Through Her Eyes {Story}

[Eana Ketuwong]

A quick explanation for this Fan Fic.

As some may know, there is already a writing team that I'm currently working with; this is an independent project, something I've had in mind for a while. It is how I view Neytiri's life before and during Avatar. It will start with her as a child and we will go from there. I hope you enjoy it. (Most translations have been put into English using the micro-dot thing. Some are in parentheses.)

Irayo,
Eana Ketuwong


Introduction: 'Eveng

In the darkness of Hometree, a small wail was heard throughout the massive village. A young mother already with one child, held in her arms another.

She cradled the baby, her mate revolving her, offering to help at any moment.

The mother smiled and buried a tired face into her arms, lightly stroking the babe's hair with her free hand.

The tiny screaming had stopped, as if the child heard her mother's plea for silence.

"Oel syaw ngati, Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'atite," (I name/call you Neytiri.) the mother sighed, looking into the baby's tiny, golden eyes.

The mother smiled, and kissed the baby's brand new skin. The soft texture brushed lightly against the mother's lips. She squeezed the baby girl as hard as she could without hurting her. "Nga yawne lu oer," the mother whispered into child's ear. "Nga yawne lu oer."

As the years passed, the babe had grown into a curious child; one that always wanted to know who and what this was, and insisted that she was always old enough.

The mother, called Mo'at, would often have to scoop the troublesome child in her arms, and carry her back to her sister.

"Txo nga lenomum," Mo'at would murmur quietly into Neytiri's ear, "Nume uvan hu ngayä tsmuke." Mo'at would step away and kiss Neytiri and Sylwanin on the forehead, then leave.

Sometimes, although it was very rare, Sylwanin would suggest to her little sister that they spy on the hunters, and observe their techniques.

Neytiri would always agree with her eldest sister.

"Za'u, Ma Neytiri!" Sylwanin whispered, gesturing at the young Na'vi to follow her.

Neytiri darted behind Sylwanin, running as fast as a child could.

"Nìn taronyu," Sylwanin, lookedthrough a shred of branches, (Look at the hunter.) a wide grin spreading across Sylwanin's face.

Neytiri tried to look through the tangle of sticks, but could only see somebody's feet. "Oe rä'ä tsea!" the little girl cried out, her tiny words not yet fully pronounced.

"Lu fnu, Ma Neytiri!" Sylwanin hissed, ears flat back.

Neytiri shrunk down, frowning. "Ngaytxoa...," she whispered. Sylwanin pursed her lips, guilty of scolding her best friend. "Kehe, oe lu ngaytxoa." she replied, looking back at the hunter.

If they weren't spying, they were learning from their father, Eytukan.

He would teach them songs that would impress even Mo'at, who was tsahik, or the spiritual guide.

Neytiri enjoyed being around her father, who always praised her. She would pick up his songs easily, in hope he would be even more proud.

Somedays, he would convince his mate to take them into the forest at night, to do one of their favorite things:
Chase glowing fan lizards.

But as Neytiri turned 9, or the equivalent of the age for humans, she became more interested in the strange, tiny creatures arriving on Pandora.

She would sit with Sylwanin an her friend Naria, and watch the creatures skim the forest, wearing fake Na'vi skin.

But, for reasons Neytiri could not fathom, Mo'at would always pull them away from the newcomers .

And sitting alone in the rare dank darkness of the night, Neytiri wanted to know more.

She sat back in the clearing, bright white Atokirina floating around her. Neytiri smiled and caught one delicately, and set it on her arm.

It bounced along her skin, dancing on each blue stripe.

Neytiri giggled as it tickled her, then shooed it away to complete it's journey. For being so young, Neytiri was smarter than most of her friends; and, she understood the balances of nature better than any of them.

Neytiri waited in silence for Sylwanin to return from observing the forest banshees. Her sister had taken an even greater interest than Neytiri with the humans in Pandora's ecosystem and wildlife.

A rustle sounded above Neytiri, who looked up to see Sylwanin fall out of the trees and landed softly in a patch of thick grass nearby.

