Bab 26: Chapter 26: Echoes of a Dark Past.
Lutsey's POV
I could see Tsylan collapsing and closing his eyes before he could even finish his sentence. Seeing this, I hurried to go towards him to catch up with him, preventing his head from hitting the ground violently.
At that moment I felt a deep anguish over my beloved. Why had he fallen asleep so quickly? Was it that, when he said he had little time?
At this thought, a deep sadness and anger overwhelmed me. As soon as I had found a moment of happiness, the People of Heaven took it away from me. Why did destiny continue to fall on me? I put my forehead against his by closing my eyes, praying to Eywa to wake up. But nothing happened when I opened my eyes. He had remained motionless, his eyes eternally closed and with no sign of movement.
Me whispering: Wake up, please. Don't leave me alone!
It was my sister's voice that brought me back to the reality of the terrible situation.
Joltsyn: Big sister, what should we do? We can't let the Sawtute destroy our land without reacting! But by doing so, we risk putting our home in danger again.
This reminder made me frown, forcing me to think about the decision to take. Then the reminder of Tsylan's last words came back to me and a terrifying fear gripped me.
Neytiri, Father, Mother, Tsu'tey, my brothers and sisters omatikayas.... They were all in danger!
Joltsyn put one hand on my left shoulder, but I could feel his anguish through the bond.
Joltsyn: Say your orders, big sister.
It didn't take long, the fear animating my words.
Me: Joltsyn, prepare warriors for battle. I feel that my family needs help.
She bowed her head and walked away to communicate my orders. As for me, I hugged my partner's dream walker body with all my love. Tsylan....Please...Wake up! I really need you!
Gäel's point of view
I was preparing for the expedition against the omatikayas, when I received a call from Sted. Judging by the tone, it was urgent. So I hurried to get there, my outfit on with my handgun on, on my right flank. I was impatient to confront these bruises, but the tone of Sted worried me.
I finally arrived at the infirmary, where I found Dyle and Sted in a room, in front of a Ben lying on a bed, unconscious. Various devices were connected to his body, including a breathing apparatus. The beep that resounded from a machine showed his heart rate. Dyle was sitting on a chair, his datapad still in his hand, but with a worried look on his face. As for Sted, he was standing and pacing, with a worried look on his face.
Me: What happened?
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, before Sted sighed and threw himself.
Sted: After Quaritch's conclusion on the negotiations with the rookies, Selfridge ordered the program to end. All connections were cut off as a matter of urgency. But one didn't come back into his body.
I watched Ben, who remained unconscious and seemed peaceful, far from the tumult of the world.
Me: Will he wake up?
Dyle: The doctors don't know, nor what state he will be in when he wakes up.
Me: What do you mean?
Dyle : The electric shock, due to the emergency stop, has damaged the nervous system. We don't know the damage, but they told us it could be different.
Sted sighed: In any case, if he doesn't wake up within 48 hours, we're going to have to either send him to Earth or unplug him.
I lowered my head, sadly. I would have liked us all to be together, but not like that. And the thought of seeing Ben get killed at the touch of a button, when he had escaped worse, frustrated me deeply. The voice, intimidating the departure for the assault, took my mind off it. After greeting my friends, I left to join the Samson where I was assigned.
Inside, I prayed that Ben would come back, hoping that he would not be a vegetable.
Joltsyn's point of view
Before leaving for the Home Tree of our allies, I had to discuss with my sister about the management of the clan during our absence. I didn't need to see her eyes wide open and her ears pricked up to see her surprise.
Lutsey: But little sister....If you go with me, who will lead?
I'm smiling at that question, for thinking about the answer.
Me: I have the answer to that question.
With these words, I signaled to a woman with dark-colored clothes. Her top barely covered her chest, slightly larger than an average na'vie. Her bushy hair in a ball at the back of her head was also strange with her emerald green eyes. She was a na'vie, her four fingers on her feet and hands and her eyes showed it. But...Her energy was also strange. I didn't know how to describe it. It was a mixture but I couldn't see what. All over her body, red lines gave her a warrior look.
