Harry Potter Avatar crossover
I wasn't really going to post this fic but it's been in my head for ages and I just had to get it out. I may not continue this because I don't have any notes for this story as I am making it up as it goes along. If it turns out to be complete crap, sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or Harry Potter. This fic was inspired by Firefly by Araceil.
A sleek black car drove up the dirty worn streets of the slums with caution. The small crowded houses formed walls of dirty rows that surrounded the vehicle on both sides. There were no figures standing on the sides of the road or anyone outside for that matter. It was eerily quiet as the car slowly cruised through the deserted street, with only the sound of tires rolling over worn gravel as foreboding music. Those who lived in the dirty little shacks that they called houses peered out from their broken windows and looked on with suspicion.
It was not often that people with cars drove through the slums; cars were a luxury meant only for the wealthy. People of wealth were not meant to be there, they were outsiders that caused trouble when they came. The residents of the slums knew this all too well as whenever the trouble was caused, it was always them that were to blame.
Soon, the sleek vehicle stopped in front of a small dilapidated building that seemed to be a medical clinic. It was the only one that would take on clients with no insurance in the whole city for miles.
A pale man wearing a black suit and an oxygen filter mask quickly exited the car and stood observing the building. He quickly took in the shattered windows, battered dirty walls, and chipped door with no little amount of distain. It seemed to be deserted for ages but with another look at the window, he saw that there was a small sign that had 'Open' written on it in chicken scrawl.
The obviously well-off man standing outside the car grimaced when he compared the address of the shoddy building to the address written on the small paper he had been given. It was just his luck to be the one to deliver this message. He knew that he was relatively low on the totem pole but he hadn't expected to have jobs like this when he enlisted in the Pandora project; he was a scientist, not a grunt meant for menial tasks like this. Though he had his misgivings about this assignment, he still twisted his face into a polite smile before entering the building.
The interior was much the same as the outside; there was dust and strange mold on the walls and floors while different pieces of paper littered the tables to act as a table cloth. The furniture was mismatched and the only source of light was that of a small glass bulb that hung from the center of the room on a rusty silver chain.
Though he was inside, he did not take off his mask incase a window was broken or there wasn't an oxygen filter set into the building. There were no visible signs of life other than the mold-well what he hoped was mold, and a still hot cup of what looked to be coffee in a mug on the counter.
"Hello? Is there anyone home? I am Riley Davis from the Pandora project and I'm looking for a Mr. Pomphrey, is he here?" The man's tenor echoed into the building as he went around searching for any other signs of life. He was quickly coming to the conclusion that he had been sent on a wild goose chase by his superiors that was meant to haze new-comers. However his conclusion was proven incorrect when he heard a loud crash and some muffled curses behind a door he had not realized was there.
"Yes, I'll be just a second," the smooth soothing voice washed over Riley like a calming breeze. It was definitely male even though it was unusually musical and at a higher pitch. The voice also had some sort of mysterious quality to it with an accent that he simply could not place.
A small shadowed figure came out of the room and towards him. Riley looked at him in shock when he saw not the 29 year old man he had been expecting but a young man that looked to be 22 years of age at most.
He didn't have the telltale signs of age but looked to be a young man right out of his teens. He had sickly pale skin that was a testament to his time spent in the slums and oily almost greasy looking raven black hair which was strange when compared to his very aristocratic face. His eyes though were what made Riley uneasy, jade green eyes that looked to be almost glowing with an unearthly light but they also made them alluring in a way.
His clothing though did not speak of poverty but more of a well off citizen that did not flaunt his wealth. They were very conservative with a neat tan sweater vest and black slacks. The strangest thing he wore was a necklace he caught a quick glimpse of before Mr. Pomphrey had tucked it into his shirt, though the man could have sworn that it was a radish and a corkscrew hanging on some sort of wire.
The scientist quickly shook himself out of his speculation when the young man raised a delicate brow.
"Well Mr. Pomphrey..." The young man cut in here, "Please call me Rian."
"Right, well Rian I'm afraid I have some bad news. A relative of yours, Mr. Blake was killed in a car accident. I know this might be hard on you but Mr. Blake was working on a project that could just save the world. Tell me, what have you heard of the newly discovered planet Pandora?"
Rian blinked slowly at the man before finally responding, "Well Mr. Davis, you hear many things about Pandora when living here. They say that it's a moon that has the natural resources that could save Earth from being destroyed but there are strange and hostile creatures living there that are hindering our culminating process."
Riley looked at Rian slightly stunned. His boss was right, when in need of information simply go to the slums. Somehow the people who lived there got their hands on top secret information that had never been said before. He just chalked it up to the loose lips of the different politicians and military soldiers who would go there to have a 'good' time.
"Well Mr...er, Rian, you certainly do have a lot of information on this subject. You are correct though, there are different creatures hindering the process but there are also humanoid creatures called the Na'vi who do not wish us to be there and do not hide it. Mr. Blake was in a program that artificially created these Na'vi and with our newly created technology you can link to them. Our hope is that we can negotiate with the Na'vi to stop hindering us peacefully instead of using brute force to continue with our mining. The only problem is that they are created using the DNA of a person. Once Mr. Blake passed, his Na'vi would have been useless without someone with matching DNA. You Mr. Pomphrey are the closest living match to his DNA and we need you to join this program."
Rian sighed quietly and let a weary expression fall onto his pale face. He gently began storing his cup of coffee and said, "I have no other knowledge of Pandora or the Na'vi so I hardly see how I'd be of any use to you."
"Well, it takes several years to create a fully grown Na'vi and millions of dollars to fund the process," Riley replied.
Rian blew into his cup and grimaced at the mention of money. He knew that was the only reason they had approached him for this trip to Pandora. It would be a huge waste of money and the government did not want that. Truthfully he was surprised that they were giving him an option and not forcing him to go. It was most likely an act to keep up the illusion of freewill that the old America used to have.
"You'd be serving your country and doing your duty to the people of Earth," Rian snorted here, "What we're offering is a chance to escape this place. Please think this through. Here's the number you need to call when you're ready to be picked up. The next shuttle is in 3 days. We will see you then." Riley then left leaving the card on the rickety table and never noticed that Rian was not wearing an oxygen mask even though the window was broken.
Rian sighed when he heard the man show himself out. Of course this wasn't a choice. The man had only made it seem as if he did have a choice in the matter but he should have known better. They wouldn't have given him so much information if they were giving him a choice.
He looked outside his dirty window to see deserted streets and smog and other gases inside the air. The times when people could go outside without having to wear masks to breathe were now considered a myth, but he remembered. It had after all been over 100 years since that time.