Neytiri scrambled to her sister and grabbed her hands, hoisting her up.

"Irayo, ma Oeyä tsmuke," Sylwanin said, brushing the loose dirt off her knees.

Neytiri smiled and sat down again, watching Polyphemus through the canopy. "Txon lu sevin," Sylwanin whispered, "hu fu luke atan."

A warm breeze fluttered through the forest, caressing Neytiri as it passed on.

Sylwanin shuffled her feet. "Sempulìl sì Sa'nok nayew ayoengit ne'ìm."

Neytiri stood once more, and followed her sister into The depths of the forest.

Here and there, on their path home, dimly lit plants would reveal themselves, or the occasional prolemuris would bounce through with blue, bioluminescent stripes cascading down it's skin.

Neytiri felt alone, even with Sylwanin at her side, and vulnerable in the rarely dark forest. She pounced along, wanting to get back to Hometree as fast as possible.

[Eana Ketuwong]

Part One: Unìtaronyu

Sylwanin grabbed Neytiri's hand, dragging her through the forest. At just 10 years old, Neytiri was learning about the skypeople, and Sylwanin was helping her. Her sister had provided her with adequate information, due to the fact Eytukan and her would ride out on his ikran to study them.

They shot through the jungle, leaves flying back and hitting Neytiri in the face.

"Sempulìl peng oeti unìtaronyu," Sylwanin stopped to catch her breath.

"Lu mì Kelutral." Neytiri let go of her sister's hand. "Unìtaronyu?" she repeated. "Mì Kelutral?"

Sylwanin started forward again, pulling Neytiri behind her.

They ran through the forest as fast as they could, eager to reach their home.

Neytiri could see ahead the looming shadow of Hometree, a place that now held a large mystery. Sylwanin made a chirping sound, signaling some other young hunters ahead.

There was a deeper sound in reply; the sisters released hands and ran faster through down the now wider path.

Neytiri looked behind her, Ninat and Tsu'tey following suit.

As they returned to the village, the archway leading into the tree itself threatened Neytiri. It was the only thing in the village that had actually scared her.

"Kaltxì, oeyä me'ite," Mo'at said, a weary tone tinged her soft voice.


Neytiri nodded at her mother, proceeding forward. Sylwanin sighed and squeezed Neytiri's hand. "Oe txopu fìpo unìtaronyu." (I fear this dreamwalker.) she murmurs, looking down at Neytiri.

The glowlamps above Sylwanin's head illuminated Neytiri's sister's face, giving off a dim glow around Sylwanin's striped skin.

Mud squished around Neytiri's toes, making her cringe. She always hated the feel of the wet dirt.

"...srane?" Eytukan finished saying to the scared dreamwalker.

Neytiri looked the false body up and down; she realized that...there was something definitely off about her.

Her skin was a lesser blue, and her spotted, bioluminescent freckles were dim, along with her eyes, which were also imminently smaller than Neytiri's.

Eytukan walked slowly around her, baring his teeth. "Oe mllte." (I agree.) the dreamwalker complied.

Neytiri squinted her eyes, suddenly scared of the new creature.

Sylwanin took short, deep breaths, and looked down at Neytiri. Her sister did not look back, but instead was amazed at seeing one of these creatures up close. Neytiri was ok studying them farther away, but hated seeing them right there in front of her.

The dreamwalker sighed and looked Neytiri right in the eyes.

She had a narrow nose and small face, with tiny, detached stripes covering her face. Her eyes were golden with brown edges, with flecks of white dotting them here and there. Her hair was pulled back, her braid hanging over her right shoulder.

There were tiny braids hanging down, with four beads attached to each one.

"Ngaru syaw fko?" (What is your name?) Eytukan prodded. "Oe lu...Grace Augustine." (I am Grace Augustine.) she said.

Neytiri sighed. It was clear this...Graceaugustine was no threat to them. But...they would never know for sure.

