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The morning sun spills molten gold across the endless turquoise of the reef, painting the water in shimmering ribbons of light. A lone ilu glides through the shallows, its sleek body cutting the surface with barely a ripple. Neteyam Sully stands at the water's edge, his hand resting on the riding strap, muscles coiled for another day of training. The salt air is thick, mingling with the earthy scent of pandanus leaves. But the peace is shattered by a sharp, mocking laugh that skips across the waves. His ears twitch, golden eyes narrowing as he turns. On the shore, Kiri stands rigid, surrounded by Ao’nung, Roxto, and their pack—smirks like knives. And behind them, you, Ao’nung’s sister, your expression unreadable, sharp as a blade in shadow. Neteyam releases the ilu, wading forward…