Chapter 2: Revelation

Five years later,

Neytiri: Lutsey, stop! You must not venture to the edge! It's dangerous!

The little Nariyä Tunti didn't listen to her older sister's advice and continued her advance on the trunk of the tree used as a bridge, singing a song that her mother used to sing about the dangers of a plant.

Silwanin:Listen to her, Lutsey! This is not gonna end well!

Lutsey; Nah! This had the effect of raising Neytiri's voice.

Neytiri going up on the bridge: Come back here Lut or I'll come to get you!

Lutsey: Nah!

With these words, the eldest went to her sister who started running in the opposite direction and laughing. Not paying attention, she put one foot on a fragile section of the vegetable bridge. This one cracked and made her fall into the water under the helpless gaze of her sisters.

The little one briefly took her head out of the water, shaking in all directions to keep her head out but in vain.

Lutsey : Help!

The tiredness came quickly and she found herself engulfed by the element having just heard her name and the sound of a great splash.

The little one felt the cold of the river invade her skin while she was terribly missing the air and she could already see the light moving away.

She tried to come back to the surface but her young limbs did not answer her and the blackness soon invaded her young mind.

A young woman with long black hair sat and watched her with her orange eyes with an authoritative gaze. She was wearing the red outfit of the Tsahik and her face was still showing its youthfulness. She stood up and could see that she was in the middle of a lifeless white man. The only living beings were her and this strange woman.

Woman of a severe tone: You should learn to listen to your sisters, young lady.

The little girl looked around her, looking for a landmark that she couldn't find.

Ludsey: Where am I? I want to see my family again!

This thought made the young woman smile.

Woman: That's already the case.

Then a white flash came, engulfing the mysterious stranger.

Later,

She woke up spitting water in front of family members who looked at her with relief. She felt the warmth of the fireplace warm her cold and wet body and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of contentment, happy to be alive and with her family.

Neytiri: By Eywa! I thought it was too late!

Silwanin: You gave us a good scare, little sister!

Moa't and Eytukan, at first relieved, soon approached a more severe tone.

Eytukan: Learn to listen to your sisters instead of doing as you please! We thought we were losing you Lutsey!

She lowered her head and ears in front of this word. And she got a faggot in the back of her mother's head.

Lutsey: Aie!

Mo'at: This is for your stupidity! Since your sisters are having a hard time keeping you in place, I forbid you to leave Kelutral and you will be under their supervision.

Lutsey: But...

Mo'at:No but! You pay for your fault!

The youngest girl crossed her arms, looking sulky, but that didn't impress her parents who turned to her other daughters.

Mo'at: You must watch her or you will be punished accordingly. Have I made myself clear?

Neytiri: But it's not our fault!

Silwanin : It's not our fault!

Eytukan: You are responsible for her as a sister.

The two hardened their looks and their tails whipped the air vividly, showing their discontent, but this did not change their parents' minds.

As for Lutsey, she was deep in thought although she was still angry about the punishment. Who was this woman with the same eyes as her?

Ten years later,

Neytiri : Little sister... Give her at least a chance! He is an honorable person. You can trust her!

Lutsey, sighing: Why are you trying to convince me?

Silwanin : And you? Why are you refusing?

Lutsey: I've already told you. I don't trust these little people. They are deceitful. Why would they bother taking bodies to talk to us? They're just cowards.

Silwanin: Grace is different. Don't you at least want to attend a class?

Their younger sister watched them with a cold eye.

Lutsey: No.

Neytiri : But...

Silwanin : Never mind Neytiri. She won't change her mind. She is as stubborn as a hungry Palulukan.

Neytiri: You disappoint me. By being so closed, little sister, all you will get is isolation.

Lutsey : I prefer that to being stabbed in the back. Because that's what's going to happen to us.

Neytiri: Ma Sa'nok will never do that!

Lutsey : How can you be so sure of yourself, my Neytiri? In response, the youngest girl got a slap in the face.

Neytiri : Je la connais depuis quelques années maintenant ! Et je t'interdis de dire du mal d'elle !

