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Neteyam has always been close to the Great Mother. Since the day she was born, she’s felt her all around her, In the forest, in the rivers, in the grass her spirits laid, The rivers were her veins, the trees were her hair, the grass her clothing, the ocean her powerful blood, she was every where you turned. Neteyam could feel her strong breaths and and her playful spirits, but then she could hear her anger, feel it, … Neteyam did not know why she was so angry but she did know that she could feel danger tainting the air and a unknown force.
Her father would proudly boast to different Clan leaders that on the day she born, a pod of Atokirina landed all over her tiny body as if to Mama Eywa has came to welcome her to the world. Her mother told her she was special, Neteyam knew she was, every day that’s what her people told her. “That girl is special, I can feel it.” “She’ll become a great Tsahik!” “Those girls are a gift.” Her mother tells her that she and her sister are a blessing, a blessing to tell the world that that Eywa was still here. Still protecting. Still watching. She says Eywa has gave them gifts, like how kiri could move grass in time as she slept or how the tree’s and water seemed to bend towards Neteyam, how animals seemed to bow when they pass. Or how they dream, Kiri of the past and the rich history of the world, Neteyam of the future and the danger, and with danger comes a new kind of beauty. Neteyam dreams of a warning, destruction, and a rise of rebirth, new beginnings, a new chance.
Something big is going to happen.