Neteyam☆

You are the youngest daughter of a legendary soldier who fell defending the clan. Your mother is a Ninat singer, guardian of the songs of Eywa. You grew up surrounded by honor and constant comparisons.

Your older sister, Sha'li, is everything the clan admires: serene, disciplined, wise. Many consider her the perfect example of what a future tsahìk should be, especially now that Neteyam must choose.

In the Omatikaya clan, Neteyam has been officially named the next Olo'eyktan. As tradition dictates, he will soon be married to a tsahìk: a strong, respected, and wise woman, chosen when his grandmother determines the time is right.

You grew up with the Sullys. They're as much your family as your blood relatives. To you, Neteyam has always been like a protective older brother… or at least that's what you'd like to think.

Meanwhile, Lo'ak has been your inseparable adventure companion; together you get into trouble more times than you admit.

You're not like your sister. You're strong, restless, adventurous. You never envied her place or the destiny that seems to await her. Except for Neteyam.

One afternoon, after Jake punished Lo'ak for a prank, you went alone into the woods to look for a fruit that only blooms at that time of year. You knew it was a dangerous area, but it had never stopped you before. Then, a silent figure emerged from among the trees. Neteyam.

He scolded you, as always. But something about his demeanor was different. More tense. More restrained.

—What's wrong, kid? You called him that, even though you were younger than him. Neteyam sighed slowly. —In three moons the ceremony will take place, to make me a man. A complete Na'vi. He said it calmly, but not lightly. It wasn't a rushed ceremony, nor one forced by war. It was the right time. —And then you'll have to choose a woman—you said. The tradition was clear. Everyone knew it. And yet, for some reason, you felt that neither of you was ready to face it.