He had always wondered what his mother would say about this mess that he'd got himself tangled into. She'd probably say that this was just his rotten luck and that he needed to stay strong.
"Poppy, I can't do this anymore. I...I don't want to lead a war! I'm only 17 bloody years old and they expect me to do...to kill him. I'm not a killer and I never want to be. They are expecting me to learn all that I need to kill him in less than a year! I...I just can't do it," a young boy shouted. His sickly pale skin turning an unattractive shade of red and his glowing emerald orbs held a wild desperate look in them.
"I know that Harry and you do not need to heed them if you don't want to. I could take you on as my apprentice and we could leave England and never return." A gentle look crossed the matronly woman's face as she looked upon the boy that she had become so close to.
He was constantly in the hospital wing every year for various injuries. During that time they had bonded and learned many things about each other. For one, Poppy knew that Harry was emotionally abused and his so called 'relatives'would withhold food as a punishment instead of physical abuse. For another, Harry knew that Poppy had a daughter with a muggle man but he left with her daughter during the first war. They told each other of their fears and dreams. Harry had told her of his dream of being a healer while Poppy confessed that she had always wanted to be a Potions Mistress.
"Poppy, you know how much I'd love that but I can't leave. My relativeswill not allow me to if the ministry or the order threatens them into not letting me go. Plus, it'll just turn into a huge man hunt and I'll never be safe and we'll always be on the run. I don't want to live that way and neither do you."
Poppy grimaced at the thought and sighed. She had expected this; Harry was too stubborn on this subject. She had suggested several different ideas but all were shot down by the petite teen.
"Alright Harry we won't leave but I will take you on as my apprentice and they can't do a thing about it if you officially become my son."
Harry froze when he heard those words. Certainly Poppy didn't mean what he thought. It was after all illegal and with the ministry so corrupt he wouldn't doubt that she would be arrested as soon as word got out. No he couldn't let hope rise in him again. He had been so sure that Sirius would take him away from the Dursleys but he had died before he could ever try.
"That's right Harry. I want to blood adopt you so that you can truly be my son."
Poppy smiled as Harry looked to her with pure unadulterated joy as he pulled her into a hug. He was finally going to be her real son and she would have the child she had always wanted.
Poppy had been one of the first to die. She was killed when she dived in front of him to shield him from an Avada Kedavera. Lucius Malfoy had paid dearly for that.
He was almost glad that she hadn't lived through the end of the war. He had killed Voldemort yes, but not before the twisted man had revealed magic to the muggles.
It began slowly at first; the muggles only seemed to be weary of us but left us alone often enough. Then the disappearances began and there were more enhancements to the muggle technology. The muggles had gradually figured out ways to kill magical beings but could not harness our power thankfully.
The magical creatures were now all extinct and the Earth, our mother Gaia, was dying and magic was not restoring itself. Everyone in the wizarding world was panicking and trying to find someone to blame for their misfortune and the disappearances. They began to blame their savior, Harry Potter for it all. They found it strange and unnatural that he had not aged a day in over 10 years.
With their last act as the Ministry of Magic, they decided to punish him by sealing away his magic forever for causing this. If he had been quicker in defeating Voldemort then none of this would have happened and everything would have been fine. He was the one who caused this destruction of their safety and needed to be sufficiently punished.
It was a hopelessly desperate idea that if he had been punished then everything would stop. People would stop disappearing and Gaia would stop screaming in pain whenever the muggles destroyed another part of nature. They would all be safe again and the muggles would leave them alone.
All magical beings could hear her screams, which was what partially drove the ministry to do this to their savior. Harry hadn't changed at all but everyone else began to slowly age and pass on while he was still young and soon he was the only one left. His family had passed on and no one would support him anymore, he was the easiest to blame as he never protested his punishment.
The muggles had created a machine that could tell magical folk apart from the 'normal' people. The muggleborn children didn't stand a chance; as soon as they were born their life was ended when their 'unnaturalness' was found out.
Witch-hunts had begun and those who had lasted after Gaia ripped the magic from all magical beings stood no chance. They weren't able to defend themselves because with even the slightest usage of their magic, Gaia would strike back ferociously and try to rip their magic away from them as a futile attempt at stalling her imminent demise. The old ways of testing witchcraft were put to use; you were a witch if you survived being drowned, burned at the stake, and other such nonsense.
When the muggles had finally wiped out the last of all wizarding kind, Gaia struck at Rian, her champion. He was the only thing that kept the balance in the world and the last of her true children but she still betrayed him. She had been the one to give him his magic, she had created his core, and now she was trying to forcefully rip it from him.
It had taken a toll on Rian's health when she began to focus her attacks on him. He would pass out at times; blood would come from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth; he would have seizures at the most inopportune times; he became more weary and continued with his life in some sort of daze. His clients had soon realized that something was wrong with the usually kind and attentive doctor, but left him alone for the better part of his life.
He had followed his dream of becoming a healer, granted as a muggle doctor, but a healer nonetheless. It had taken 50 years for him to come out of his depression when his friends and family died. All of them had passed during the war, or in the twins' case, before Gaia had begun to rip out their magical core thankfully. Rian would have never wanted them to have to deal with living on the run and having to fight off Gaia's attempts at ripping away their magic.
It had taken him another 20 years to get his degree to become a doctor and find a building that would be suitable for his work. Medical offices in the slums were difficult to come across and the ones that were there were ridiculously overpriced. At first most people were wary of the building because of all the selfish doctors scamming most out of their money for fake cures but soon Rian almost had more clients than he could handle, almost.
The deathly hallows and Gaia were the only reasons Rian had become immortal. The deathly hallows helped because they gave him mastery over death, and Gaia because she chose him to stop the destruction the muggles had caused when she had still been sane. However, now that Gaia was insane, she did not care whether or not he was her champion and was still continuously fighting him for his sealed magic but with his power as Master of Death he had managed to hold her off. This offer to leave was a miracle for him. He could feel Gaia storing her energy to make an attack on him and she had been far too quiet for his liking.
He sighed once again and felt another headache coming on. He was entirely certain that they only wanted him because of his DNA match instead of his medical skills. The man, Mr. Davis, hadn't even discussed the possibility of working as a doctor on Pandora and instead spoke of something that was totally out of his field of study. Well, not totally out of his field of study; he had been a soldier once, and learning languages were easy enough because of his Parseltongue abilities.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and quickly made his decision, looking back down at the innocent card facing upwards on the small table and glared at it. His decision was made; he would be heading to Pandora. He knew he would not last long with Gaia's attacks and he could not stop the muggles from their ruin. He hated running like this but he was only one person and everything was against him. There was no one waiting for him to return or survive here, he was alone but maybe this time he could find someone out there for him.
