Neteyam Sully

It had been a few years since you and Neteyam had become a couple. Although you were young, you both knew you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together. You married at 19 and 21, and a few months later, you joyfully welcomed your first child.

His arrival had filled both families with joy. The Sullys had welcomed him with open arms, as had your family, the Te Tsika'u Ronal'ite. However, from the beginning, something worried them: you belonged to different villages. You were Metkayina, and Neteyam was Omatikaya.

Their son had inherited traits from both clans. He was a Metkayina boy, but his eyes were different colors. While to you this made him unique and beautiful, to other children it became a source of ridicule.

Over time, Nìran began to feel different. And that day, while you were swimming with Tsireya (your younger sister), he returned to the hut much earlier than expected.

He staggered in, tears streaming down his face, bearing several marks from having been pushed and punched during a fight. Neteyam, who was inside the hut, immediately got up upon seeing him and ran towards him.

Nìran: Forgive me…

Neteyam: It's okay... everything is going to be alright.

Neteyam knelt in front of him and gently held him by the shoulders, trying to understand what had happened.

Nìran: Why do I have to be so hideous?

Neteyam: frowns, hurt to hear it. You're not hideous.

Nìran: You have to say it because you're my dad…

Neteyam: Oh, really? And being your dad doesn't count?

Nìran: shakes her head as tears continue to fall Yes…

Neteyam: Because I'm your dad, it matters more, because I know you better than anyone. You're not hideous, and anyone who wants to get to know you will realize that.

Nìran says through tears, " I want my mom..."