"Lumpe lu nga fìtseng?" Graceaugustine smirked. "Oel rangal kar ìnglìsìt," she replied matter-of-factly.

Eytukan stopped and considered this for a moment. "Tam...lumpe?" he said, once more. Graceaugustine shuffled her feet, obviously uncomfortable with speaking this strange, new language. "Ftue tìtslam."

Neytiri swallowed a lump in her throat. Eytukan might have this new opportunity killed if she made one false move. And now, this newcomer wanted to combine cultures.

Mo'at appeared next to Neytiri and Sylwanin, a grim frown on her face.

"Ma oeyä muntxa!" (My husband!)she hissed. Eytukan perked his ears, and turned.

"Tìng fì'u fko skom," Mo'at whispered, resting a three fingered in on her husband's shoulder.  

The Omaticaya Leader sighed, looking over at Graceaugustine. "Nìltsan. Kar ayoeng." (Well. Teach Us.)


Neytiri had stayed inside if Hometree, forbidden by her father to see this...Grace. But Neytiri needed to
know more.

And she wasn't going down without a fight.

[Eana Ketuwong]

Part Two: Numeyu

Three years ago, Neytiri would've begged for hours on end to see more of Grace. Yet, as always,
her father would reject the pleas, and send her off in a storm of anger.

And as a 13 year old, Neytiri was growing even more persistent:
Sending of hints, talking constantly about how cool she would be if she learned the new language,
and "Everybody is learning it. Why can't I? Rutxe?!".

Neytiri would whine and bug her father...until he would break.

At least, that was the plan.

Sylwanin was sitting next to her sister, drawing a circle in the dirt of Hometree. She sighed deeply
and dropped the stick she was drawing with, and fell back onto the mossy ground behind them.

Neytiri turned and stared at her lazy sister. "Nga lu skxawng," she murmured. Sylwanin squinted
her eyes. "Nga 'should' plltxe."

She closed her eyes once more and fell asleep on the squishy ground. Neytiri turned back towards
the front of Hometree, watching a direhorse lumber by.

It's strong, armored body mirrored a strong Tsu'tey; the older Na'vi hunter climbed onto the horse
effortlessly, making tsaheylu, or The Bond. Tsu'tey let out a puff of air, and started forward.
His eyes were focused ahead, searching for something to aim at with his bow and arrow.

Neytiri leaned forward, examining the contours of the rider and horse.

They moved along effortlessly, like a banshee dancing on the air. Dust flew up from underneath
the horse's hooves, making tiny clouds behind them.

The armored plates of the creature reacted like weak leaves, moving with the animal, instead of away.
Neytiri blinked her eyes and swallowed. She looked back at Sylwanin, who was now curled into a lazy ball,
fast asleep.

Neytiri hissed quietly and stood up, moving silently across a crowded Hometree.

She perked her ears in hope of finding her father, who was to teach her new hunting techniques today. Neytiri
bared her teeth in disgust as she saw Eytukan speaking to Graceaugustine, a smile dancing on the corners of his lips.

Neytiri pushed her evil thoughts away; she moved closer, behind Grace, and tapped her shoulder.

"Kaltxì!" Neytiri greeted, a little to happy. "Oh, hel-, er...kaltxì, ma Neytiri. Ngaru lu fpom srak?" Grace studdered.

"Ma Oeyä 'ite! Kehe!" Eytukan shot forward, grabbed Neytiri's arm, and shooed her far away from the two "adults".
The young Na'vi frowned and sat in her usual spot, next to Sylwanin (Who was still asleep) and watched Tsu'tey
once again, digging into her same old routine.

Neytiri hissed to herself, leaned back, and sat for the rest of the day, bored.



Days passed, and Neytiri had started to observe the tawtute once more.

She ditched Graceaugustine, seeing as it was no hope to try to convince her father of anything. But, every now
and then, she would slip a few hints into their conversations.

And it even shocked Neytiri when her father had finally approached her, giving Neytiri and Sylwanin permission
to sit in on a few classes.