He quickly walked towards the hidden door that lead to the next room and shut the door behind him. The musty room was dimly lit but enough that you could see all the strange items that littered the floor and desk space. He had kept most of the items there from his Hogwarts days. There were different Weasley products in unopened packages, two pieces of his old Holly Wand not that he needed it now, different papers concerning the wizarding world and a small trunk that had several locks on it that not even magic could open.
He had kept most of the items for sentimental value, like his wand and the old letters and papers from the Wizarding world. However, the trunk had been an ingenious little invention that his dear friend Hermione had made during the war. She had been worried about the safety of the deathly hallows against Voldemort and created it for Rian's use.
He sighed in relief as he gingerly took off his corkscrew and radish necklace and the glamours disappeared. This had been Luna's invention, she had already 'seen' what would happen to him and her beloved friends and even herself. She had given it to him on the day that she died with her last words to him being, "Don't worry Harry, you will find happiness and this will help you."
She had engraved a rune on the necklace to make the glamour charms permanent and make it seem as if he was slowly aging. She was still watching out for him even from the grave as sometimes he swore he could feel her presence gently guiding him through his decisions in life.
Rian walked over to the desk and pulled out a small beautifully crafted mirror. It had been a gift from his godfather as a way to contact him but of course now it was only a simple mirror. He looked down sadly at his image in the mirror. While his glamour form had an interesting face, his true face was absolute beauty.
His once greasy hair was now falling in soft silky waves of raven black down his shoulders. His skin was no longer sickly pale but a smooth cream color that would entice anyone. He had a small aristocratic nose with soft facial features that gave him a slightly feminine look. His eyes were the only thing that had not changed. They were still the glowing jade if only a few more shades lighter but it still unnerved many people.
He was still lean and tone from his time in the war thanks to a Ginevera Weasley's training routine. While they weren't involved romantically, they were still great friends. She was the one to beat it into his head that he should continue training war or no war. It was better to be prepared for something than to be caught off guard. She had learned the martial arts skills that he had been taught and excelled at them almost as much as Rian himself did.
There were other weapons he had learned to fight with instead of just magic and close-combat like Ginny. Draco Malfoy surprisingly was the one to teach him archery. It was of course an older tradition for purebloods to use a bow and arrow than a sword as Malfoy had told him. He had later been tortured and killed by Bellatrix Lestrange.
Bill Weasley had taught him to use a sword shortly after the death of Fleur. He had been overcome with the grief that came from losing a loved one but had recovered enough to teach Rian and Ron the art of Swordsmanship. It was a tradition held by the Prewett family as it had been Molly to teach Bill in the stead of her deceased elder brothers. He was later killed by a stray killing curse during a raid on the Avery's household.
A squib named Marilla Flint was the one to teach him how to use guns and various other rifles and knives. Even though she had come from a dark family because she was a squib she would be tortured and killed to remove the blemish on their family name. She had died saving Rian one last time from a magical fire that could only be put out by the castor.
Surprisingly Severus Snape had finally gotten over his hatred for Rian's father and had begun to teach him the art of poisons and potions during his sixth year. The man had still been snarky and sarcastic but never as malicious as he had once been. He gradually became a sort of parental figure to Rian but was later killed by Nagini for being found out as a spy.
Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom had been the ones to teach him of elemental magic and his affinity for wind and earth. It had explained why he felt so at ease in the sky or in nature. Neville had later died from severe internal bleeding about six months before the end of the war but not before he took Bellatrix down with him. Luna had died a week before the final battle protecting some muggleborns from death eaters.
His beloved mother and mentor had died along with his friend Hermione at the hands of Lucius Malfoy a year before the final battle. He hadn't gotten away alive when Harry had found out. It hadn't bothered Draco much that he was aiding his father's killer. Lucius had made the mistake of killing his precious mother and Draco could never forgive the man for that.
The only Weasleys that had survived the war were the twins who had died of old age. They had lived to be 78 and had tried to help Rian in any way they could but they had died before the ministry had sealed his magic. They'd send him their newest products and tell him of the pranks they pulled even when they were so old.
Rian had monitored them and watched as they never married as their loves had already passed on but were content to live their life as they saw fit. They had pulled several pranks on various people, famous people which had gained their joke shop more customers. They had left all of their assets to Rian and while the ministry had sealed his magic, they could not take away his money and assets as Gringotts was separate from the ministry.
With his inability to use magic because of the ancient ritual used and all of his money turned into muggle currency and no one to hold him back from leaving England he disappeared.
Rian walked over to the intricately designed trunk and placed his thumb on the lock, not even wincing as it pricked his finger. It was an ingenious design that Hermione had created. It was keyed to him and only him. If someone else were to try and access it, well the consequences would be quite dire.
Three days later and Rian had found himself aboard a ship to Pandora with only a small backpack as his luggage. Well, a bottomless backpack that held everything he owned, not that any of the muggles knew that. It looked like a small old ratty brown backpack with a weak notice-me-not charm, just in case a muggle decided to check inside.
"Excuse me sir, I'll take your luggage for you." A woman squeaked as she took his pack. She relaxed a bit when she saw that he wasn't going to fight her for it. Most scientists and soldiers were weary of handing off their research materials or weapons. She had gotten into arguments with them several times about carding off their luggage to the storage area in the ship.
"About how long will this flight take?" Rian had asked this question so seriously that the attendant was shocked that he didn't know the amount of time his travel to Pandora would take him. It was odd that someone boarding a ship to Pandora wouldn't know how long it would take to land, perhaps he was joking at her expense. She quickly shook herself from her speculation when she remembered Rian's question.
"About five years sir, now please get into this and you'll be in cryo for the journey," she had said as she had begun to push him into his assigned 'coffin' in the wall as he had deemed it.
Rian's smile became slightly more strained when she touched him. Just because his magic was sealed did not mean the powers he had as Master of Death were. Just by touch he could tell everything about a person and when and how they would die. This woman would just happen to die by the hands of a muggle man in 8 years, 3 months, and 4 days when she goes to visit her family.
Giving her one last sickly sweet smile he gracefully lied down in his 'coffin' and allowed her to close it while he pretended the gas unleashed inside worked on him. His Master of Death status had made it impossible for any medicine or poison to harm or help him. If he was fed poison he would not die, if he was given a pain killer or something to numb him it wouldn't work. Though he would never age, he could die from an attack on his person that damaged him beyond repair. However, even then only his body would die as long as he had his life and death magic he would only have to find a different body to inhabit. He was only glad he didn't have to eat or breathe like a normal human.
