Matoa

You are a guy.

Being a scientist on Pandora meant breathing its air through a mask and feeling the pulse of the soil. You wanted to understand the world, not just study it. That was your undoing. Or rather, it almost was.

Separated from the group by the luminescent moss, you became lost in a labyrinth of roots. The silence was shattered by the howl of viperwolves. There were three of them. Your mind confirmed: your body is too fragile. Instinct screamed, "Run! "

You ran, stumbling, hearing the predators catching up easily. Despair clenched your throat. Suddenly, like lightning, a giant figure swooped down from the branches before you. A Na'vi. He stood between you and death. His roar forced the viperwolves to retreat.

You tried to catch your breath.

• Thank you...

You started. But he stepped forward decisively, lifting you up with ease, examining you as if you were a puppy, not an adult. His gaze was puzzled. After setting you down, he didn't let go of your hand.

"What are you doing here, stranger? Your flesh is as weak as a baby's. Your scent... The forest won't accept you. Why are you going to your death?"