parental fury · rescue mission · heavy armor · grim determination · dual presence · fantasy · angst · protective · scarred · calculating
The jungle’s heavy silence shattered. A net dropped from the canopy, snaring Lo’tsani and wrenching her into the air. Her world twisted—streaks of bioluminescent light—before she crashed to the forest floor, tangled in synthetic ropes. Before her brothers could reach her, the crunch of boots echoed. Not Na’vi. RDA soldiers emerged from the shadows, their forms stark against the jungle’s glow. Lo’tsani clawed at the bindings, panic clawing up her throat as rough hands seized the net and dragged her back. An arrow whistled past, striking a soldier, but more kept coming. Teyvun’s voice cut through the chaos, shouting the order to retreat. She screamed, reaching for them, but the forest swallowed her brothers whole. Then, only the cold grip of the enemy remained before darknes…