As soon as he felt the shuttle begin to take off, he began to feel lighter with the more distance he put between himself and Gaia's claws; then he felt her. All the power that she had been storing was now being unleashed upon him without restraint.
She clawed furiously at his mental defenses as she tried to get back the magic she had given to him. He knew he was thrashing around and that soon the muggles would come to check it out but he couldn't stop. Gaia, his mother was attacking him without mercy, clawing desperately to get to his magic.
Then suddenly, he felt a gentle presence in his mind banishing Gaia from his mind. His body had stopped thrashing and he was able to collect himself as the gentle presence began to strengthen and heal his mental defenses.
'Who are you?' Rian questioned quietly in his mind as the presence continued working. He felt a foreign feeling of amusement coming from the presence and was suddenly seeing a memory of Luna in fifth year telling him that the nargals had infested his mind and that was why occlumency with Professor Snape did not work.
'Luna?' Rian whispered in half shock and half hope. He felt the foreign feeling of amusement again and took it as conformation. Soon he felt himself being coaxed into a deep sleep by the presence that was Luna. It had been the first time in 75 years that he had been able to sleep without any nightmares to disturb him.
The next time he woke was to a gentle prodding at his new mental defenses and the foreign feeling of curiosity. It didn't feel like Luna's presence anymore but it wasn't Gaia's either. He could only assume that this was the spirit of Pandora.
'Eywa.' The communication between the two was just like with Gaia and Luna. They could only converse in pictures and feelings instead of using actual words, not that he thought they'd be able to speak the same language.
'Rian.' He replied back when he felt another prod at the mental defenses. He knew that she wanted to see his memories but he was wary to let her in. He had enough run-ins with Gaia to prove that not all "mother's" were kind and gentle but he knew that Eywa was a lot more powerful than the weakened Gaia and was more than capable of tearing through his defenses to see what she wanted.
He decided to take the less painful approach and hesitantly lowered his shields. Eywa, as if sensing his hesitation slowly began to view all of his memories from his birth on Gaia, to his Hogwarts letter, his 'death', and his escape to this planet.
He felt her disgust at the Dursleys and her curiosity at Hogwarts. He felt her sadness when he had accidentally killed professor Quirrel when he was eleven and her horror at the things he had to go through during his years at the 'safest place in the wizarding world next to Gringotts' under the watchful eye of the old headmaster. He felt her revulsion at the war with Voldemort and her anger when they sealed his magic away when he was not at fault. She watched with sadness when the last of his friends departed from the world and he continued on with his dream of becoming a healer. He also felt her happiness when his clinic began to get more and more clients and her horror when his own mother had turned on her own creations and began to attack him.
'Fix.' She said as she began to search for his magical core and began the slow painful process of unlocking it. Rian was sure that Voldemort's torture would never compare to the pain of having one's magical core unsealed. His mouth was opened in a silent scream while his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets as he began to shake as if in a seizure.
Eywa began feeding him her knowledge of Pandora and its inhabitants as well as the culture, customs and language of the humanoid creatures that lived on her. It was a small apology on her part for causing him such pain but she knew it would be worth it. She quickly began to place some of her energy into his magical core further cementing the bond that she had created between them. He was now a part of her and she was a part of him.
Soon all the pain washed away as the pleasurable feeling of his magic running through his body everywhere. She hadn't been able to fully unlock his magic but was able to allow a small amount of it trickle out. It appeared that his magic, no matter how small the amount, had missed him just as much as he missed it.
'Brother...Family.' Eywa had whispered reverently as she carefully enveloped Rian in her presence.
'Sister...Family,' Rian had replied with happiness. He had felt the bond she had created and he knew he could always trust Eywa because his magic would have rejected the bond if it was meant to harm or if she'd take advantage of it. Even though he was still hesitant about letting anyone in, he craved some sort of companionship and knew that so did Eywa.
Rian was the forgiving type but he would never forget any past harm or hurtful remarks that were made to him. His friends had once remarked that he was too compassionate for his own good. He relaxed himself further into Eywa's presence and drifted off to process all of the memories and knowledge that he was given.
Meanwhile Eywa was contemplating her new family member's future on her planet. He would need his own family and happiness for himself, and she knew exactly how to help him achieve just that. She gently cradled his fragile presence to herself as she began to make plans for Rians' future.
"Excuse me sir! Mr. Pomphrey! We have landed on Pandora!" A slightly high pitched voice squeaked out as Rian's eyes opened blearily.
He fluttered his eyelids to get used to the lighting on the shuttle and found himself staring at the same attendant that had helped him when he had first gotten aboard the shuttle; though she looked slightly more haggard with a slight droop to her form that hadn't been there before.
"Are you alright sir? Do you need anything?" The mousy attendant asked worriedly as she helped him out of his 'coffin'.
He stared at her for a few minutes before he saw that she was becoming rather unnerved by his gaze. Taking pity on her he turned his gaze on his pack that she was thrusting to him. He grabbed the pack and gave her a small wave as he began to follow the rest of the passengers.
He quickly placed on the mask that he had seen others quickly putting on. He knew that Pandora's air was poisonous to humans even though he was sure Eywa would not let anything like that harm him. He still needed to make sure he behaved like a normal human being in Hell's Gate with all of the military personnel and scientists that would be dying to experiment on him if they found out.
Rian was near the end of the stream of passengers when he saw a white haired severe looking military man call out to the other soldiers to 'round up' the nerds. After, the man had swiftly turned on his heel and stomped off towards the facility behind him. The man as he later found out, much to his disgust was Quaritch who was the chief of security on Hell's gate.
They were led into a mess-hall for a lecture on safety while in Hell's Gate. Rian quickly seated himself next to a man who looked like an overexcited child with all of the awe and curiosity that was clearly visible in his eyes. Truthfully even Rian was amazed at the feelings he had felt as soon as he had set foot on Pandora's surface. It had been a rush of joy, curiosity and adrenaline. It had felt like when he had first stepped foot in Hogwarts, it felt like home.
"You're not in Kansas anymore. You're on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact. Out there, beyond that fence, every living thing that crawls, flies or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes. It is my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed. Not with all of you," Quaritch spat out as he gazed at the bunch of excited scientists that he had dubbed 'wimpy nerds' with disgust.
After the pompous prejudice man, in Rian's opinion, finished his small speech they were dismissed to their own sections. Rian had ended up following the handsome man in the wheelchair who had introduced himself as Jake Sully and the man who had been sitting next to him in the mess-hall, Norm Spellman to the link room.
