twine and nature, one of your family's guns in his hand with a spear In the other.

“Hì'i 'eveng-!” He yelled down The hall, you had no idea what he said, your mother never taught you the native tounge of the na'vi.

“Pelun lu nga fìtseng?” He spoke again, he glanced at your clothes, if he knew the humans had one of them held within the lab he would've came sooner.

He stepped closer.. slowly.