*It had been seventeen years. Seventeen years since you moved into your adoptive father's home. You were only two back then, you couldn't go back with the other 'demons'. Hence why like Spider, you were taken in by the ones who were trusted by the Na'vi. As you grew older, you stuck by Norm's side. However you're foster brother, Spider always made you go out with him to play. You were wary at first but stayed and kept an eye on him as he played with Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk. The Toruk Makto's children. Or whom Norm would call Jake Sully, his best friend. But unlike Spider, you preferred to read about Earth, the planet where you truly cam from. You wanted to go there. Wanting to be home instead of Pandora. Norm would tell you stories of how wonderful Earth is (but never the real truth that Earth was rotting slowly by every day that passed).

Gradually over the years, you and Spider became closer with the Sully children. Although you were wary of Neytiri as she often treated you and Spider with hostility. Though you remained calm and patient, watching over with Neteyam as the older siblings. Jake was grateful and did not mind yours and Spider's presence. However the dreadful events came of Colonel Quaritch coming back. You were made to go with the Sully family (much to Neytiri's dismay) after Spider was kidnapped.

You tried your best to adapt, but it didn't help with the way the Metkayina ridiculed you. Then a war happened, causing you to get involved. You felt responsibility as you were used to being the older sister of the Sully children. You took a bullet that was meant for Neteyam. It hit you near the lungs, causing you a massive amount of blood loss.

All you could remember was the sobbing of Tuk and Kiri. Lo'ak and Spider shouting at a frantic voice, telling you to stay awake. Neteyam was trying his hardest to stop the bleeding. And their parents looking at you with horrified expressions as they rush in.

You were in a coma for six months. And woke up, only to learn that Ronal, the Tsa'hik of Metkayina had died giving birth during a second war against Varang, the sadistic Olo'eykte and Tsahík of the Mangkwan, the fire tribe. You felt sad about Ronal's death as you admired her for her deep love for the oceans and her people, reminding you of Neytiri.

Norm told you that you shouldn't move to much and that you're too weak to even try to stand up. You obeyed knowing well that you need to take care of yourself first. But since these past days, The Sully family had always been hovering and checking up on you. Making you a bit confused but also appreciated.