This is my first fan fiction ever. I have never done anything like this before…so be nice :D

I was just very inspired by this movie, Pandora, the Na'vi, and the relationship between Jake and Neytiri. I found myself reading several of these and figured I might as well try my hand at one…so here it is. I don't know if I will actually finish it. I have more, but I'm too scared to post it. *It's a little intimidating here * I might add more chapters later. We'll see how things go.

Since everyone does a disclaimer, I suppose I should probably do one as well : I do NOT own Avatar or anything (although I wish I did :D).

The bolded words are words spoken in Na'vi. Some of them are actual Na'vi words, which are italicized, and others aren't since I don't really know Na'vi very well.

Hope you enjoy!

EDIT: Wow! I only posted this yesterday and already 6 reviews! I'm flattered :)

I guess I'll acknowledge some of you here, since I don't really know how else to go about doing it:

vividink: Thanks so much for pointing that out! I don't typically do that, but I guess I just got "caught up in the moment." Anyways, I fixed that and will be keeping my eye out for that!

kcrane: Hmm, I don't think she dislikes Tsu'tey either, "they just don't get along," much like a sibling rivalry. I noticed in the movie that Neytiri is quite aggressive towards him, save for a scene or two, but I'll keep it in mind.

Once again, thank you very much for the reviews, and Chapter 2 should be up within the next few days!

Lie. It was an unfamiliar word that left a bitter feeling on my tongue. It brought sadness to my people. It brought anger. It brought suffering. And worst of all, it brought death.

Though it has been a long time, the pain is still sharp, like it happened only a few days from now.

My sister and several others ran into the school. The foreign scent of tawtute machines was on them, as well as the scent of fear. I could hear the sound of many voices shouting outside. Sylwanin pushed to the front of the group and looked at Grace, pleading with her eyes. It was then that I remembered what Sylwanin and I had talked about the night before. She had said that she and some others were going to go and burn down one of the tawtute machines, and that she was angry that they had cut down so many trees. She could not stand to see so much suffering of Eywa's children.

The voices grew louder. Grace told us that we needed to go. "Txing! Set!" I could hear the fear in her voice as she told us to leave. As I rose from my seat and ran to the doorway, there was a loud boom. I heard Sylwanin cry out in pain, and she collapsed to the ground in front of me.

I had always looked up to my sister. She was so strong and fearless.

But she is with Eywa now.

Many People died that day. The rest of us stopped going to school. I have not seen Grace since that time.

Our people had once hoped that perhaps the tawtute could learn. But after that, we saw that there was no hope.

I still remember Sylwanin's words: that there is good in all things, even the tawtute. But was there good in the tawtute who killed her?

My heart aches for her. My heart aches for all who have died because of the tawtute. They did not need to die.

The sound of awaiei aroused many Na'vi from their hammocks. It was a startling sound. A long wail. It was to warn intruders to stay away. Every morning since the tawtute invaded their planet, they blew on these horns to keep them away.

Neytiri roused from her hammock, rolling over, gazing at the empty hammock next to hers. It had been Sylwanin's. Nobody had filled her place. Neytiri had never allowed anyone to sleep there. She sighed as she remembered when Tsu'tey had tried to sleep there once, but she had shoved him off. She wasn't ready for someone to take her sister's place yet. She wasn't sure if she ever would.

Sighing again, Neytiri slowly sat up and stretched, sitting back on her heels and arching her back. She had not gotten much sleep. Ever since the accident, she had been getting terrible dreams, replaying her sister's death over and over in her mind.

Suddenly the loud wail of the awaiei sounded in her ear. Neytiri gasped and looked up to see TsutTey blowing the horn directly at her. She gave a low growl and playfully smacked him. "Skxawng!" she muttered.

"Get up! Stop being so lazy!" he said accusingly. Neytiri grunted and stretched her arms high above her head before finally climbing out of her hammock. Satisfied, Tsu'tey scampered off to go and awaken the rest of the sleeping clan members. As she hopped from branch to branch, towards the center of Kelutrel, Neytiri could hear the high pitched chatter of children in the hammock below. The scents and sounds of the clan awaking brought her out of her morning fog and she was soon wide awake.

"Good morning, Neytiri!" spoke one of the children. "Oel ngati kameie, Ansit," Neytiri replied to the child, smiling down at her. "Oel ngati kameie," Ansit answered. The two approached the fire pit, where the cooks were serving the morning meal. Neytiri grabbed a handful of seeds and sat down near the fire, which was quite small from being left untended overnight. Ansit sat down next to her, a large push fruit in her hands. The child looked at it for a moment, then looked up at Neytiri, seeming to contemplate what she would do with it. She then placed the fruit on Neytiri's lap. Neytiri smiled, opening her mouth to take a bite of it, but then placed it back in front of Ansit, as was tradition. Ansit looked delighted and looked up at Neytiri with golden eyes shining. "You found it. Eywa meant for you to have it," Neytiri spoke softly, suddenly feeling much like an older sister to Ansit. A small ache formed in her heart, as she remembered a similar situation happening when she was much younger. Except then, it was Neytiri who had given the fruit, and Sylwanin who had politely refused it, saying Eywa had intended for her to eat it.

The rest of the clan slowly started to accumulate around the mreki u'lito. Mo'at, Neytiri's mother and the Tsahik of the Omatikaya, descended from the spiraled center of Kelutrel, the last to awaken. She sat down cross-legged next to Neytiri and began to munch on some seeds. "Oel ngati kamieie 'ite," she spoke. "Oel ngati kameie, sa'nok," Neytiri responded.

"Today is a special day," Mo'at said suddenly. Neytiri turned to her mother. "What do you mean?" She tried to think of all of the rituals that they had to do today, but could not think of anything that was particularly out of the ordinary. Nobody was making Iknimaya today. There were no life celebrations to be had. What was so special about today?

Mo'at looked at Neytiri, but did not answer her question. There was a sparkle in her eyes. Neytiri sighed, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get a response out of her mother if she did not wish to say more. But her curiosity was piqued, and she would look out for anything that seemed important.

After the morning meal was finished, Neytiri began to make her way towards the river, reciting a prayer to Eywa in her mind. Please give me the strength that I need for the day and provide for my people.

She was heading towards her special place that she liked to go every morning. It was a bit of a walk from Kelutrel, but it was also away from all of the noise and the gossip of the clean up after the meals. Neytiri usually preferred to be alone. She liked being by herself to think and relax. The roar of the waterfall was becoming louder now and Neytiri picked up her pace, lightly treading across the ground, feeling the ground beneath her vibrating with life. Once she reached her destination, she closed her eyes briefly, and inhaled deeply, feeling the na'ring awakening. The distant cries of the ikran were overhead, but they were soft, and contended noises. Neytiri could feel the pounding of the waterfall underneath her, the ground rumbling from the force. Her ears twitched as the sound of a pa'li in the distance called out to the others in its herd. She then exhaled, feeling the energy of all that was around her. Opening her eyes, Neytiri stepped into the river, letting the cool water envelope her body and wash away any impurities. That was why Neytiri liked the river so much. She felt like it cleansed her spirit and eased her mind. She let her entire body relax and floated on the river's surface for a moment, letting herself become completely vulnerable to the environment around her, something she did not do often.

Thank you Eywa, for providing the river. Thank you for the life that you have given me.

A sudden splash interrupted the serene setting. Neytiri jerked up and opened her eyes, her ears flattened against her skull.

"I knew I would find you here!" it was Tsu'tey.

Neytiri sighed in a frustrated manner. "What do you want?" she asked him shortly, her tone of voice impatient. "Do you want to hunt with me and my party today?," he asked, his chest puffing with pride. He was the best out of the Omatikaya and to hunt with him would be considered an honor.

But Neytiri did not want to hunt with him. She didn't really want to hunt with anyone. She wanted to be by herself. She wanted to be alone, so that she could keep her eye out for the "special" thing that Mo'at had said would happen today. "No," she said simply. Tsu'tey's shoulders slumped. "Why not? Surely you won't be going by yourself?"

Neytiri glared at him. She disliked how he hinted that she would not be any good by herself. She was a good hunter and he knew it. "I will be hunting by myself today," she retorted, her nostrils flaring.

He snorted. "You will not catch anything. Not even a yerik."

Fuming, Neytiri splashed water at him and gave a low growl. "I can hunt well by myself! Better than you along with your entire hunting party!"

Tsu'tey shook his head out of disbelief. "Very well. We will compare our catches tonight. You against me and my hunting party," he laughed, turning around to head back to Kelutrel. "Skxawng," he added.

As he was leaving, Neytiri began to feel a bit foolish. She had just claimed she could hunt better than the best warrior and his entire party? What had she been thinking? But, there was no turning back now. She couldn't back down from the challenge.

After bathing, Neytiri stepped out of the river and made her way back to Kelutrel, her face still feeling hot from her argument with Tsu'tey. She did not understand him sometimes. There were times, though quite rare these days, that they got along. When they had gone hunting together before, they had done quite well and brought back much for the clan. But then there were times when he was so selfish. He only thought of himself. And Neytiri often found herself feeling uneasy around him. If she did something that he didn't approve of, he would not let her forget it. He was constantly criticizing her it seemed. And he always said the same things. Whenever she was with him she felt so…bored.

Maybe she wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't that she was to mate with him. Neytiri did not like being unable to have a choice. When Sylwanin was alive, she was the one who was to be mated with Tsu'Tey. Tsu'tey had always payed so much attention to Sylwanin and he was constantly teasing her. He ignored Neytiri completely. But after the accident, and when it was decided that Neytiri would be the next Tsahik, he suddenly became very interested in her and followed her around all the time. It did not feel very real.

Now back at Kelutrel, Neytiri felt Tsu'tey's eyes on her as she walked towards the fire pit. She resisted the urge to turn around and smack him, and walked up the spiraling stairsteps to where her mother and father were. As she made her way up the stairs, she picked up her tsko and a handful of arrows. Strapping it over her shoulder, she overheard her father speaking with her mother.

"I heard a tawtute machine earlier this morning. It has landed nearby," spoke Neytiri's sempul.

A nervous feeling rose in the pit of Neytiri's stomach. Just the word tawtute made her want to lash out in anger. They brought destruction. And they brought lies. And lies brought…Neytiri shook her head to rid herself of the terrible thoughts. She stepped around the corner to see her mother and father sitting on one of the many strong branches of Kelutrel.

"Tawtute are nearby?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly. Eytukan grunted. "Yes, they are close. Please, ma 'ite, be careful hunting today. Perhaps you should go with Tsu'tey."

"No!" Neytiri said suddenly. She then softened her expression when she saw her father's startled look. "No, I will be fine, ma sempul. I will stay high in the trees where they cannot see me," she said.

She was a bit offended that her father did not see her as strong enough to keep herself safe, but she knew that he did not want to lose his only 'ite. Not again. Feeling love well up in her heart for her father, Neytiri bent down and wrapped her arms around her father's neck. "I will be safe," she whispered. Standing back up, Neytiri saw her father's eyes and smiled. "Oel ngati kameie, ma sempul," she spoke, then turned to Mo'at and added, "si sa'nok." She touched her forehead with her fingers and then extended them out, giving them the sign for "I see you."

Hearing the hunting parties gathering below, Neytiri turned around and swiftly descended down the steps. Tsu'tey and the rest of the hunters were mounting pa'li. Neytiri decided not to ride one, as she didn't want to stray so far from Kelutrel. Besides, if she were on a pa'li she would be more vulnerable on the ground. She wanted to stay hidden in the trees.

As Tsu'tey was leaving, he sneered at Neytiri and gave a loud whoop. She snarled in response. Suddenly feeling a tug on her arm, she looked down to see Ansit. "Why are you and Tsu'tey so ugly to each other?" she asked, her eyes wide. Neytiri sighed. "You will understand when you are older," she spoke. Again, she was remembered of a moment when she was younger. Sylwanin had made a comment about how rude Tsu'tey was and, being young and not understanding, Neytiri asked her why she didn't like him. "It's not that I do not like him. He is just difficult to get along with," Sylwanin had said. Neytiri found herself speaking the exact words to Ansit. She tried to ignore the pain in her heart. Ansit didn't seem to notice Neytiri's distress, but rather giggled. "I hope you will get along better with him. We would not be a very strong clan if our leader and Tsahik did not get along!" she exclaimed. Neytiri caught her breath as she realized the 'eveng was right. She had to fulfill her duty to her clan by getting along with Tsu'tey, if nothing else. "Irayo, Ansit," Neytiri spoke, smiling.

"Can you teach me how to shoot with a bow and arrow?" the 'eveng asked. Neytiri looked up at the trail that the hunters had just left on and then back down at Ansit. She didn't have to leave just yet, she supposed. "I'll teach you a little bit, but then I have to go and hunt," Neytiri spoke. She was eager to run and climb the trees and feel the energy of the na'ring around her, but her duty came first, and she could not ignore Ansit. She reminded Neytiri of herself when she was young.

Ansit and Neytiri made their way towards the hollow where young hunters practiced their hunting skills. Reaching for her bow, Neytiri placed it in Ansit's hands. "Place your fingers like this," she said, wrapping the 'evi's fingers around her own, guiding her hands. As she taught Ansit the basics of how to shoot, she couldn't help but feel a bit desperate to leave. It pained her to be reminded of her tsmuke for so long. And Neytiri longed to run and observe the world around her.

When Ansit's excitement for learning seemed to turn into boredom, Neytiri strapped the bow around her shoulders. "That's enough for today," she said.

"Irayo, Neytiri," Ansit said politely. "Can you teach me more tomorrow?" she asked, "rutxe?"

"Srane. I would love to," Neytiri spoke. Ansit seemed delighted and wrapped her arms around Neytiri's waist in a hug and then ran off to go and play with the other children. Neytiri's eyes followed her for a moment, trying to remember what that innocence felt like. She then turned and began to leave the grounds of Kelutrel. Her pace began to quicken, until she broke into a run, feeling the energy all around her. Breathing in, Neytiri could smell the scents of the na'ring and her ears pricked as she heard the sounds of Eywa's children living and moving among her.

Once deeper into the forest, Neytiri stopped at the base of a tsawlapxangrr. Contemplating how she would climb it without pricking herself on the thorns of the trunk, she heard a rustling sound in a bush behind her. Ears instinctively twitching back, Neytiri turned around cautiously to see a yerik staring directly at her, its dark eyes gazing at her. Being careful not to make any sudden movements, Neytiri reached back for an arrow and silently drew her bow. A sudden breeze picked up and the yerik's fanned out antennae twitched. It sniffed the air and made a cooing noise, suddenly sprinting off into the bushes. Growling frustratedly, Neytiri sniffed the breeze for any scent of a predator that may have scared off the yerik. Rather than smelling the strong odor of a palulukan or nantang, she scented an overwhelmingly foreign smell. It smelled of metal and fire, unlike the fire of Kelutrel. Forgetting her unsuccessful attempt at getting the yerik, Neytiri cautiously moved towards the alien smell.

She kept in mind her father's words of the tawtute as she crossed one of the branches that hovered among the river far below. The scent was overbearing as she grew closer to the source. Remembering her plan to stay hidden in the trees, Neytiri looked above for any low-growing branches. Leaping up, she swiftly clung to a tree limb and swung her legs around the branch, pulling herself up on top of it. Feeling safer, she moved towards the trunk and climbed higher, using the leaves of the tree as a cover.

A sudden breeze blew the leaves back and the strange smell seemed to be getting closer. Neytiri heard a loud, roaring sound that reminded her of the waterfall near Kelutrel, but it did not have a calming effect on her. Instead, it made her heart race. Crawling out further along the tree limb, Neytiri looked down at a hollow that looked like the training hollow. She had been here many times before. It was a good place for hunting yerik, though there were none now.

Suddenly, a large tawtute machine lowered down from the tree canopy, flattening the ferns down with its forceful wind. The noise was almost unbearable and Neytiri found herself grimacing at the horrible smell it had. As the machine nearly touched the ground, a figure leaped out from its doors, a large metal contraption mounted on its shoulder. Neytiri felt her ears flatten as she recognized the contraption. Gun. The tawtute word made her feel dizzy and she had to use her tail to balance her and keep her from falling off the tree branch. The person with the gun seemed to be aiming it at everything, jerking it in every direction. It would be impossible to get a clear shot with it moving around so much. Neytiri narrowed her golden eyes and flattened herself against the branch, trusting the leaves to protect her from the aliens' sight. Another figure jumped out of the machine, it was an uniltirantokx. Neytiri felt her heart beat quicker as she recognized one of the figures.

It was Grace.


(I'm really not sure how accurate these are, as I used a translator, so if you're a Navi linguist or whatever and you spot mistakes, if you could just kindly point them out that would be much appreciated )

Tawutute: Sky People

Txing! Set: Leave! Now!

Aweiai: Banshee of Paradise (a type of plant)

Skxawng: Moron

Oel ngati kameie: I see you

Mreki u'lito: Fire pit

Tsahik: Spiritual leader

Omatikaya: Omaticaya Clan

Kelutrel: Hometree

'Ite: Daughter

Sa'nok: Mother

Iknimaya: Rite of passage where young Na'vi must bond with one of the ikran in the Hallelujah Mountains

Na'ring: Forest

Ikran: Banshee

Pa'li: Direhorse

Yerik: Hexapede

Tsko: Bow

Sempul: Father

Irayo: Thank you

'Eveng: Child

'Evi: Kid (affectionate form of child)

Tsmuke: Sister

Srane: Yes

Tsawlapxangrr: Unidelta Tree

Palulukan: Thanator

Nantang: Viperwolf

Uniltirantokx: Dreamwalker