Rating: Mature
Languages: English, Na'vi
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
2nd Genre: Romance
Character A: Harry J. Potter
Character B: Tsu'tey
Summary: When they went to sleep, they hoped of a better future. But with Gaia insane and Magic as dead as his friends, Harry has no reason to stay. Escape and exist was all he had in mind when he stowed away on a ship to Pandora. Not another war. Slash.
WARNING: Slash, Character Death, AU, OCs, Dark Themes.
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Last time:
She had heard of Hari's experiences, his fear of Tsaheylu and her whole being recoiled in horror and sheer unadulterated revulsion and terror at the thought of such things being possible. Tsaheylu, Mating with the unwilling, by force. Such a thing... such a thing...
Tomorrow, tomorrow at first light, she vowed.
The Sky People would burn.
And Now:
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Tsu'tey was seething with fury and disgust and horror, the Warrior didn't think it were possible to feel such dark and overpowering emotions so strongly, so much, without being poisoned by them, without vomiting for need to just make more room for them in his body. Neytiri was watching him with large golden eyes, so innocent, not understanding just what Hari was saying, why he found it so repulsive, she couldn't understand, such evils were beyond her ability to understand. He wanted to protect that innocence, that purity as long as possible, she shouldn't understand these things, shouldn't have to fear them, wouldn't be watching him with such tired, understanding and resigned eyes.
"Calm down Tsu'tey, what's done is done, neither you nor I can go back and change the past and those responsible are long dead," Hari told him, waving a hand dismissively as he turned his attention onto the water flowing in the stream around his toes. "This sort of thing has destroyed people in the past, I'm fine, in all honesty, it never actually struck me as particularly evil or bad, I guess I was too young to understand."
Neytiri knew something bad had happened, something awful and that Hari had been too young to even realise how truly evil it was, she crawled forward and hugged him, aware of Tsu'tey striding forward and picking them both up, wrapping powerful arms around them both as if to try and protect them from the world. Tsu'tey smelt of Ikran, leathers and a hundred different plants, hot metal, river water and something delicate and yet spicy filled her nose as she nuzzled Hari's hair.
"Hari," the younger male began, large four digit hands coming up to tangle in the Magi's hair even as the other rubbed at the back of Neytiri's neck, "You may tell us anything, we would not turn away from you," he told the smaller paler being gently, gently stroking his hair, "To share Joy, to share Pain, that is what it means to be of the People. Do not hide from us," he begged, nuzzling the green eyed male's head.
"Yes," the girl agreed, taking one of Hari's hands in her own, measuring his tiny fingers and palm against her own, "Little Brother, it is our job to protect you, to heal your hurts," she told him, kissing his fingertips, "You are precious to us, please do not hide."
Hari sighed and pressed in close to the both of them, "Sorry, I won't, promise."
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Her breath burned in her lungs as she ran forward, her steps unaccustomedly heavy and thudding on the ground as she poured every ounce of speed and energy into her desperate sprint back towards Hometree. She tore through the people as they went about their work, startling more than a few who soon went back to work, one or two following her progress as she charged up the tree. Heavy arms and legs causing her to stumble once or twice, toes stubbing on the bark but she didn't slow as she finally reached the Tsahik.
"T-Tsa-Tsahik," she panted, finally coming to a stop, cyan skin glistening with sweat from her run, chest pumping hard with every pant, her complexion purple and ruddy, all the blood rushing to her face.
"Peyral, catch your breath," the woman commanded, frowning in concern as she got up from her crouch, wondering why her daughter's bestfriend was in such a state.
The young Hunter gulped for air, "Sylwanin, Sylwanin is attacking the Sky People!" she finally managed to burst out, coughing as she tried to claw more air into her lungs, "She's taken six, six Black-Beads with her! They are heading for the Earth Wound!" she exclaimed, shaking her head violently. Black-Beads, the sign of a Na'vi who had lost family, friends, the will to live, those Hunters and Warriors who cared nothing for their lives anymore but lived on regardless until Eywa called them back to her.
Mo'at's face bleached of all colour, turning light blue before she turned on tail and raced for the upper branches, leaving Peyral to sit on her rump, legs shaking too badly from exhaustion to hold her weight any longer as she prayed, prayed to Eywa that her bestfriend made it out of this alive.
