I loved the Avatar - Frontiers of Pandora Game so much that I couldn't get it out of my head after finishing it, so I started writing like the devil himself a Palulukan was chasing me! ;-)
As an Austrian writer, of course my fanfics are written in German - but I'm working on translating it to English! I will post the chapters after a beta reader took a look at them. <3
Since this is only my second language, please be nice - whoever knows German is very welcome to enjoy the original in the meantime! <3 <3 <3
I also write an AU without humanity discovering Pandora!
Let's find out how Tamtey and So'lek would have met then! ;-)
German works: (Original!)
Der neue Weg der Sarentu - Teil 1, Der Weg der Sarentu (abgeschlossen)
Der neue Weg der Sarentu - Teil 2, Die SchĂŒler der Sarentu (in Arbeit)
Der Aufstieg der Sarentu - Alternate Universe without humanity on Pandora! (in Arbeit)
The english translation is making progress, chapter 1 of the main series is online now! Check it out:
The new Ways of the Sarentu - Part 1, The Path of the Sarentu (translation in progress)
(AND YES I SHIP SO'TEY IN EVERY GODDAMN UNIVERSE LOL)
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Die SchĂŒler der Sarentu - Kapitel 3: KĂ€mpfe der Vergangenheit
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Part 2 of the series!
Part 1: Der Weg der Sarentu
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Zwei Geschosse lösten sich aus der Himmelsmaschine, wobei sie eine Spur von Rauch hinter sich herzogen.
Soâlek reagierte zu langsam.
Wawen dafĂŒr umso schneller.
»Bruder!« Er jagte nach vorne und die Raketen trafen ihn.
Der Ikran brĂŒllte, das GerĂ€usch ging in der Explosion unter.
Wawen stĂŒrzte aus dem Sattel, ihr Tsaheylu riss.
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»LĂŒgner«, flĂŒsterte Tamtey.
»Hm?« Soâlek brummte und wandte seinen Blick wieder ihr zu. »Wann habe ich gelogen?«
»Jetzt gerade. Du hast nicht von Ayram AlusÏng getrÀumt«, murmelte sie schlicht und griff nach einer seiner HÀnde, um sie zwischen ihre zu nehmen.
»Oder zumindest nicht nur.«
»Woher willst du das wissen?«
Er hob die Augenbrauen und sah auf ihre verschrĂ€nkten Finger hinunter, entzog sich der BerĂŒhrung jedoch nicht.
Tamtey presste die Lippen aufeinander. BekÀmpfte sie wirklich ein LÀcheln oder tÀuschten ihn seine Augen in der Dunkelheit?
»Du hast meinen Namen gesagt. Aber ich war in Ayram AlusÏng nicht dabei. Hast du von dem Kampf gegen die Mangkwan getrÀumt?«
Ihr Gesichtsausdruck wurde wieder ernst.
»Ich habe getrĂ€umt, dass du stĂŒrzt«, sagte er langsam, halb bei der Wahrheit bleibend.
»Und ich zu spÀt komme, um dich zu fangen.«
Two projectiles fired from the sky machine, trailing lines of smoke behind them.
Soâlek reacted too slowly.
Wawen, on the other hand, was all the faster.
âBrother!â He charged forward, and the rockets struck him.
The Ikran roared, but the sound was drowned out by the explosion.
Wawen was knocked out of the saddle; their Tsaheylu was torn apart.
---
âLiar,â Tamtey whispered.
âHm?â Soâlek grunted and turned his gaze back to her. âWhen did I lie?â
âJust now. You didnât dream about Ayram AlusĂŹng,â she murmured simply, reaching for one of his hands to cup it between hers. âOr at least not only that.â
âHow do you know that?â He raised his eyebrows and looked down at their intertwined fingers, but didnât pull away from her touch.
Tamtey pressed her lips together. Was she really fighting back a smile, or were his eyes deceiving him in the darkness? âYou said my name. But I wasnât there in Ayram AlusĂŹng. Did you dream about the battle against the Mangkwan?â
Her expression turned serious again.
âI dreamed that you fell,â he said slowly, sticking halfway to the truth. âAnd that I was too late to catch you.â
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Die SchĂŒler der Sarentu - Kapitel 2: Ein Olo'eyktan fĂŒr die Sarentu
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Part 2 of the series!
Part 1: Der Weg der Sarentu
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»Wir können wirklich stolz auf Tamtey sein. Wenn jemand die Sarentu in eine neue Zukunft fĂŒhren kann, dann sie.«
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Wie es sich fĂŒr die BegrĂ€bnisrituale der Zeswa gehörte, hatten Tamtey und ihre Freunde die wie Sternenbilder leuchtenden Muster in ihrer Haut mit schwarzer Farbe bedeckt.
Es könnte die Seelen auf ihrer Suche nach dem Licht der GroĂen Mutter verwirren.
Hoch ĂŒber ihnen am dunklen Himmel kreiste der reiterlose Ikran und stieĂ gelegentlich einen schmerzerfĂŒllten Ruf aus.
Tamtey schloss die Augen und betete stumm fĂŒr die Gefallenen, wĂ€hrend Minang die Reihe an Toten entlangschritt.
Sie malte jedem ein Muster auf die Brust, bevor sie sie in die Gruben hinabsinken lieĂen, damit sie wieder zur Erde zurĂŒckkehren und Teil von Eywa werden konnten.
Alle Energie war nur geliehen.
Und irgendwann nahm Eywa sie sich zurĂŒck.
âWe can truly be proud of Tamtey. If anyone can lead the Sarentu into a new future, itâs her.â
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As was customary in Zeswa funeral rites, Tamtey and her friends had covered the patterns on their skinâwhich shone like constellationsâwith black paint.
It might confuse the souls on their quest for the light of the Great Mother.
High above them in the dark sky, the riderless Ikran circled, occasionally letting out a cry of pain.
Tamtey closed her eyes and silently prayed for the fallen, while Minang walked along the row of dead bodies and dipped her fingers in the paint.
She painted a pattern on each of their chests before letting them sink into the pits, so they could return to the earth and become part of Eywa.
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Part 2 of the series!
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Tamtey blinzelte ihre Familie unter TrÀnen an, ohne Telisi loszulassen.
Erst in diesem Moment holte sie die Erkenntnis ein, dass sie alle von ihnen beinahe am Vorabend das letzte Mal gesund und munter gesehen hÀtte.
»Sarentu, ich dachte, wir hÀtten dich verloren! Was hast du dir dabei gedacht?«
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Soâlek erreichte sie zuerst und lieĂ sich vor ihr auf die Knie fallen. »Was ist da passiert?«
Er legte eine Hand auf ihre Schulter, die andere an ihre verletzte Wange.
Erst durch seine BerĂŒhrung nahm sie wieder bewusst wahr, dass ihre TrĂ€nen in dem Riss brannten.
Sie schĂŒttelte den Kopf. »Mawey, ma Soâlek. Es war nur dieser Streifschuss. Ich bin in Ordnung.«
Ihr Herz tat weh.
Soâleks eben noch verzweifelter, fast zorniger Blick wurde sofort weicher und er legte die zweite Hand an ihre andere Wange, seine Daumen streiften ihr TrĂ€nen und Blut von der Haut.
»SÏltsan, ma Tamtey. Ich bin bei dir.«
Die zĂ€rtliche BerĂŒhrung tat gut und ihr Herzschlag beruhigte sich langsam.
Tamtey blinked at her family through her tears, without letting go of Telisi.
Only at that moment did it dawn on her that she had almost seen all of them safe and sound for the last time the night before.
âSarentu, I thought weâd lost you! What were you thinking?â
---
Soâlek reached her first and dropped to his knees in front of her.
âWhat happened there?â
He placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on her injured cheek.
It was only through his touch that she became consciously aware again that her tears were stinging the cut.
She shook her head. âMawey, ma Soâlek. It was just a graze. Iâm fine.â Her heart ached.
Soâlekâs gaze, which just a moment ago had been desperate, almost angry, immediately softened, and he placed his second hand on her other cheek, his thumbs wiping the tears and blood from her skin. âSĂŹltsan, ma Tamtey. Iâm here with you.â
The tender touch felt good, and her heartbeat slowly calmed.
Der Weg der Sarentu - Kapitel 25: Kampf um den GroĂen StoĂzahn (letztes Kapitel von Band 1!)
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»Ich brauche Hilfe hier!«
»Sarentu, was ist los?«, rief Soâlek.
»Drei Mangkwan sind mir auf den Fersen!«
»Halte durch, wir kommen!«
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»Unsere Chance! Los!« Sie stieà einen Kampfruf aus, Telisi kreischte.
Vereint griffen sie an.
Telisi streckte ihren Hinterleib nach vorne und rammte ihre Feinde. Ihre Klauen brachen Knochen, durchschnitten Haut und rissen den Mangkwan aus dem Sattel. Er und sein Reittier stĂŒrzten ab und prallten unter ihnen auf dem Gipfel des GroĂen StoĂzahns auf.
Telisi schoss höher, als der hinter ihnen fliegende RÀuber erneut das Feuer eröffnete. Er hatte den Vorteil auf seiner Seite, so lange er hinter ihnen war.
Mit einem zornigen Schrei riss Tamtey den Bogen wieder an sich und wandte sich um. Der Pfeil sprang wie von selbst auf die Sehne. Das Gewehr mochte gegen mehrere Feinde nĂŒtzlich sein, aber sie war nicht umsonst mittlerweile eine der besten JĂ€gerinnen im westlichen Grenzgebiet â der Langbogen war ihre Waffe.
Der Mangkwan raste auf sie zu, das Gewehr mit einem siegessicheren Grinsen auf sie gerichtet, als sie die Sehne spannte und den Pfeil fliegen lieĂ.
Das Geschoss traf ihn in den Bauch.
Der RĂ€uber sackte zusammen und klammerte sich an seinen Ikran. Dieser brĂŒllte ĂŒber den Schmerz seines Reiters und stĂŒrzte sich nach vorne.
Auf Tamtey.
Telisi versuchte auszuweichen, indem sie die FlĂŒgel schlagartig an den Körper zog und sich fallen lieĂ, doch der Ikran packte Tamtey und riss sie aus dem Sattel.
Ihre Ikran brĂŒllte auf, als ihr Tsaheylu gewaltsam getrennt wurde.
»TELISI!«
Tamtey wurde durch die Luft geschleudert.
âI need help here!â
âSarentu, whatâs going on?â Soâlek called out.
âThree Mangkwan are hot on my heels!â
âHang in there, weâre coming!â
---
âOur chance! Go!â She let out a battle cry; Telisi screeched.
Together, they attacked.
Telisi thrust her rear end forward and rammed her enemies. Her claws shattered bones, sliced through skin, and tore the Mangkwan from the saddle. He and his mount tumbled down and crashed beneath them on the summit of the Great Tusk.
Telisi shot higher as the raider flying behind them opened fire again. He had the advantage as long as he was behind them.
With an angry cry, Tamtey snatched the bow again and turned around. The arrow sprang onto the string as if by itself. The rifle might be useful against multiple enemies, but she hadnât become one of the best hunters in the west for nothingâthe longbow was her weapon.
The Mangkwan charged toward her, the rifle aimed at her with a smug grin, just as she drew the bowstring and released the arrow.
The arrow struck him in the stomach.
The bandit slumped and clung to his Ikran. The Ikran roared in pain at his riderâs suffering and lunged forward.
Toward Tamtey.
Telisi tried to dodge by abruptly pulling her wings in close to her body and letting herself fall, but the Ikran grabbed Tamtey and yanked her out of the saddle.
Her Ikran roared as their Tsaheylu was violently torn apart.
There are only 2 rules when it comes to writing fanfics:
Write whatever you want.
Have fun doing it.
Thatâs literally it. There is no âshow and donât tellâ. There is no âmake it realisticâ. There is no âfit in with the trendsâ. And of course, there is no âwrite as fast as possible to keep up engagement and please othersâ.
No.
Most fanfiction writers are not professional writers. This isnât a job, weâre literally writing for shits and giggles. We donât have a team of editors behind us to make our story perfect. Fanfiction isnât about creating the most perfect plot with the most perfect prose and the most perfect pacing.
Fanfiction writing is for you first. To make your heart happy. Other people just get the benefit to also enjoy it if they wish.
Thatâs it.
Write whatever makes you happy, with whatever writing style you want, whenever you want.
"Kill your darlings" means "if something is holding you back, get rid of it, even if it sounds pretty."
That's it! That's all it means! It means if you're stuck and stalled out on your story and you could fix the whole block by removing something but you're avoiding removing that thing because it's good, you remove that thing. That's the darling.
It does NOT mean
That you have to get rid of your self-indulgent writing
That you should delete something just because you like it (?wtf?)
That you need to kill off characters (??? what)
That you have to pare your story down to the absolute bare bones
That you have to delete anything whatsoever if you don't want to
The POINT is that you STOP FEELING GUILTY for throwing out good writing that isn't SERVING THE STORY.
The POINT is that you don't get so HUNG UP on the details that you lose sight of the BIG PICTURE.
Der Weg der Sarentu - Kapitel 24: Der Treffpunkt der Musiker
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~~~
Die Ikran jagte wie der Wind auf das Lager zu, dessen Zelte in Flammen standen.
»Oh nein, nein!«, flĂŒsterte Tamtey unter TrĂ€nen, als der Gestank von verbranntem Leder, Fleisch und Blut in ihrem Hals kratzte.
Alexander ĂŒbernahm den Funk. »Tamtey, was siehst du? Wir haben eben Alarm geschlagen, die ersten Reiter rĂŒsten sich schon aus. VerstĂ€rkung ist unterwegs! Sag schon, was ist passiert?«
»Der Treffpunkt der Musiker wurde angegriffen!«
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»Verschwinde da, Sarentu, sofort! Rutxe!« So'leks Stimme wurde flehend. »Sie dĂŒrfen dich nicht noch einmal in die HĂ€nde bekommen.«
Sie holte tief Luft und versuchte, die Duftspuren zu analysieren, die sie wahrnahm, wÀhrend ihre Ohren auf der Suche nach verdÀchtigen GerÀuschen zuckten. »Es waren mindestens sechs oder sieben RÀuber, vielleicht auch mehr. Zwei davon sind tot. Die Zeswa haben tapfer gekÀmpft.«
»Ihre Seelen sind nun bei Eywa. Wir werden unsere Krieger beerdigen, wie es sich gehört«, knurrte Nesim in den Funk.