Everywhere in her body, red lines gave her a warrior aspect.
If the word mystery had a form, this young woman would represent it well. Her name was Nilya and she had joined our clan shortly after my sister took office. Although she remained an enigma, she won my trust and friendship. In spite of her melancholic looks and her calm reaction to Tsylan's arrival.
She came towards us and bowed.
Nilya: You called me my Olo'eyktan and my Tsahik?
Joltsyn: Nilya, I've already told you to avoid these formalities. We are friends, aren't we?
She answered me only with a smile.
Lutsey: My sister and I are going to go and help our Omatikaya brothers and sister.
Nilya: Are they in danger?
Lutsey: I'm afraid so, and I need to be sure. My sister has suggested that you can lead the life of the clan in our absence.
Again, I was intrigued by Nilya's calm reaction, as was Lutsey. But we didn't mind looking for the details. The young na'vie nodded her head in agreement.
Nilya: I will look after the clan in your absence, you have my word.
Me: We know that, Nilya. Even if you are still mysterious, you have our trust.
Lutsey: Can we go now?
I felt the anguish in my sister's heart and I knew she couldn't wait any longer.
As soon as the words were said, we set off for the Home Tree of our allies.
The journey to the Kelutral of the Omatikayas, took place in an icy and disturbing silence.
I did not need to see my sister to know that she was very worried. Through our bond, I could feel her fear and anguish for her relatives and her host tribe, after her partner's warning.
Fortunately for us, the wind was favorable and allowed us to save time, compared to a normal journey. But will it be enough?
I prayed to our Mother that this would be the case. Suddenly the voice of Me'em, inside my head, challenged me.
Me'em : It smells like death.
Indeed, a thick smoke blinded our sight and the smell of burning filled my nostrils. I coughed while I tried to see something. But the smoke was too thick and my eyes stung.
After a moment of flying blind, we arrived at our destination to see a horrible sight.
The once proud House tree was now lying on its side. Detached from its roots, it looked like a mutilated giant in agony.
Inside it, the flames were beginning to go out but were still active. The fumes, with the declining daylight, gave a painful atmosphere to the scene.
We were shocked and saddened by this terrible spectacle, in front of us. Some of the warriors in our group remembered the end of our previous Home Tree, whose scene below us echoed it terribly.
However, this was nothing compared to the storm of emotions emanating from my sister. In her heart, grief, anger and fear mingled in a terrifying mix.
She landed on the ground, soon followed by us. From my position, I could see the traces of tears on her left cheek as her gaze fixed on the scene in disbelief.
Before we could even move, she ran inside.
Me: Big sister!
Warriors: My olo'eyktan!
She disappeared inside, forcing us to follow her. I was afraid for my sister, of what she will discover and in the state she will be in. As we continued walking, we saw the remains of a large instrument resembling a large flute, on the ground, broken in two and completely blackened.
Me: By Eywa!
It was the instrument that made the fame of the omatikayas! To see it in such a state, was particularly horrible! The pain I felt from my sister, showed that she had seen this terrible spectacle. As I looked up, the totem pole, proudly sheltering the head of the Toruk, was nothing but ashes and the head was barely recognizable. The blue crests had completely disappeared and the skull was blackened.
Warrior on my left: I had hoped to never see this sight again in my life.
Then, a powerful cry of pain called out to us and the pain I felt in my heart made me gasp and almost feel like crying. It was comparable to the loss of Twilo and my grandmother, but it was not from my heart.
We followed the screaming and crying, to see my sister holding a body in her arms and crying her eyes out. The tears never seemed to stop in her eyes as she screamed the loss of her father.
The body, pierced by a piece of wood, was recognizable by her clothes and by my sister's reaction.
Eytukan had died defending his home, just like our father before him.
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