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All was silent save for the thundering of hooves on the ground, none of the predators of the forest approached them and that more than anything proved Eywa's desire, her approval, of their actions as the seven Warriors raced towards the Earth Wound. Paint of green and yellow displaying their intentions plainly, bows were primed, strung, waxed and ready, arrows were fetched, oil soaked cloths wrapped around the arrow heads and waiting as they raced through the forest.
Sylwanin breathed deep, the wind that slapped her in the face, that swept over her skin cooled the fires of rage that seared under her skin, centring her in the face of this conflict about to occur, calm icy determination gripped her, sharp as a blade and as unyielding as the ground beneath her Pa'li's hooves. Today, tonight, maybe neither, but definitely soon, she would burn the Sky People away from her Mother, away from her beloved little brother, away from her beloved Neytiri and Mother, away from her Father and away from her People.
Reason and doubt fled in the face of her fury as the first stench of the Sky People struck her sensitive nose, making her mouth taste bitter and acrid. Signalling to her comrades, she unslung her bow and prepared, watching from the corner of her eye as they did the same, the sound of the monsters with skin like Mother's Bone filling the air, belching out their foul poisons as they tore into her body.
The seven Warriors saw the trees thinning in the distance and lowered themselves on their mounts, leaning in close as they burst through the edge of the forest and launched themselves into the earth wound. The sudden explosion of light was like breathing again. The calm before the storm over and now the world was thrown in sharp, painful focus as the Earth Wound stretched out before them, open, bleeding and those Beasts roaring their determination to attack the Mother.
She screamed, shrilling, piercing cries as she drew and fired, oil sacks attached to the end of her arrows sailing through the air and bursting upon contact with the nearest, more oil from other arrows screaming through the air with accompanying cries.
"Ai yi yi yi yi yi!" she screamed and then the 'guns' began to retort, fierce barks and shouts painful on her ears but inconsequential as she hugged her mount and fixed her golden eyes upon those Sky People who attacked them. She screamed her defiance, arrows already nocked and aimed before the last syllable fell from her lips, flying through the air as the sharp twang of her bow-strap kissed her forearm. Her fanged smile blood thirsty and thrilling as the Sky People were skewered, their tiny weak little bodies broken and draining of life. Had they tried to embrace Eywa as her beloved Brother had, perhaps they would have survived longer, even more so because this would not have been needed.
Heat licked her back as with more shrieking cries the Beast of Mother's Bone went up in flames, the Sky People shouting in alarm as they used their 'guns' to bark and shout at them.
Sylwanin screamed her triumph, bow raised to the air as she spat upon the Earth Wound, water for Eywa, blood for Eywa, she killed in Her name and the lives of her kills were her's to do with as she pleased!
From the corner of her eye, she could see one of her Warriors go down, the 'guns' perforating his body, small bloody holes that store through his flesh, shredding it through and through. She snarled and drew her arrows, oil and flint flying out and striking as it landed, flames leaping up upon her screaming target as he fell into his comrades, spreading her Flames of Wrath.
Then it started to go wrong.
Golden eyes widened as in the middle of her charge, her Pa'li mount was torn from beneath her feet, pain reverberating through her Tsawin as the 'guns' tore through her mount's legs, sending it crashing to the floor. Pain filled her heart before raged washed it away, let her pull herself free of the Bond and draw her arrows as she vaulted from her now dead mount's back, unleashing her fury on the Sky People.
A Sky Person, encased within Mother's Bone lumbered towards her, her eyes widened as with a single sweep of his 'gun' three of her comrades fell, screaming in pain as they were torn apart in a hail of – well, she couldn't even see what it was! It moved too quickly for her eyes to track, but the smell of hot metal, the burning of their flesh, the blood, the puncture wounds, something had clearly hurt them and the Sky People were incapable of the sorcery her beloved Brother told her of!
She had no chance to think further before an arm was around her waist, she squawked in alarm as she felt herself being heaved off the ground by a familiar scented male, Teryn, as he urged his mount up the ridge.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked, struggling in his grasp.
"We cannot win that battle, Sylwanin!" he snapped in response, "I shall return to Eywa, it is my choice, but do not ask me to witness her call for you! Do not!" he snarled as he tightened his grip around her to the point of painful as they crashed through the forest, hearing the sound of the 'guns' barking behind them.
She had forgotten, Teryn had petitioned her father to become her Mate, he had been refused due to his poor status within the clan and the simple fact that Sylwanin held no feelings of that nature toward him. He had borne her no ill-will or intent for it, he had even congratulated her when she had been promised to a Male of the Tipani Clan, vowing to accompany her and ensure her good treatment. But his younger sister had been felled and it was as though his heart had returned to Eywa along with her, leaving his body to live alone and empty behind him. She had been horrified when she witnessed the black beads within his hair, begged him not to throw his life away, he had merely smiled at her, kissing her fingertips before leaving. She had no idea that he still harboured the affection that spurred him to ask for her as a Mate when they were younglings.
She fell quiet and allowed him to bare her away from the battle, clinging tightly to him, feeling the nervous tension that every line of hardened muscle in his back betrayed as alert ears listened for any sign, any sound of pursuit.
They did not have long to wait as the distinct 'wump-wump-wump-wump' of the Sky People's flying Beasts filled the air and disturbed the canopy. Teryn cursed vilely under his breath and his Pa'li ran forward ever faster, pushing herself beyond what she should have been capable of, her sides heaving with exertion as she ran through the trees at a breakneck pace.
Sylwanin hissed, her eyes narrowing on the flying Beast above them, that same foul smell lingering upon it as the others that burrowed around in the Earth Wound.
"Leave it!" Teryn snapped as they ran, "We need to hide, returning to Hometree will just bring their fury down on The People."
"Teacher Grace!" the golden eyed woman told him, pointing a little to the east as they ran, "She can protect us, they would not dare shoot at one of their own!" she explained as they shifted, racing towards the school where she knew the Teacher would be giving her usual morning lessons.
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Harry stiffened, his eyes widening as he felt Eywa scream in rage and loss.
He nearly choked and immediately launched himself up to the surface of the river, breaking the surface and hauling himself up onto the bank, panting in horror with wide eyes as he tried to make sense of the Mother's jumbled anger and horror and sadness. Neytiri and Tsu'tey surfacing and joining him a split second later, feather soft touches on his skin as they fluttered around him in confusion, not knowing what was going on or how to help him.
After their talk, Neytiri had taken it upon herself to lighten the situation by trying to cheer them both up, suggesting a rather childish game of water tag. They had been playing for a while, unwinding, and then Harry froze up and had to leave.
"Hari, Hari what is it?" the young woman asked, cupping his face to look into his pain filled green eyes.
"T-they attacked the school," he whispered, watching as the future Tsahik's eyes widened, "Syl-Sylwanin, Teryn, the children... they... dead, they were killed. O-only Grace and the – the few children she was able to shield a-are still alive," he choked out as the girl paled, all the blood draining from her features, her hands falling away numbly at the news her beloved elder sister had been called back to Eywa.
"She's so angry, Eywa, she never, never intended for this," Harry continued, shaking his head, headless to the water he flung everywhere as he trembled, the beginnings of tears beginning to turn down his cheeks.
Tsu'tey pulled them both to his feet, breathing harshly as he wrapped his arms around them tightly, Neytiri leaning against him completely unresponsively, her breathing shallow and fast as she tried to come to terms with what she had been told, Harry shuddering and knotting his fingers into the ties of his dagger, sheathed across his chest. Looking up, he nodded as his Ikran, Kelren, landed beside them, crooning in confusion at their distress.
"Come, perhaps it is not true," he soothed, it was a lie, he knew it was true, Hari's connection to Eywa was beyond that of Tsahik, but he needed to get them moving. "We shall return to Hometree," he told them, bonding with Kelren quickly as he urged the two up, positioning them in front of him as neither seemed in the state of mind to ride as traditional. Kelren made a gruff rumbling of displeasure at carrying so much weight but it was nothing he was incapable of, Hari didn't weigh that much and he had ridden double with Neytiri before now.
Launching up into the air, Tsu'tey tried to master his emotions, he knew that when they returned to Hometree Neytiri was going to need both her family along with Hari and himself. Hari was going to need them as well, Eywa's influence was sending him into hysterics, he needed to learn to shield himself from her lest he lose his mind within her Eye. He refrained from sighing and smiled slightly as Kelren offered a general impression of food and a query, asking in his own way if he should bring back his next kill to try and heal them if they were ill in the heart. For such a seemingly gruff Ikran eighty-percent of the time, Kelren was very considerate of Tsu'tey and those he considered precious.
When they returned to the tree, Neytiri let out a hoarse wail as she spotted her sister's body lying beside Teryn on pallets of twisted leaves.
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