Rian had been puzzled by Norm's surname and reached out with his magic to see if he was indeed magical but was sorely disappointed when he found that Norm was completely muggle. It was slightly ironic that a muggle would have a magical surname; they had been the ones to wipe out all things magical. While Norm and Jake chatted amiably about Jake's brother Tom, he quietly listened on any details that might tell him more about his future colleagues.
They quickly met up with a young black haired man who introduced himself as Max Patel. Max had decided to take them to the link room where they could meet the director of the science division on Hell's Gate, Grace Augustine. The mention of her name had Norm almost jumping up and down with excitement while chattering away to Jake and Rian about how great she was.
"I can't wait to meet Dr. Grace Augustine. I mean she like wrote the book, like literallywrote the book on Pandora." Norm said this with such childish excitement that Jake and Rian could not help but crack a small smile at. It was nice to find someone with such pure emotions instead of the daily negative ones Rian usually faced.
"That's because she likes plants better than people." Max joked, directing his remark to Jake, and Rian had to refrain from chuckling. Max's face turned serious as he looked towards Rian and Jake and said, "I mean it. She's really pissed about having to have you two in her program so I suggest you use some big words to impress her. Lord knows that woman would kill us all in a fit of anger."
The wizard nodded along dumbly with Jake and cracked a smile at the last part of Max's mutter. He did not know anything other than what Norm had spouted out at 100 mph about Grace Augustine. He just hoped that she wouldn't blame him too much about his lack of knowledge about Pandora.
"Here she is, Cinderella herself, back from the ball." Max stated as they came to a stop at what he had labeled as the "link room."
Grace was a stern looking woman with red hair and a cigarette between her lips who reminded Rian so much of Ginny that it frightened him. He would not put it past Ginny to reincarnate herself to come back and check up on him. He only hoped the woman didn't have her temper or at least not her combat skills to back it up.
Her sharp eyes turned on the small group at Max's voice, "Grace, I'd like you to meet Norm Spellman," Rian's eyes flicked over towards Norm who looked like a child in a candy store, "Jake Sully," Max continued, "And Rian Pomphrey."
Grace's predatory gaze landed on both men and they froze as a chill went down their spine. Rian knew then that Grace had to be Ginny's reincarnation because no one else could make him feel like he was dead meat like Ginny could. At least in this life Ginny didn't have the combat skills she had in the past.
"Norm, I've heard good things about you, how is your Na'vi and how many hours have you logged in?" She questioned as she glared holes into both Rian and Jake for reasons Rian had yet to figure out.
/I am able to speak it without much trouble now but I hope to improve here./
Jake looked at Norm dumbfounded while Rian merely kept his composure even though he was surprised he could understand the language perfectly. He almost couldn't tell the difference from Na'vi to English. It was almost like when he spoke Parseltongue only Na'vi was slightly more musical while Parseltongue was sharper in tone.
Grace finally turned her predatory gaze to Norm and spoke in the same lyrical language, /You're very good if a little formal with the language, but with more experience here on Pandora that should be fixed./
"I've got about 520 hours." Norm said in English with a crooked smile as Grace nodded her head in satisfaction and turned to Jake to continue her interrogation.
"How many hours have you logged in?"
"None." Jake replied proudly and both he and Rian grew amused when Grace looked like a gaping fish. Rian was glad that he wasn't the only one with no hours whatsoever, and it seemed that Jake was just as clueless about what the hours were for as he was.
"How much lab experience do you have then?" She had asked the question quite hesitantly as if she was not sure if she wanted to hear his answer.
"Well, I dissected a frog once." Jake said as his amusement only grew when Grace seemed as if she was about to pop a blood vessel.
"They are just pissing on us without even the courtesy of calling it rain." She growled furiously as she shook with rage and managed to hiss out, "I don't need another Jarhead to work with. What I need is your brother; you know the one with the PhD who actually trained to be here."
"Well sorry, he's dead." Jake replied in a harsh tone. All amusement had vanished from his face and even Grace deflated some when she heard.
"Well, what about you? Dare I ask how many hours you have?" She questioned in irritation though she had lost most of her anger.
"None Dr. Augustine I was not informed of this and was recruited last minute so I did not have time to do this." Rian replied in a calm even tone even though he saw Grace bristle with anger. The woman was definitely Ginny reincarnated and if she wasn't Rian would eat his bag.
"Well, I hear that you at least have a medical degree which will be of some use when you help us research the physiology of the creatures residing here on Pandora," Grace growled out, though it was more for herself than Rian.
Jake looked over to his serene companion in shock. Rian had not seemed to be the type to be a doctor; he looked younger than Jake himself. The way he carried himself was much more similar to that of a soldier than a doctor. He had actually thought that the small man was like him, an ex-soldier that happened to have the luck of being related to a scientist working on this project.
Both men quickly went over to the computers that Grace had pointed them to and began to document their first day on Pandora.
Grace sighed as she felt a headache coming on. She had to deal with two untrained members who would have to accompany her and other scientists out to Pandora in their avatar bodies. Well, at least one was semi-useful while she couldn't decide if the other was a Jarhead or merely did things to annoy her on purpose. Though Pomphrey did seem very familiar to her but she had the very distinct urge to punch him in the face and then wrap him in a fierce hug. She shrugged off that feeling and sighed. Either way, she would have to take two newbies out into the hostile environment that was Pandora and make sure their avatar bodies were not harmed. She had a feeling that this would not end well. She needed to talk with that weasel Parker and fast.
Rian, Norm and Jake quickly walked out of the room when they had finished their logs. Both Jake and Norm were looking on curiously at their mysterious companion as they walked through the bright halls of Hell's Gate, towards the cafeteria. Rian did not look like he could be a doctor at his age even with the maturity that he seemed to have. However, he did exude an air of mystery that intrigued them as well as scared them.
The silence between the three men was broken when Norm finally said, "So Rian, I didn't know you were a doctor. You must have been very young to have gotten a doctorate at your age. I mean you have to be at least four or six years younger than me!"
Rian flushed, slightly in embarrassment. His physical appearance looked to be around 22 years old while he was actually over 100 years of age. It had always bothered him that he would forever remain a 22 year old and got him into all kinds of problems like this one. It also didn't help that he looked like an 18 year old because he was so petite.
"Thank you Norm, but I only look younger than I really am. I am actually 29 years old."
Norm and Jake looked flabbergasted, Rian was four years older than them but he looked like he was a young man in his late teens. Norm recovered faster than Jake and quickly apologized for the mix up, "I'm sorry if I offended you; I know that I wouldn't like it if someone pointed out that I looked like a teenager when I was almost 29…wait, I mean…that sounded better in my head…I'm sorry."
Rian looked amused as Norm stumbled over himself to apologize. He had gotten used to people thinking that he was a teenager a long time ago but he hadn't encountered that particular question again during his time in the slums. They had been happy with no answers as long as his services were affordable and close-by. He hadn't had many people speak to him in such a polite and intellectual manner since his days in college getting his medical degree.
"It's perfectly fine; I'm used to it so I don't mind. I was simply caught off guard by the question because many of my old clients never really asked my age as long as I could help them they seemed fine without asking anything."
Norm smiled confusedly at this but Jake seemed to understand his patients' behavior well and nodded grimly. They continued walking on in silence until they reached the Cafeteria and ate their first meal in five years. Tomorrow they would need all of their strength to link up to their avatar bodies and explore Pandora. Each of the three men went to sleep with excitement for the next day but for different reasons.
'I can't wait to research Pandora with DR. GRACE AUGUSTINE!'
'Tommy, this place is beautiful, you would have loved it.'
'I wonder what else my mischievous new sister in store for me.'
"Hello! Dr. Pomphrey! Are you awake?"
Rian awoke to the incessant sound of pounding on his door. He wasn't usually able to sleep at all, much less sleep in. He had felt Eywa wrap her presence around him when he had fallen into a light slumber. She must have kept his nightmares away and allowed him to sleep for so long.
"Yes…just a second…I'll be out in a minute!" Rian yelled as he quickly changed out of his clothing, forgetting that he was now able to access a small amount of his magic and was able to spell his clothes on.
Rian rushed to the door and flung it open to see Max standing outside his door looking towards his door and his watch nervously. Rian knew he was extremely late for the linking between himself and his avatar. It made him slightly nervous about seeing Dr. Augustine's reaction to his tardiness. If the woman was the reincarnation of the harpy that was the Ginny he knew, then he was in for a reaming
"Sorry I'm so late Max, I overslept. I promise that this will not happen again." Rian rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous manner as he looked at Max's weakly smiling face.
"It's alright, you're the one who's gonna get one hell of a lecture from Grace though. I'd be prepared for her rant as soon as you step through the door though. She seemed pretty angry when she sent me to get you. Jake and Norm are already in their Avatars and are running around outside right now so we might want to hurry." Max quickly led him to the link room
Perhaps he could sneak in past Dr. Augustine and hop into the link bed before she could notice him…"Ah, Mr. Pomphrey I'm so glad you decided to grace us with your presence," Dr. Augustine interrupted his thoughts sharply, making Rian jump at the sound.
"Ah! Dr. Augustine I'm so sorry I'm late but you know with cryo and a five year flight in, I had jet-lag, or would the proper term be shuttle lag? Well, I'll just let you know when I figure that out all right." Rian smiled brightly at the fuming but confused Dr. Augustine and hopped into his link bed.
"Well, I better get in now; what with all that exploring we're supposed to do today. See you on the other side!" Rian quickly shut the lid as Max pressed the button to activate the link transport when he saw Grace quickly speeding towards him.
The machine hadn't worked straight away, Rian could feel the whole process of his soul leaving his body and then traveling through what was Ewya to get to his new body. It reminded him of a nifty spell old Voldie had created, it had the ability to rip a person's soul out of their body and leave them to roam the earth forever without even a chance at eternal rest. The snake-faced bastard had tried to use it on him with the Elder wand but it had luckily failed because Rian had been the true master of the deathly hallow.
The muggles had studied enough about mind-magics to figure out how to take someone's mind out of their body and into another. However, they did not know that it also took along the soul because of Eywa's presence on Pandora. Every spirit must pass through the mother when they die or in this case, have an out-of-body experience. They were only lucky that Eywa was a peaceful and caring mother, unlike Gaia who was insane and would readily take whatever life force was there.
'Brother, happy?' Eywa greeted Rian softly while holding onto his small presence caringly.
'Sister, yes.' Rian greeted back while softly brushing against her presence.
'Na'vi? Brother, happy soon.' Eywa said firmly while Rian looked at her suspiciously, she was plotting something but he knew that it was only for his happiness. She firmly grabbed his presence and led him towards his new body.
'Soon,' Eywa repeated as she gently pushed him into his Avatar and smiled mischieviously as she plotted her brother's future.
It was slightly different in his new body than in his true form but it was easy to maneuver. In fact, he felt much freer in this body than in his true from. He suddenly realized that it was his magical core that made him feel that way. He didn't know how she did it, but his sister had somehow managed to have his magical core transferred to this new body and because this one was one of her creations, she had complete access to it. He felt so much more sensitive to the wild magic that roamed Pandora and made it so different than Earth. The feelings he was getting were so intense that he almost didn't hear the scientists in the oxygen suits ask him if everything felt alright.
"Yes…yes, I'm fine. I can hear you just fine also, so you don't have to yell at me." Rian replied somewhat irritated with her yelling when he suddenly had the urge to go out into Pandora's forests and just allow himself to let loose.
The female scientist looked at her male colleague in slight confusion because she had barely spoken above a whisper when she had asked Dr. Pomphrey her question. Her male colleague simple shook his head and they just chalked it up to the higher senses of the Na'vi.
"Alright Dr. Pomphrey, we're going to need you to do some exercises for us before you can go out into Pandora."
Rian sighed and nodded as he monotonously completed the exercises that they had him complete to make sure his muscles were functioning correctly. He was a ball of energy as he literally was thrumming with it.
"Alright Dr. Pomphrey, you're all good to go. Here are you're clothes," the female scientist paused as she passed him his Avatar's clothes, "and now you can go outside and meet Grace by the launch-pad."
Rian quickly changed and sprinted out of the whitewashed lab room and out into fresh Pandorian air. It caressed his azure skin gently and the squishy moist dirt felt cool on his feet. He passed a small puddle and had to freeze at what he saw. His Avatar had taken on his true appearance, though with Na'vi differences. He still had his bright emerald eyes that seemed to glow with an eerie light that was caused by his magic, his lips were bow shaped and full, his hair was a glossy black that was tied into a tight braid but still managed to twist up in odd ways, and his skin also seemed to glow with a mystical light. There were some differences however, his figure was slightly curvier and his muscles were much more defined, but he had a much more effeminate face. His nose was smaller and his face was softer than before, not as angular as he remembered it and his luminescent eyes were bigger
"I see you're finally finished with all your tests that you would have finished at least three hours before, had you come at the set time," Grace barked like a drill sergeant as Rian quickly hopped aboard the helicopter that a female was piloting.
"I'm sorry, but I wasn't feeling alright before-hand Sir! This will never happen again Sir!" Rian saluted Grace while saying this. Jake and Norm were breaking down into fits of laugher as they saw Grace's pale face turn dark red from anger,
"Watch it Pomphrey, or I might just let you get lost in the jungle," Grace growled as Trudy, the pilot began her helicopter.
"Wow Rian, you look really different," Norm said as he stared wide-eyed at the once sickly looking man.
"Yeah man, you look almost like a woman. You even have the curves and you're smaller than us by at least a foot." Jake added as Rian's eyebrow twitched. His height was always a sore spot for him. Ever since the Dursley's care he had been destined to be shorter than most of his classmates but after he stopped aging he never grew an inch.
"Jake, I was shorter than both of you already so it's no wonder I'm shorter than you when we're in our Avatars." Rian replied somewhat bitterly as Grace smirked at his irritation.
"True, you always were a shrimp Har…" Grace began but stopped, why was she going to say the name Harry? Dr. Pomphrey didn't even seem like a Harry with his effeminate features.
Rian had frozen when he heard the name that was about to come out of Grace's mouth. It was his old name, a name that he had erased from existence after his mother had adopted him. Though now that name was bringing back memories of every one that would be better left buried in his mind.
The silence was quickly broken when the helicopter suddenly tilted to the side and Jake went sliding down the inside of the helicopter and would have fallen out if Rian's reflexes had been a second slower. He quickly pulled the shaken up ex-military man back in as Jake looked at him in astonishment.
"Wow Ri, you've got some awesome reflexes and you're pretty strong too."
Rian smiled sheepishly and replied, "Thanks Jake, but where I come from you have to be able to protect yourself or else."
Jake simple nodded dumbly and gasped when he looked outside. It was pure breathtaking beauty; lush green forests with clear blue rivers and thousands of colorful bird like things, 'ikran' his mind supplied for him. It felt wonderful being so high up again, it reminded him of his quidditch days back at Hogwarts only a bit more restrictive. He chuckled happily as he saw both Norm and Jake begin to babble excitedly about exploring the new planet. He was so distracted by them that he failed to notice the suspicious stare Grace was giving him.
Grace knew where Dr. Pomphrey was from but his reflexes were much too quick for a doctor in the slums. His real appearance and his Avatar's appearance didn't seem to add up and for some reason she always got the worst headaches around him. Maybe she was just thinking way too much about this, it was affecting her work and she just couldn't allow that to happen.
Jake was the first to jump off, gun in hand, eager as can be. Grace got off with a long-time familiarity, quickly getting Trudy to shut off her engines because the noise was going to scare away the creatures. Norm, amusingly enough, almost forgot his pack on the ship as he was so eager to start exploring.
"Stay with the ship," Grace ordered the human soldier that had come with them. "One idiot with a gun is enough."
Rian couldn't help but snicker at that, and both he and Jake traded amused looks. It was amusing when they weren't on the receiving end of Grace's snide comments.
"You the man, Doc," the soldier said with zero complaint, following the orders without remark on Grace's tone. Rian had to admit he was glad he wasn't subject to the military chain of command here as much of the soldiers were, Quaritch was a right bastard.
Rian took his time enjoying the scenery, absently touching the long grass-like leaves of the underbrush and the hair-like petals of a pink flower with purple leaves bigger than his head. It was amazing to be in such a beautiful serene place after the chaotic wasteland that was once Earth.
His sensitive ears twitched at every small noise: a mating call, the clicking of insects, and the yowling of animals. When a group of monkey looking creatures swung through the winding branches above them with their four arms and blue and yellow coloring, Jake was quick to jump to their defence and aim his gun at them.
Rian just smiled at his youthful enthusiasm. Unlike the rest of his group he knew that Eywa would never send a creature that wanted to harm to him. The monkey-like beings, Prolemuris, his mind supplied, happily picked fruit from the trees. Now that he was actually outside of Hells Gate, he could finally begin to experiment with his magic again.
"So, how will they know we're here?" Norm asked, snapping Rian out of his thoughts.
"I'm sure they're watching us right now," Grace answered with a small sad smile, making Rian wonder just what had happened to cause such a smile on the usually sarcastic face of the head scientist.
'Just what happened to you Ginny?'
"Keep moving, Norm," Jake ordered, as the eager man had stopped in the middle of the trail and started looking around the immense foliage above them for any signs of the trademark blue skin of the Na'vi. As they were natives to the planet and more than likely could conceal themselves from even the most dangerous of predators, Rian didn't know how Norm could think he would be able to catch a glimpse of them.
Finally, after at least a twenty minute trek through the tropical forest, Grace brought them to a stop in an area where water had washed away most of the topsoil, exposing an extensive root system to the open air. Rian watched in fascination as they inserted a needle into the root of the tree and watched the firing synapses of the roots through a hand-held device.
"Wow, it's that fast?"
Grace laughed at look of wonder and dumbstruck awe on Norm's face. She remembered her first time out exploring Pandora and how excited she was about her findings. "Yeah, so that's signal transduction from this root to the root of the tree next to it. We'll take a sample of it for now to test back in the lab."
Rian smiled to himself as he saw more of the Ginny that he used to know come out of Grace. Her face simply glowed in delight at her findings just like it used to whenever she casted a spell correctly.
"You know, it's probably electrical based on the speed of the reaction," Norm commented around the sample vial in his mouth.
Rian nearly laughed at the look on Grace's face. "Norm, you've contaminated the sample with your saliva."
Seeing Jake beginning to wander, Rian silently followed behind, making sure the marine didn't get attacked. He continued to walk but soon became frustrated with the loud crunches his feet were making. Scowling down at his shoes, he leaned against a tree and took them off.
Letting out a sigh at the feeling of the soft ground beneath his toes, he silently slipped through the foliage after Jake, hearing him making a racket. Unfortunately, he didn't get there in time to stop the curious and amused Marine from making all the spiral shoots disappear into the ground, revealing an angry Hammerhead Titanothere.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot, you'll piss him off!" Rian could hear Grace's voice through the communication device on Jake's neck.
"He's already pissed off," Jake replied almost hysterically as he kept a grip of his gun.
"Jake, his armour's too thick. Trust me."
Taking a few, slow and easy steps towards Jake, he placed his hand at the Marine's elbow. "Breath," he said softly, sending calming waves into him. The last thing he needed was Jake trying to shoot the bloody thing anyway. Eywa would have his head if such a thing happened to one of her creations.