Lutsey : And I won't let myself be slapped without reacting!

Silwanin put himself between the two to avoid a confrontation.

Silwanin: Calm down!!!! No need to come to blows. Little sister, you don't know her like we do. You can't say this kind of thing.

Lutsey: I say what I want!

Neytiri : It's time for you to grow up !

Lutsey: Say that again!

Silwanin held back his younger sister's ardor as best he could. Finally, her sister calmed down.

Lutsey : Sanok ! Pfff.... For me the only Sanok are our mother and Eywa! Not a vulgar tawtute!

This time, it was Neytiri who threw herself at her under the helpless gaze of the younger one. The elder put her sister with her back to the ground and the two exchanged blows.

Neytiri : Ravale ses paroles !

Lutsey : You can dream!

Finally, Silwanin found a loophole and managed to separate them, although she took a few blows in the process.

Lutsey wore bruises on her cheek, only defending herself against the assaults of her elder sister.

Neytiri: Apologize! Even if you are my sister, I won't let you insult a friend!

Lutsey : Maybe for you but not for me!

Silwanin: You wouldn't say that if you met her. But she prefers to shut up and keep her own idea of someone she doesn't have the courage to see!

With these words, she walked away from her and walked downstairs, her ears lowered and her tail whipping the air with energy.

Neytiri : How stubborn!

Silwanin: What do you want? She is like that. No matter what we do, she won't change. The eldest smiled at the remark.

Neytiri: Yes, she is annoying. But we love her the way she is. She is our youngest. Even if we want to hit her sometimes.

One year later,

Lutsey was now sixteen years old and had become a taronyu. She waited with impatience for her uniltaron, due to a thirst for freedom, but her parents didn't think she was ready enough to wear it, so she would have to wait. She had just returned from one of her many escarpments in the forest when her sisters prepared to leave for Grace's school with the group of students.

Lutsey : Kaltxì ma tsmukte.

Neytiri : Kaltxì ma Ludsey.

Silwanin : Kaltxì petite Palulukan.

Lutsey: I wonder if this learning is useful. I mean, it's your choice.

Silwanin: Speaking of which, Father wants to see you. Ludsey's ears stood up and his tail described a question mark.

Lutsey: He said the reasons?

Neytiri: No. But I think it's for your uniltaron. That's all I see.

Silwanin: Not necessarily, big sister. It could be Tsahik's role. They haven't made their decisions yet.

Lutsey: I'll see. See you tonight.

Neytiri : Puisse Eywa bénir ta journée, ma tsmukte.

Silwanin: Yeah! And don't break it! Les trois rigolèrent un moment avant de se séparer, mettant fin à ce moment familiale.

Lutsey went to the entrance of the Kelutral where a totem pole proudly displayed the head of a Toruk. The youngest girl looked at the head in puzzlement. She had had a strange dream last night. In the dream, she saw a warrior watching forces belonging to members of the People gathering. Next to him, a Toruk was watching, just like him, the scene. The warrior was from behind, where she could see his braid decorated with beads and yellow leaf accessories. A blindfold covered his forehead while he held a bow while watching the show in front of him.

In any case, a Toruk Makto will appear. When will it appear? She didn't know. A voice pulled her away from her reflection.

Eytukan: There you are, ma ite! She lowered her head and saw her parents across the street and she went towards them with a certain curiosity and impatience.

Lutsey: Father! You want to see about my uniltaron? Unless it's for the role of Tsahik?

Eytukan: Unfortunately not Lutsey.

Lutsey: So if it's not for the role of Tsahik, nor for my uniltaron, what would it be for then? Eytukan looked his wife in the eyes under the interrogating gaze of their daughter.

Eytukan: There's Mo'at. The time has come to tell him.

Lutsey: What?

Mo'at: Very well. She then turned to the one she considered her third daughter. It was heartbreaking to tell her this, but she had to.

Mo'at: Lutsey, you will never be Tsahik of the omatikayas. It's not the fact that you are impulsive sometimes... She paused for a moment, upset.