After hearing the news, the sisters would eagerly perform simple tasks Eytukan would ask them to do, in hope that
he would approve further of his decision.

And when Neytiri finally got the satisfying feel of sitting in the wooden chair inside the Schoolhouse, she knew she
was in the right place.

Grace would stand at the head of the classroom, in front of a mysterious black slate. She would shout out words in
English, then hold up a picture of what it was. There was even one time when Neytiri knew what it was before she showed
the picture.

"Sìltsan," Grace chided, setting the pictures down on a splintered, wooden table. "English now. Only a small bit." Sylwanin glanced at Neytiri,
her eyes clouded in confusion.

"Kehe nìNa'vi," Neytiri whispered, still watching her karyu or teacher.

Sylwanin trembled with fear, and sat forward, watching Grace speak to the class. "Can we all stand?" she smiled, making an upward motion with both of her hands.
The children rose to their feet, giggling to each other. "Sìltsan! Let's...dance!" Grace shouted happily. The children looked at each other, then
moved around, making silly motions.

Neytiri followed suit, trying to memorize Grace's words. "Dance...," she had whispered to herself.

"Sìltsan," Grace smiled, laughing a tiny bit. Neytiri nodded and sighed. This was going to be hard, but it's what she and Sylwanin had wanted.
And there was no way she was going to give it up.

And after a long day of confusing words and phrases, Neytiri had finally learned to speak simple sentences. She would come home, wave to her parents,
and speak in the strange, new language.

Sylwanin's enthusiasm even grew stronger, which had surprised even herself.

After four days of work, the two sisters had learned faster than most would in two weeks. And Grace loved every second of it.

"What color is the grass?" Grace inquired. Neytiri ran her hand along her face, searching her small in-head English dictionary for the right words.
"The grass lu-is green?" Neytiri answered slowly. She could feel her cheeks flush...she got the answer wrong, she knew it...
"That's perfect! But don't use 'lu'!" Grace taunted playfully. "Sylwanin? What color is the sky?" Neytiri's sister, looked up, confused.

She looked around, nervous. "The sky is blue? No...red! Yes...," Grace sighed. "No, Sylwanin, I'm sorry. It is blue. You had it right the first
time," she began, putting her unìtaronyu or dreamwalker hand on Sylwanin's shoulder.

"Keep trying, rutxe." Grace smiled encouragingly. "Let's try something else...,"


After 5 1/2 years of teaching the Na'vi children, Neytiri and Sylwanin had grown quite intelligent when it came to the English Language...

(I'm sorry to be moving so quickly. It's part of my plan though, but I hate it!

[Eana Ketuwong]

Kaltxì! It's been a while since I've posted a new chapter in the story, but I've got my reasons Anyway, like I said in the above post, I'm so mad at myself for moving too quickly in the story, but it's part of the plan. It's difficult while you are in kind of a nasty real-life situation (Boys, boys, boys!) and you have no time to write a fan fic. Sorry, but here is the continuation of Through Her Eyes

Neytiri's eyes glittered in the darkness. They flickered with excitement;
the happiness of a young hunter, now 15, ready to make her first real kill.

She held her bow in her right hand, and an arrow in the other. Neytiri's hand
trembled as she began to attach the arrow to the drawstring. Tsu'tey nodded
ahead. Neytiri pulled the string back, focused on hitting the dimly glowing yerik

"Kä ne," Tsu'tey whispered, stepping back. Neytiri took a deep breath, focusing
all attention on her first kill. She shoots the arrow with all her might; the arrow
strikes the yerik in the heart, sending it to the ground.

Neytiri moved forward quickly, dropping her bow and drawing her knife. "Kehe!"
Tsu'tey hisses, grabbing her shoulder.

"Tsko swizaw!" he snarls, and threw the bow at the young hunter. "Tam, ngaytxoa!"
she whined, snatching it and holding it close to her heart.

"Kä," Tsu'tey murmured, gently pushing her forward.

I will continue the rest of his chapter soon...