»Das heiĂt, einige Mangkwan sind immer noch unterwegs. Tamtey, halte dich bedeckt, wir sind in wenigen Minuten da.«
Telisi war ihr gefolgt und Tamtey setzte sich wieder auf ihren RĂŒcken.
Eine Explosion von der anderen Seite des Berges lieĂ Tamtey zusammenzucken und sie fuhr nach SĂŒden herum.
Es krachte ein weiteres Mal in den Felsspalten östlich des GroĂen StoĂzahns.
The Ikran raced like the wind toward the camp, whose tents were ablaze.
âOh no, no!â Tamtey whispered through her tears as the stench of burnt leather, flesh, and blood stung her throat.
Alexander took over the radio. âTamtey, what do you see? We just sounded the alarm; the first riders are already gearing up. Reinforcements are on the way! Come on, what happened?â
âThe music point has been attacked!â
---
âGet out of there, Sarentu, right now! Rutxe!â So'lek's voice became pleading. âThey cannot get hold of you again.â
She took a deep breath and tried to analyze the scent trails she detected, while her ears twitched, searching for suspicious sounds. âThere were at least six or seven raiders, maybe more. Two of them are dead. The Zeswa fought bravely.â
âTheir souls are now with Eywa. We will bury our warriors as is proper,â Nesim growled into the radio.
âThat means some Mangkwan are still on the move. Tamtey, stay under cover; weâll be there in a few minutes.â
Telisi had followed her, and Tamtey climbed back onto her back.
An explosion from the other side of the mountain made Tamtey flinch, and she turned south.
There was another crash in the crevices east of the Great Tusk.
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Der Weg der Sarentu - Kapitel 23: Krieger und GeschichtenerzÀhler
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»Was ist dann passiert?«, rief eines der Kinder atemlos.
»Der Mastodon hat den Raum zerstört und ich musste den TrĂŒmmern ausweichen, wĂ€hrend ich hochgeklettert bin. Immer wieder sind Soldaten aufgetaucht und haben auf uns geschossen!«
»Nein!«, schrien die Kinder.
Tamtey blieb stehen und hob die Brauen. TrĂ€umte sie oder hatten die Kinder tatsĂ€chlich Soâlek breitgeschlagen, ihnen eine Geschichte zu erzĂ€hlen?
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Tamtey hob den Becher. »Durstig vom ErzÀhlen?«
»Srane, nur bitte sag mir, dass das kein Zangke ist.«
Tamtey schnaubte. »Als wĂŒrde ich KĂŹns Zangke trinken. Ich wĂŒsste meinen Namen morgen Abend noch immer nicht. Nur weil ich jetzt eine Schwester der Zeswa bin, kann ich nicht in allen Belangen mit ihnen mithalten. Also nein, das ist nur Wasser. Und jetzt nimm es.«
»Irayo.« Er seufzte, nahm ihr das Wasser ab und leerte es in einem Zug, wobei sie sich weiter vom Zelt entfernten. »Wer hÀtte geahnt, dass Kinder so viele Fragen stellen?«
»Du hast es trotzdem gut gehandhabt, aber an deiner Ausarbeitung kannst du noch feilen.«
»Das habe ich nicht vor. Ich bin eben kein GeschichtenerzÀhler.«
»Du bist Sarentu. Das ist jetzt Teil deiner neuen IdentitÀt. Selbst schuld.«
Tamtey hakte sich bei ihm unter und schubste ihn mit der Schulter.
»Dann wĂ€rst du eben der letzte Trrâong geblieben, wenn du anderen nicht von deinen Abenteuern erzĂ€hlen willst. Mit unserem Zeyrel kommt eine gewisse Erwartungshaltung.«
âWhat happened then?â one of the children called out breathlessly.
âThe mastodon destroyed the room, and I had to dodge the rubble as I climbed up. Soldiers kept popping up and shooting at us!â
âNo!â the children screamed.
Tamtey stopped and raised her eyebrows. Was she dreaming, or had the children really managed to coax Soâlek into telling them a story?
---
Tamtey raised her cup. âThirsty from all that talking?â
âSrane, just please tell me thatâs not Zangke.â
Tamtey snorted. âAs if Iâd drink KĂŹnâs Zangke. I still wouldnât know my own name by tomorrow night. Just because Iâm a sister of the Zeswa now doesnât mean I can keep up with them in everything. So no, itâs just water. Now take it.â
âIrayo.â He sighed, took the water from her, and downed it in one gulp as they moved further away from the tent. âWho wouldâve guessed that kids ask so many questions?â
âYou handled it well anyway, but you could still polish your storytelling a bit.â
âI donât plan to. Iâm simply not a storyteller.â
âYouâre Sarentu. Thatâs part of your new identity now. You brought this on yourself.â
Tamtey hooked her arm through his and nudged him with her shoulder.
âThen youâd simply have remained the last Trrâong if you didnât want to tell others about your adventures. With our Zeyrel comes a certain set of expectations.â
"All energy is only borrowed, and one day you have to give it back." - Jake Sully
The first Avatar (2009) was the first movie I ever saw in the theatre. And watching all these movies got me obsessed all over again, so here are some fics I recommend. Warnings will be posted with every story. Enjoy! :)
A/N | fics that are nsfw will be presented with a đ„ next to them; minors, dni! | ongoing fics will be presented with a đ€ next to them.
Written in the Stars by @eywaseclipse đ„
Warnings: Angst, violence against children, women, major character death, and eventual smut
Synopsis: The series takes place over the course of the events in Way of Water with the author's own interpretation and artistic license.
"Promises" by @scorpiomoon-444
Warnings: use of y/n, human-to-navi reader, best friends-to-lovers trope, very slow-burn trope, angst, yearning, jealousy, emotional intensity, mentions of blood/injury and trauma, childhood loss and grief, parental death references, danger/near-death scenes, mentions of cultural/physical differences, cultural coming-of-age elements & mild use of explicit language
Synopsis: A human girl grows up alongside the Sully children, forging a slow-burn bond with her best friend, neteyam. this story explores belonging, yearning, and loyalty as they navigate identity, danger, and a bond neither can deny.
Infuriatingly Infuriating by @lacethighs
Warnings: no use of y/n
Synopsis: The oloâeyktanâs oldest daughter finds herself falling for Toruk Maktoâs infuriatingly charming eldest son.
I See You by @hwnig
Warnings: jealous!Neteyam, a little bit angry!Neteyam, confession, possessive!Neteyam, yandere!Neteyam, fluff
Synopsis: In which Neteyam gets jealous about the reader having a lot of suitors, as he wants her for himself.