Mo'at : Eytukan....Je...Je ne sais pas si j'arriverai !

Eytukan : Tu dois le faire Moat. Si tu la considères comme une de tes filles, tu n'as pas le droit de lui cacher ça.

Mo'at : Tu ne peux pas le faire à ma place ?

Eytukan: You're the one who committed yourself, not me. She gave him a brief black look, and then turned back to her younger daughter.

Mo'at: Lutsey, I want you to know.... I consider you my own daughter. But I... She paused for a moment, looked her in the eyes and then lowered her head sadly. The Tsahik was searching for her words despite the fear she felt of Lutsey's reaction.

Mo'at : It is not me who gave you life. Your real mother died when you were only a month old. Lutsey couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her ears and kxetse stood up, showing her surprise as her limbs trembled. Her eyes widened in fear and confusion as she looked at both of her adoptive parents, and the emotional shock almost brought her down.

Lutsey: But...I'm an omatikaya anyway?

Mo'at had a hard time answering and Lutsey thought back to the young person she had seen in her accident. Was that her real mother? As for the Tsahik was looking for her words a few moments before answering her with an air of someone expecting a great reaction from her interlocutor. Which was the case, because inside Ludsey, sorrow and anger were mixed inside her. Despite her efforts, she could no longer hold her emotions in.

Mo'at: No. You are the only one in your clan that the Sawtute did not murder. Thanks to your mother. I only arrived after the massacre. At that time, the young hunter's grief exploded. Her tears flowed like water in a waterfall, showing the extent of the pain she felt for her parents. Eytukan tried to reconcile her, but she reacted violently by moving her arm away from him.

Lutsey, eyes in tears: Leave me alone! During all these years, you have hidden the truth from me! I hate you! With these words, she ran away, carried away by anger. The chief was going to follow her, but Mo'at held her back, doing her best to hide the tear she felt inside.

Mo'at in a neutral tone: She needs to be alone to direct this harsh truth. Our presence will only make her more angry.

The young hunter climbed on the highest branch of the Kelutral and sat down to cry. She did not return what she had just learned. So she was the only one. The only one of her clan still alive.

Suddenly a shadow covered her. She turned her head and saw her Ikran land in front of her, gracefully.

She rubs her head against his, as if to comfort him. And she succeeded. At least for a few moments. The creature handed her one of its antennas as if to invite her. The young sister got up before taking her mat and connected her neural fibers to those of her flying companion.

Tahni: You look sad to me, chaser with cold looks. What's wrong?

Lutsey: I just found out... That my parents.... Are not my real ones. Mine died without me knowing them. So I don't even know where I came from! I hate them! I hate them for hiding the truth from me!

Tahni: This detail is certainly important. But it must not, under any circumstances, influence your opinion of them. They raised you as if you were their own daughter. If they only revealed the truth to you today, it is because you were not ready to hear and accept it before.

Lutsey: But...

Tahni: Put yourself in their shoes before you blame them. This kind of secret must have been hard to carry, let alone reveal. Lutsey lowered his ears and eyes, regretting having done this to those who raised him and loved him.

Lutsey: You're right. Thank you Tahni for your wisdom. Tahni answered him with a cry of satisfaction. They spent a little time together, the young omatikaya continued her caresses on the head of her flying companion. While she made tsahaylu to make a circle around the Kelutral to take her mind off things, she felt a strange sensation. Like curiosity mixed with satisfaction. But her feelings did not seem to come from her heart. So where did they come from?

Tahni: A problem, young hunter?

Hearing this thought, Lutsey came out of his torpor with a movement of his head.

Ludsey : Nothing my eylan. Come on! Let's take a little ride, you and me.

Tahni uttered a satisfied shout before taking flight.

Lutsey : Can you stop shouting every time we leave or fly away?

Tahni: You'll have to get used to it, young hunter.

She breathed a sigh of exasperation, but the wind whipping her face quickly brought a smile back on her face.