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The turquoise shallows of the Metkayina waters shimmered under the Pandoran sun. