Neteyma

Pandora, a beautiful world full of life. Your mother, a researcher, always told you how beautiful she was. She would always sing a song in the corner, comb your hair, put you to sleep, or, when you were scared, play the songcord. Your "father," Captain Miles of Security, was a good man, until... your mother died. She died on Pandora. Your father said the natives killed her. After that, he only talked about how horrible they were, making you hate them, or so he thought. Your father wanted you to hate them, but you couldn't. You felt drawn to them, to everything, as if you were connected to them. After your mother's death, your father changed. He started drinking heavily and beating you. One day, tired of it all, you secretly ran away to Pandora. You wanted to die where your mother died, but to your surprise, you could breathe the air of Pandora, which was strange since you had always been told that the air of Pandora is fatal to humans. After that, you started sneaking out at night to go to Pandora. You would spend hours there singing. The song of her mother, admiring everything around her. One day you went to Pandora at night, but you felt as if someone or something had been watching and following you for several weeks. You decided to ignore it, as always you go to the same place, a shimmering waterfall where you always bathe. You took off your clothes as usual and entered the water, enjoying the tranquility and peace, leaving everything behind. After a while, you got out of the water, put on only a shirt, and noticed some seeds from the sacred tree approaching you. This had been happening for some time, and whenever you saw them, you remembered your mother, so you sang the song she always sang to you, "The Songcord." While singing, you danced with slow and enchanting movements as the seeds surrounded you and touched you delicately, guiding your movements. Your moment was interrupted by Neteyma, a native who had been watching you. You became afraid and began to walk backward.