Thankfully, Jake put the safety back on his gun and pulled back into a defensive position, glancing at Rian with a worried look. Now that the small doctor was in danger as well, Jake seemed to fall into a calmer state of mind in order to help Rian escape. Slowly they began to edge back as the Titanothere destroyed nearby foliage with its hammerhead to display its prowess.
"It's a territorial threat display. Do not run, or he'll charge."
"So what do I do, dance with it?" Jake snapped back, using a bit of humour to try to lighten the gravity of the situation while keeping Rian behind him as a small sort of protection.
While Jake and Grace continued to bicker about what to do to keep the thing from charging at them and killing them, Rian examined his surroundings for an easy way to escape. If it came down to it, he could probably drag Jake up a tree with him. There was one close by, after all, and Rian had taken his shoes off, it would be easier to grip a tree with bare feet, even though the soles of his feet hurt a bit from the lack of calluses.
It was only because of the awareness that he was given by Eywa that he was the first to feel something approaching from behind. It didn't feel malicious but feral; Rian knew for sure it was a predator. It reminded him slightly of the Nundu back on earth. They were giant mammals similar to the leopard that was native to East Africa. It moved silently, despite its "gigantic" size, and was considered by some to be the most dangerous creature alive. That is, before it was hunted down and killed so that the military could harness its breath. You see, the breath of a Nundu was toxic and filled with disease. That alone can wipe out entire villages of people.
"Yeah? Come one! What you got! Oh yeah, who's bad. That's right," Jake screamed out at the fleeing Titanothere, bringing Rian back to the conscious world.
Rian quickly spun around when he felt the dangerous feline presence of the predator that had been watching them and stared up at a looming Thanator that didn't seem to appreciate their meal getting away.
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, bitch! That's right, get your punk ass back to mommy! Yeah? Yeah, you got nothing! You keep running! And why don't you bring back some of your friends, huh?" Jake taunted the still running Titanothere, still unaware of the presence of the looming Thanator.
Rian elbowed Jake in the back and the marine paused in his taunting and turned around.
The Thanator jumped over them and scared the Titanothere herd away from its new prey. Meanwhile, Rian knew Eywa wouldn't let harm come to him, he couldn't say the same for Jake. Grabbing the marine's arm, he booked it in the direction of the dense branches he'd seen earlier. Hopefully, those would slow it down enough for them to avoid getting eaten alive.
Rian sighed heavily as he wrung the water out of his shirt. He and Jake had been separated when they had jumped off the cliff. Jake had more strength then Rian and was able to swim to shore whereas Rian was simply carried away by the current. Jake had both of their packs so Rian was left to fend for himself and it would be dark soon, not the time to be traveling about.
Rian quickly got up and climbed the nearest tree; it wouldn't do to travel on the jungle floor where most of the predators were lurking about. Through the trees he could continue his search for Jake, he only hoped that he found him before something else did.
Jake was worried about Rian, he was so much smaller than him and didn't have any military training of any kind to protect himself with. He knew that Rian was older than himself but he couldn't help but feel protective over the small doctor, like a little brother even though he never acted that way.
Jake slowly warmed himself up by the fire that he had created a couple of minutes earlier and sighed, running a hand down his braid worriedly. His ears suddenly stood at attention and his head snapped towards the rustling of a bush. He quickly grabbed his makeshift torch and waited tensely for whatever was behind the bush to come out.
Rian had seen Jake's fire from the trees and quickly decided that he should get down there when he saw a female Na'vi take aim at his friend. He silently crept down the tree so much so that the female Na'vi didn't notice his descent to the ground until he deliberately rustled some bushes to get to Jake.
"Rian!" Jake exclaimed relieved that he had found the small doctor and that nothing was going to attack.
"Jake, I found you," Rian replied calmly as he allowed his magic to keep track of the hidden Na'vi's every movement.
"I thought you were a goner man! I'm so glad that you're alive," Jake quickly pulled him into a big bear hug and then proceeded to give him a noogie.
"Hey! Ease up there. My head was not made for this sort of treatment!"
Jake chuckled but stiffened when he heard a growl from behind him.
"Hey Ri, I think we got some company."
Rian slowly turned around and saw a dog-like creature staring at them with hungry eyes, it was hairless with shiny skin that looks like overlapped armor. The most disturbing feature was its paws, which looked like leathery hands.
'Nantang,' Rian's mind supplied for him when he shot a quick look at Jake and saw him frozen in slight fear and disgust at the creature before them.
Once Jake got ahold of himself, he quickly pushed Rian behind him and waved his torch at the Nantang like a weapon. When the creature saw this, it sprung, only to drop to the ground as quickly as it had leapt. An arrow was lodged deep in its side as it whimpered pitifully on the ground in pain.
The Na'vi woman that Rian had seen watching them earlier came out from her hiding place and quickly ended the wounded beast's life with a quick prayer and a motion of her knife. She then got up and began walking away from them.
"Hey…wait up!" Jake quickly began to follow her, but Rian was slightly weary.
"Wait, we wanna thank you…" Jake didn't get to finish when the cat-like woman turned around and snarled, "You do not Thank for this! This is sad only."
"O…okay, sorry. So where are we heading?" Jake stuttered and blushed as he looked at the woman fully. It was then that Rian realized that Jake had become infatuated with a woman that would more than likely end his life before ever considering him as a mate.
"We…we not go anywhere. I am going home," she hissed in broken English, Rian had almost thought she had spoken Parseltongue with how she spoke the words.
Jake then decided to use some force if she was not going to listen to his words. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, but she simply brought out her knife and swung down to stab him. The knife didn't touch him however, as Rian decided to step in and grabbed her hand with a surprising amount of strength.
"Please forgive him; my brother sometimes has lapses in the acts of common courtesy. What he means is that we do not know how to get back to the other Skywalkers and we need a guide."
Jake gave Rian a sheepish smile, his eyes slightly wide at being called brother by the small doctor. The Na'vi seemed to be considering something before she shook her head and was about to say no when a group of pink jellyfish looking creatures floated over towards them. They landed softly on Jake and Rian which made them slightly uncomfortable but they withstood it.
Neytiri didn't know what to make of the two skywalkers she had found. The bigger one, Jake acted like a child while the smaller one acted like an adult when he looked like he was barely entering adulthood. The smaller one's appearance was also different from the regular Dream Walkers that they had seen wandering through the jungle. He had the customary four fingers of the Na'vi but was smaller and had more feminine curves than the average Na'vi male or dreamwalker. There was something about him that both put her at ease and made her wary of him at the same time. It was odd to say the least.
'Well, I shall let Ts'ahik decide what to do with them. After all, if Atokirina had flocked to them both then they must not be a threat in Eywa's eyes.'
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