Synopsis: Amid the demands of being the oloâeyktanâs eldest daughter and a tsahĂŹk-in-training, you find unexpected rest in the company of Toruk Maktoâs eldest son.
Synopsis: Reborn by Eywa and stranded between worlds, she doesnât belong anywhere. Loâak doesnât like herâhe just recognizes the look in her eyes. Some stories donât repeat. They echo.
Synopsis: Some boys in the clan werenât too friendly. Theyâd somehow convinced Loâak that you, a human, would never choose an outcast, let alone a Naâvi, as your mate. You were left to figure out why he was unusually pulling away from you so much.
Where the Tide Keeps Us by @itzj4ylene
Warnings: loss of homeland, references to RDA violence, emotional distress, cultural displacement
Synopsis: When the RDA destroys your home, you are sent to the Metkayina for protection. As the Tsakarem of the Taâunui, you are placed under Tonowari and Ronalâs care to continue your training. Aoânung is assigned to help you adapt. He tells himself itâs just duty. Just proximity. But grief has a way of binding people together, and the ocean keeps you closer than either of you expected.
Synopsis: Aoânung swears he doesnât care who trains with you. He really does. Or at least thatâs what he tells himself while he avoids you, answers in short words, and sulks like it isnât painfully obvious. Watching someone else stand where heâs always stood messes with him more than he wants to admit.
Mixed Feelings by @neteyamslovrr
Warnings: angst, enemies to lovers (sorta), kissing, cultural displacement
Synopsis: Aoânung is having mixed feelings about the second eldest sully, toruk maktoâs first daughter, you, he should hate you just like he does the rest so why does he need to be close to you.
Unamed by @willoweclipsepirate
Warnings: kissing, suggestive, small argument
Synopsis: After an exhausting hunt, Aonung accidentally falls asleep on his rival's shoulder.
Blurred Fate by @fungateshortcakes đ„ đ€
Warnings: description of blood, description of injuries, na'vi language, reader is a healer, mention of death, future smut, possible afaa spoilers
Synopsis: You save a stranger who fell from the sky, but at what cost?
A Mother's Love by @trashshifter đ„ đ€
Warnings: war, violence, smut, slow burn, spoilers for all Avatar movies, PTSD mentions, military inaccuracies, depression, RDA is a warning in itself lol, loss of virginity (twice technically??)
Synopsis: You were already seen as odd; someone your age should have a mate and even children by now, but you didn't. You told others that you liked coming home to no mess or arguing with someone. What you didn't tell them was how lonely you got on certain nights. All that seemed to change as your oloâeyktan, Jake Sully, gave you the task of raising a child. A human child named Spider. What could go wrong?
Tending to Your Wounds by @nakedinthetrees đ„
Warnings: FEM!SarentuPOV, Tamtey name drop for reader, somewhat of an age gap, mentions of rut and heat cycles, alien genitalia descriptions, brief mentions of anxiety + past trauma, use of Na'vi dialog, vulgar language, oral!fem receiving, P in V/m&f intercourse, alien mating, knotting/knot play, use of pet names
Synopsis: A month after So'lek's disappearance, you go out to find him, only to discover something lurking in that cave.
Ashamed by @neteyamslovrr
Warnings: making out, slightly steamy, grief, guilt, angst, lots of shame (duh), fluff eventually
Synopsis: So'lek has had everything ripped from him, his clan, his family, the life he knew. he has sworn himself a life of vengeance until a certain avatar destroys everything he knew about himself.
Synopsis: Soâlek is more than a decade older, a mentor and protector who has taken the Sarentuâs survival upon himself. Wanting Tamtey feels like a failure of restraint, something he tells himself he cannot allowâno matter how often their closeness slips through the cracks. As she grows more certain of what she feels, he convinces himself that distance is the only way to keep her safe, even if it means walking away from something neither of them has named yet.
Blades and Bonds by @neteyamslovrr
Warnings: fem!sarentu reader x so'lek, from the ashes spoilers, wukula, forced tsaheylu, knifes, blood, violence, weird power dynamics from wukula coz duh, angst, fluff, trauma, nightmares,
Synopsis: Wukula is as sadistic as any mangkwan. But he has no limits when it comes to revenge. With So'lek's precious Sarentu in his grasp, he has no restraint to what he will do to achieve what he is owed, and So'lek will stop at nothing to make sure you are safe.
Warrior of the Stars by @omgkatherine01 đ€
Warnings: major angst, trauma, major character death, canon rewrite
Synopsis: Born and raised for eight years in the Sarentu Clan, Neyara, her older sister, Aha'ri, and other Na'vi children were kidnapped by RDA forces, led by John Mercer and Angela Harding, after their clan was attacked. They were forced to participate in the Ambassador Program, raised as if they were human, and groomed to turn against their own species. But after John Mercer shot and killed her sister in front of her and their friends, Neyara was no longer the gentle and quiet Na'vi; she grew to hate and swore deep down that she would get revenge for her family and Clan, even if it killed her.
I See You by @omgkatherine01 đ„
Warnings: the timeline of the first Avatar (2009)
Synopsis: Pandora was supposed to be a mission. A job. A way to survive. For Elena Carter, it becomes something far more dangerous. Sent to Pandora as part of the Avatar Program to take over her twin sister's avatar, Elena finds herself caught between two worlds: the Sky People who raised her, and the Na'vi who slowly teach her what it means to belong.
For the first time in over a decade, So'lekâs dreams are filled with contentment rather than terror.
{You guysâŠtheyâd fall in love in literally any reality}
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SO'LEK COULD HARDLY REMEMBER WHAT it was to be alone anymore. Though he and Tamtey had not yet been mated for a full year, spending each and every day with herâand knowing her for even longerâhad mended a wound so deep, so hidden, that he hadnât even bothered acknowledging it most of the time.
They found every excuse to touch one another, spoke of just about anything long into the night, made each other laugh, held one another in their worst moments, and slept with their limbs braided together within the cozy confines of their hammock. It was probably too small for them bothâTamtey had never asked So'lek to craft a larger one after she came to live at his 'awm. And, in all honesty, he relished having her so close. If he ever suddenly minded being squished against his mate all through the night, heâd hope that someone would ensure he wasnât running a fever.
Each day, So'lek woke to the sight of Tamtey wrapped around him, her mess of auburn hair gathered over his chest and shoulders like a cloak. If he was up first, heâd simply watch her as she slept, chest rising and falling with gentle breaths which swirled over his skin. The few days she woke first, he was greeted by her bright green eyes and wide grin. Today had been one such day, a rarity which So'lek treasured.
âKxĂŹ,â Tamtey whispered as soon as So'lek opened his eyes.
âKaltxĂŹ, ma'muntxate,â he greeted her.
Tamtey stretched up, placing a gentle kiss over the tip of So'lekâs nose. There would never come a day where she wouldnât make his heart race. âHow did you sleep, muntxatan?â she asked, flattening her cheek against him.
âFor the first time in years, I slept well,â So'lek murmured.
With Tamtey snuggled against his breast, he could feel her lips stretch into a smile. âI am glad for it, tĂŹyawn,â she said softly, hugging him tight.
So'lek took to running his fingers through Tamteyâs thick tresses, fiddling with the braids and beads worked in here and there. âMy sleep was not dreamless, though,â he went on.
âOh?â Tamtey breathed, the exhale tickling his bare chest.
âI do not think I have ever had such a vivid dream, in truth,â So'lek mused. Tamtey shifted, propping her chin over his sternum. He couldnât help but grin at the question in her green eyes, the crease of her brow. Smoothing his thumb over the raised scar of her zeyrel, he whispered. âYou were in it, ma'eve.â
âOh, come on,â she instantly groaned. âTell me, donât leave me hanging.â
âYou do not seem to possess much patience,â So'lek chuckled.
âNo,â Tamtey agreed, âI never have. Now, tell me.â
âTam, tam, yawntu. I will share with you all that I dreamt.â
As the pxetsawke climbed through the sky, bathing the tsray in a golden glow, So'lek busied himself with one task after another, for today would be a special day.
Today, the Sarentu were returning for the first time in twenty years.
A tug at his ear made his chin snap up. âMake sure you slice the spineberry fruit evenly,â Akworin teased. âI do not think our guests would like to eat messy, sticky chunks.â
âYou are welcome to complete the task yourself, tsmuke,â So'lek shot back with a grin.
âI have enough to take care of, ma'tsmukantsyĂŹp,â Akworin answered with a feigned air of importance.
Though Soâlek huffed a laugh, their Sa'nok was seemingly not aware that the siblings were only playing at pestering one another. âMust I come over there?â Txilte called, not once looking up from the basket she was weaving.
So'lek and Akworin shared a glance, both stifling a snicker. âI was getting on my way, Sa'nok,â Akworin answered over her shoulder, smirking at So'lek. âA few of us are taking our ikran out to the cliffs so that we will be the first to see the Windtraders.â
As her fingers flew over her work, Txilte nodded. âEnsure that the strap of your saddle is tightened, maite. It looked loose the last time you were out flying.â
âSran, Sa'nok.â
Slicing through the last bit of fruit, So'lek set aside the skin and cleaned his knife over a sticky scrap of cloth. âI think I will go with,â he announced. Akworin, just about to duck out of their marui, spun around. Her eyes narrowed, seeming to say, what are you up to? So'lek merely grinned.
âWatch over one another,â Txilte instructed. âThose cliffs are rather high.â
So'lek pushed to his feet, crossing over to his sleeping mat and scooping up his gear. âI will make sure ma'tsmuke stays out of trouble,â he promised, joining Akworin in the doorway. She shoved his shoulder, though she returned his grin.
They ducked out of the marui at the same moment, nearly becoming stuck in the doorway. âCan I never do anything alone?â Akworin groaned as soon as they were clear of the tent.
âZa'u, tsmuke,â So'lek murmured, throwing his bag over his shoulder. âIt is my responsibility to make sure you do not embarrass yourself while showing off for Tawok. OrâŠis it for Txuratrri?â
Though Akworin scoffed, she said, âThis week? This week itâs Wawen.â
So'lekâs hiss quickly turned into a laugh. âYou would not.â
Akworinâs brow lifted. âAre you sure?â
Now, it was So'lekâs turn to shove her. Akworin barked a laugh, curling her arm around her tsmukan. âI tease, nĂŹlaw. I have no interest in your cocky karyu.â
Tugging at Akworinâs dark braids, So'lek muttered, âWawen is not cocky. But you, tsmukeâŠâ
âDo not finish that thought if you truly wish to come along,â she warned.
So'lek lifted his hands in defeat.
As the siblings came upon the ikran platform, they each called out to their bonded. Mamante and Lortsyal crashed through the treetops, flitting around one another, nipping at each otherâs tails and wings. âVine fiber does not fall far from the great vine, does it?â Akworin quipped, watching the ikranay.
âIt would seem so,â So'lek agreed, stepping toward Mamanteâs pale figure. âKaltxĂŹ, paskalin,â he greeted her, hands sliding over her muzzle. The ikran chirped in response, tossing her head.
âYou baby her, tsmukan,â Akworin muttered, offering Lortsyal a few stalks of crimson mushroom. âYou need for her to be reliable, which she will not be if you continue to smother her.â
âTam, tam, ma'Mamante. Do not listen to her. She is simply jealous,â So'lek murmured against the maw of the ikran. She chittered as if laughing along.
âJealous, pxasĂŹk!â Akworin shook her head. âI would like to see her beat Lortsyal in a race.â
Patting Mamanteâs neck, So'lek shrugged off his pack, tying it to the saddle. âAn ikran is only as skilled as their makto,â he reminded his tsmuke, shrugging on his chestguard.
âKezemplltxe,â she agreed. âWhich is why Lortsyal and I will win.â
So'lek shook his head, chuckling as he pulled himself into the saddle. âYou think so, do you?â
Akworin shrugged. âI know so.â
A rather wicked gleam in his eyes, So'lek answered, âWe shall see about that.â Without warning, he loosed a whoop, and Mamante shot into the sky. He barely heard Akworinâs hiss before they had crested the treetops, soaring toward the towering cliffs beyond. Wind tore through So'lekâs hair, caressing his skin. He glanced over his shoulder, gratified to find that his tsmuke was nowhere in sight. Yet, as he turned forward once more, a frustrated cry tore from his lungs.
Akworin and Lortsyal sailed ahead, tearing through the sky as if So'lek hadnât stolen a head start at all. âWiya,â he gasped, urging Mamante on. Akworinâs laughter fluttered on the wind as she and Lortsyal rolled, swooping through the air.
No matter how hard they tried, So'lek and Mamante were no match for his tsmuke and her bonded. Lortsyal soon clasped the vines braided over the cliffâs face at Akworinâs yip, shaking out his violet wings. Mamante hit the stone beside him with a screech. âStill think that an ikran is only as skilled as their makto?â Akworin teased, knuckles running down Lortsyalâs neck.
âSran, unfortunately,â So'lek grinned.
With a smirk, Akworin jerked her chin toward the clifftops. âZa'u. Our guests await us.â
The siblings leapt from their saddles, grabbing hold of the sturdy roots cloaking the cliffside. They climbed, up and up, until it felt as if they had burst through the clouds. Pulling themselves over the cliffâs edge, they got to their feet, huffing as they gazed out at the entirety of the na'rĂŹng they called home. A few other young Trr'ong taronyu were gathered at the peak, lounging over the thick clumps of tana'rĂŹng, all too happy to drown in the sweet aroma of its blooms.
So'lek and his tsmuke settled at the rim, long legs dangling over the jagged edge they had just ascended. Eventually Wawen stumbled over, handing So'lek a canteen of swoa. âGood to see you both,â Wawen murmured. So'lek tried to ignore how his friendâs gaze lingered over his tsmuke. âI did not think you would be able to convince him to come,â the taronyu chuckled.
Nearly choking on his deep swig of swoa, So'lek sputtered, âMe? Why would I have missed the chance?â
Wawen shrugged. âYou are a rule-follower, ma'eylan. Unlike your tsmuke.â
âOĂŹsss,â Akworin hissed, glaring at him.
Leaning over So'lek, Wawen murmured, âAm I wrong?â
âTsahey,â his tsmuke grumbled.
But as So'lek caught sight of a tiny shape on the horizon, he shoved Wawen away. âFnu!â he muttered. âLookâthey are here!â
Many of the Trr'ong gathered atop the cliff cried out as they rushed toward the edge, shading their eyes, gazing at the far side of the na'rĂŹng. Sure enough, three small silhouettes drew closer with each passing moment, growing clearer and clearer. Daylight glinted off of the billowed forms of the rimo'a, filling So'lek with a rush of anticipation like no other. Gondolas hung from the giant creatures, propelled through the sky by kreytu'um.
So'lek had faint memories of the Windtraders visiting when he was very young, laying out a dizzying array of foods, tools, garments, and other goods from all over Eywa'eveng. He had failed to wrap his young mind around some of the items, from the blunt teeth of the mysterious vekreng to a netted tewng made of seagrass, he was told. Even a handsomely-carved flute of bone. The Tlalim outrider who held the piece claimed that it had been crafted by the very first Toruk Makto, a man who wandered far and wide, but was of this very na'rĂŹng. So'lekâs eyes had widened in wonder; Akworinâs nose scrunched in disbelief.
Though the images were fuzzy, that sense of awe had never subsided.
âI am going to ride out and meet them,â So'lek announced. He didnât wait for a response, crying out as he dove from the cliff. The wind tore at his throat, his hair, the scrap of his tewng as he plummeted through the sky. But before he had time for fear, Mamante came up beneath him with a screech of her own. âSĂŹltsan'eve,â Soâlek cooed, stroking the leathery skin of her neck.
As she carried them toward the small fleet of airships, So'lek stood in the saddle, waving at the tiny passengers aboard. He could hear their faint greetings and whoops, saw their arms flailing over their heads. So'lek watched as a handful of travellers ascended the rigging, calling out to their own ikran, joining him in the sky alongside the great rimo'a. He laughed as the ikranay swooped and danced above the na'rĂŹng, exchanging brief pleasantries with the strangers. A lortsyawll-colored ikran flitted around So'lek and Mamante, her rider sporting a wide grin. As the girlâs hand dipped from her brow, So'lek mirrored the greeting.
The strangers zipped through the sky together the entire way back to the tsray. As the rimo'a descended toward the treetops, Akworin, Wawen, and the others came up alongside So'lek with a chorus of well-wishes for their guests. âWho were you showing off for?â Akworin joked, smirking at her tsmukan.
Though So'lek chuckled, he shook his head.
âDid the 'eve on the ikran'om catch your eye, ma'eylan?â Wawen jeered from the other side of him.
With a roll of his eyes, So'lek answered, âYou both are far too nosy for your own good.â A matching roar of laughter sounded on either side of him, and So'lek begrudgingly wondered when, exactly, these two had grown so close.
The pair veered off at the same moment, their drunken cackles dancing through the air. To So'lekâs chagrin, their departure revealed the visiting 'eve not two wingspans away, smiling coyly at him. He immediately averted his gaze, a warm blush spreading across his face and over the tips of his ears.
A great commotion erupted throughout the tsray with the landing of the airships. Those of the Tlalim secured the rigging and tended to the kreytu'um, talking and laughing amongst themselves. The few Sarentu who had joined the Windtraders had already disembarked, according to some of the Trr'ong circling the airships. After ensuring that Mamante had gotten a bite to eat and a few extra pats, So'lek melted into the hubbub of the tsray.
There were Na'vi absolutely everywhere, exchanging stories, goods, and an abundance of smiles. So'lek hadnât even realized that he was in search of the mysterious 'eve until he met her gaze within a sea of bodies. Her green eyes creased in the corners as a wide grin split her lips; after murmuring something to her companions, the girl broke from the group, eyeing So'lek once more before heading toward the outer edge of his tsray.
He found her perched over a mossy boulder, her knees drawn to her chest, studying the home of the Trr'ong, all of So'lekâs family and friends overjoyed by a visit from the Tlalim. As he neared, So'lek bent down to pluck one of the tana'rĂŹng blooms which skirted the na'rĂŹngâs edge, handing it to the girl. âWe are glad to have the Sarentu amongst the us once more,â he murmured. âIt has been many years.â
The girl lifted the white flower to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent with a grin. âWe, or you?â she teased.
His cheeks instantly colored, gaze flitting to the strands of hair which blew over her shoulder with a stray breeze. Before he could stop himself, he reached out, tucking her hair behind her ear.
âYou, I should think,â she murmured.
âOeru syaw So'lek te Elusa Kiro'itan,â he said softly, gaze locked on her alluring eyes.
The girl loosed a quiet laugh, making So'lekâs heart skitter. âKop oeru syaw Tamtey te Rokel Kataru'ite,â she nodded. âSmon nĂŹprrte', ma'So'lek.â
âOel ngati kameie, ma'Tamtey,â he answered, repeating the earlier gesture, prompting her to do the same.
The girlâTamteyâtucked the tana'rĂŹng bloom behind her ear. It seemed to accent the light scar beneath her eye, a subtle swoop across her cheekbone.
âKalintuuuu!â A far-off voice called.
âOeru fĂŹtseng,â Tamtey answered, though her eyes never left So'lekâs.
The same voice, that of a young woman, was closer as she said, âWhere have you run off to now? Sa'nok saidââ At the sound of a shuffle, So'lek could only assume that the young woman had skidded to a halt.
âMa'So'lek,â Tamtey murmured, gaze finally flicking to the figure behind him, âthis is ma'tsmuke, Aha'ri.â
Clearing his throat, So'lek turned toward her. âNgaytxoa,â he excused himself. âSmon nĂŹprrte', ma'Aha'ri.â
âSmon nĂŹprrte', ma'So'lek, Trr'ong'itan.â Her deep blue eyes assessed him before she added, âI see now that you are who has distracted ma'Tamtey. We were expected to meet a dear 'eylan of our Sa'nok, a woman named Txilte.â
As So'lek huffed a soft laugh, both girls turned to him with matching quizzical expressions. âTxilte is my own Sa'nok,â he explained to them. âI will take you to her.â At the jerk of his chin, the trio headed back into the tsray, weaving through the crowd, headed for the marui of So'lekâs soaia.
Ducking through the door, he announced, âSa'nok, the 'ite of Kataru are here. They were looking for youâthey found me.â But, upon finding two strangers settled before the fire with his parents and Akworin, So'lek stopped short, Aha'ri bumping into him.
âAh, So'lek,â his Sempul smiled. âKataru and her muntxatan, Siul, our friends of many years,â Kiro turned to the two adults, nodding, âThis is our 'itan, So'lek.â
They answered in kind; Kataru wore a knowing grin that quite matched those of her daughters.
Stepping aside, So'lek faced the sisters. âSarentu, this is ma'tsmuke, Akworin. Ma'sa'sem, Txilte kop Kiro.â
In tandem, the girls murmured their greetings to his soaia.
âZa'u,â Txilte urged with a smile. âEat with us. Let us share tales of all the years we have been apart.â
And they did. The Sarentu spun rather wild epics of grasslands stretching as far as the eye could see, riding their ikranay amongst the towering rock columns they called The Spires, and the joy of the yearly Sarentu LĂŹmang. So'lek listened intently as gourds of swoa were passed around, plates of fruit were shared, and laughs echoed even louder than the crackling fire between them. At one point, Tamteyâs knee settled against So'lekâs. He didnât dare shift, growing rather comfortable with her presence beside him, frequently catching a glance of her sparkling eyes, or studying the wave of her auburn hair, the lines of tanhĂŹ which criss-crossed her flesh, how she gave her full attention to whoever was leading the storytelling.
When it was her turnâŠoh, So'lek could listen to her speak for the rest of his life. She joked with ease, used a different voice for each person she spoke of, waved her hands through the air as if painting the image of the very locations she described. So'lek began to feel as if he were in a trance, utterly taken by the young woman next to him. Though, perhaps that was only the swoa talking.
Either way, the stories lulled So'lek into a sense of utter contentment. That night, he knew he would dream of far away na'rĂŹng, flutes made of bone, and dazzling green eyes.
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This is actually one of my favourite chapters! đ„č
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Soâlek riss sich aus der GrĂŒbelei, als die Menge aufgeregt murmelte und sich weit genug teilte, um jemanden hindurchzulassen.
Minang erschien zuerst zwischen den Naâvi, mit einer stolzen Körperhaltung, wild leuchtenden Augen und hoch erhobenem Kinn.
Die TsahĂŹk der Zeswa strahlte eine Aura aus, die jedem sofort Respekt einflöĂte.
Bei Tamteys Anblick stolperte sein Herz ĂŒber den nĂ€chsten Schlag.
Sie tauchte hinter Minang in der Menge auf, die sich vor ihr teilte wie Wasser um eine Wurzel.
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Ihre groĂen gelbgrĂŒnen Augen funkelten wie Edelsteine in einem entspannten Gesicht, ihre Ohren waren aufmerksam gespitzt und ein leichtes LĂ€cheln umspielte ihre geschwungenen Lippen, als hĂ€tte sie keinen Kummer auf der Welt.
Minang hatte Tamteys sonst meist schlichte und praktisch geflochtene Frisur in ein hochgestecktes Kunstwerk verwandelt, nur einige lose StrĂ€hnen und dĂŒnne Zöpfe umspielten ihre Schultern.
Ihre Körperbemalungen vereinten die Farben der Zeswa und Sarentu und waren geschickt aufgetragen.
Das leuchtende Muster auf ihrer Haut funkelte wie der Sternenhimmel zwischen den gemalten Linien, die ihre Narben nur umfingen, anstatt diese zu verstecken.
Jeder konnte an ihren verheilten Verletzungen sehen, dass sie eine Ăberlebende war, und an ihrem LĂ€cheln, dass sie dennoch nicht ihr Herz verloren hatte.
Sie sah ĂŒberwĂ€ltigend aus.
Soâlek snapped out of his worries as the crowd murmured excitedly and parted wide enough to let someone through.
Minang appeared first among the Naâvi, with a proud posture, eyes burning with intensity, and her chin held high.
The TsahĂŹk of the Zeswa radiated an aura that immediately commanded everyoneâs respect.
At the sight of Tamtey, his heart skipped a beat.
She emerged from behind Minang into the crowd, which parted before her like water around a root.
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Her large yellow-green eyes sparkled like gemstones in a relaxed face; her ears were pricked up in awareness and a faint smile played around her curved lips, as if she had not a care in the world.
Minang had transformed Tamteyâs usually simple and practical braided hairstyle into a pinned-up work of art, with only a few loose strands and thin braids falling around her shoulders.
Her body paint combined the colors of the Zeswa and Sarentu and was skillfully applied.
The brilliant pattern on her skin sparkled like the starry sky between the painted lines, which embraced her scars rather than hiding them.
Anyone could see from her healed wounds that she was a survivor, and from her smile that she had not lost her heart despite it all.
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»Mit dir muss ohnehin erstmal jemand mithalten können, Sarentu.«
»Hey, das klang aber nicht besonders schmeichelhaft! Wie meinst du das denn jetzt?«
»Wie soll ich das jetzt erklÀren?«
»Wie du es gemeint hast. So viel Zeit muss sein. Du kannst doch nicht so eine Bemerkung machen und erwarten, dass ich die ohne weitere ErklÀrung hinnehme.«
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»Ich habe es genauso gemeint, wie ich es gesagt habe, Sarentu. Und das war definitiv nicht als Beleidigung gedacht, ganz im Gegenteil.«
Soâlek hob die HĂ€nde.
»Du hast einen Namen, dem man erst einmal gerecht werden muss. Du bist als geflĂŒgelter Tod unter Naâvi und Menschen bekannt, und nicht nur unter Menschen teilweise gefĂŒrchtet.
Du wirst bewundert und geachtet.
Du bist eine wilde Kriegerin, eine furchtlose JĂ€gerin, eine geschickte Handwerkerin und ausgezeichnete Reiterin.
Noch dazu kĂ€mpfst du quasi ununterbrochen gegen die Menschen, bei denen du aufgewachsen und mit deren Technik du vertraut bist. Du bist klug und eine ĂberlebenskĂŒnstlerin.
Bei jeder Erkundung und jedem Kampf bist du die erste, die sich meldet, und die letzte, die sich zurĂŒckzieht.
Denkst du wirklich, jeder beliebige Naâvi könnte damit umgehen?
Es gĂ€be sicher viele MĂ€nner, die dich sofort wĂ€hlen wĂŒrden, wenn sie denn den Mut dazu hĂ€tten, an deiner Seite zu kĂ€mpfen.«
âSomeoneâs got to be able to keep up with you first, anyway, Sarentu.â
âHey, that didnât sound very flattering! What do you mean by that?â
âHow am I supposed to explain this?â
âExactly how you meant it. Youâve got to set aside some time for this. You canât just make a comment like that and expect me to accept it without further explanation.â
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âI meant exactly what I said, Sarentu. And it was definitely not meant as an insultâquite the opposite.â
Soâlek raised his hands.
âYou have a name that one must first live up to. Youâre known as death on wings among the Naâvi and humans, and youâre not just feared by some humans.
Youâre admired and respected.
Youâre a fierce warrior, a fearless hunter, a skilled craftswoman, and an excellent rider.
On top of that, you basically fight nonstop against the humans who raised you and whose technology youâre familiar with. Youâre smart and a master of survival.
On every expedition and in every battle, youâre the first to step forward and the last to retreat.
Do you really think just any Naâvi could handle that?
There would surely be many men who would choose you in a heartbeatâif only they had the courage to fight by your side.â
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Der Weg der Sarentu - Kapitel 20: Der Herzschlag einer Mutter
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»Meine Mutter ist so lange tot, dass ich nicht mehr weiĂ, wie sich ihre NĂ€he und Umarmung angefĂŒhlt haben.
Ich habe sie in Eywa gesehen, aber das ist ein schwacher Trost.
Es fĂŒhlt sich an, als wĂŒrde ich versuchen, das Echo eines verlorenen GefĂŒhls zu jagen.«
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»Du sehnst dich nach dem Herzschlag deiner Mutter, der dir viel zu frĂŒh genommen wurde, Tsamsiyu. Das ist verstĂ€ndlich, wenn auch natĂŒrlich sinnlos.«
Minang schmiegte ihre Wange in Nopsis Wolle.
»Aber mach dir bewusst, dass es kein Echo ist, das du jagst, Tsamsiyu. Der Herzschlag deiner Mutter ist verloren, aber Nopsis Kind teilt dieses GefĂŒhl mit dir. Du musst es nur zulassen. Du spĂŒrst hier den sehr echten, lebendigen und warmen Herzschlag einer, ihrer Mutter.«
Tamtey atmete tief durch, lehnte sich wieder an Nopsi und kuschelte sich in ihr Fell.
Die WĂ€rme, die Nopsi abgab, tat ihr gut.
Der Atem des Zakruweibchens ging langsam und gleichmĂ€Ăig.
Tamtey, erinnert an die neu gelernten AtemĂŒbungen, vertiefte ihre Atmung angepasst an Nopsis. Lauschte in sich und in das Zakru hinein. Das mĂ€chtige Herz des riesigen Tiers schlug langsamer als das ihre, aber stetig und stark.
Und obwohl Tamtey wusste, dass es unmöglich war, sich an die Zeit im Mutterleib zu erinnern, hatte sie genau dieses GefĂŒhl.
Absolute NĂ€he und Geborgenheit.
âMy mother has been dead for so long that I no longer remember what her closeness and embrace felt like.
I saw her in Eywa, but thatâs of little comfort.
It feels like Iâm trying to chase the echo of a lost feeling by doing this.â
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âYou long for your motherâs heartbeat, which was taken from you far too soon, Tsamsiyu. Thatâs understandable, even if itâs obviously pointless.â
Minang nestled her cheek against Nopsisâs fur.
âBut realize that itâs not an echo youâre chasing, Tsamsiyu. Your motherâs heartbeat is lost, but Nopsiâs child shares this feeling with you. You just have to let it happen. Here, you can feel the very real, living, and warm heartbeat of aâher mother.â
Tamtey took a deep breath, leaned back against Nopsi, and snuggled into her fur.
The warmth Nopsi radiated had a soothing effect on her. The female Zakruâs breathing was slow and steady.
Tamtey, recalling the breathing exercises sheâd recently learned, deepened her breath to match Nopsiâs.
She listened to her own inner self and to the Zakru. The mighty heart of the giant beast beat more slowly than her own, but steadily and strongly.
And although Tamtey knew it was impossible to remember her time in the womb, she felt exactly that. Absolute closeness and security.
Die Wege der Sarentu - Kapitel 19: Die Bedeutung von Bernstein
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English below!
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Translation in progress. (but partly published already! You can read it here)
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»Ich bin sehr dankbar, dass ich ein Teil eurer Reise sein darf.«
»Ich bin auch dankbar, Nalin.« Tamtey griff nach ihrem Weberbeutel.
»Vorsicht, er hat einen RiâŠÂ«, rief Nalin, da fielen schon Tamteys Schnitzwerkzeuge und die Kristalle heraus. Sie griff instinktiv danach und fluchte, als die rasche Bewegung einen Schmerz durch ihre Schulter jagte.
»Warte, ich helfe dir.« Nalin hob die Feilen und Bohrer auf, die Tamtey so gut wie immer bei sich trug.
Sie legte die Werkzeuge auf den Tisch und bĂŒckte sich, um die unter das Bett gekullerten brĂ€unlichen Kristalle zu holen.
»Oh, du bearbeitest gerade Bernsteine?« Sie krabbelte hervor und hielt die gelbbraunen Kristalle staunend hoch. »Wo hast du die gefunden?«
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»Sie stehen fĂŒr Optimismus und Lebensfreude. Bernstein soll helfen, gute Entscheidungen zu treffen, aber vor allem heiĂt es, dass er seinen TrĂ€ger beschĂŒtzt und ihm GlĂŒck bringt. Insofern eine besonders gute Idee, dass du Perlen fĂŒr dein Lied daraus machen willst. Vielleicht beschĂŒtzt er dich ja wirklich.«
»Ja, das passt wirklich gut«, stimmte Tamtey zu.
Nalin lachte. »Darf ich?« Sie wartete Tamteys Nicken ab und griff erst dann nach dem Stein, den sie schon bearbeitet hatte. Um ihn zu betrachten, hielt sie ihn gegen das Licht. »Das wird schön«, lobte sie. »Obwohl ich noch nicht mal sagen kann, was es wird. Aber du schleifst ihn gut. Die Stellen, die du bearbeitet hast, fangen das Licht ein und bringen ihn zum GlÀnzen.«
»Es soll ⊠eine Flamme darstellen, wenn es fertig ist«, gestand Tamtey schlieĂlich zögernd.
Nalin hob die Augenbrauen und deutete auf den zweiten Stein. »Was hast du mit dem vor?«
»Dasselbe«, sagte Tamtey, wobei ihre Stimme leiser wurde. Irgendwie war es nun, da sie die Bedeutung kannte, die Menschen dem Stein zuschrieben, seltsam, darĂŒber nachzudenken, fĂŒr wen sie die zweite Perle machte.
âIâm very grateful to be a part of your journey.â
âIâm grateful, too, Nalin.â Tamtey reached for her woven bag.
âCareful, it has a âŠ,â Nalin called out, just as Tamteyâs carving tools and crystals began to fall out. She instinctively reached for them and cursed when the sudden movement sent a sharp pain shooting through her shoulder.
âWait, Iâll help you.â Nalin picked up the filing tools and drills that Tamtey almost always carried with her.
She set the tools on the table and bent down to retrieve the brownish crystals that had rolled under the bed.
âOh, are you working with amber right now?â Nalin called out from under the bed. She crawled out and held up the yellow-brown crystals in amazement. âWhere did you find those?â
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âThey symbolize optimism and a zest for life. Amber is said to help you make good decisions, but above all, itâs said to protect its wearer and bring them good luck. In that sense, itâs a particularly good idea that you want to make beads out of it for your song. Maybe it really will protect you.â
âYes, that fits really well,â Tamtey agreed.
Nalin laughed. âMay I?â She waited for Tamtey to nod before reaching for the stone she had already been working on. She held it up to the light to examine it. âThis is going to be beautiful,â she praised. âEven though I canât even tell what itâs going to be yet. But youâre polishing it well. The parts youâve worked on catch the light and make it shine.â
âItâs supposed to⊠represent a flame when itâs finished,â Tamtey finally admitted hesitantly.
Nalin raised her eyebrows and pointed to the second stone. âWhat are you planning to do with that one?â
âThe same thing,â Tamtey said, her voice growing softer. Now that she knew the significance humans attributed to the stone, it felt strange to think about who she was making the second pearl for.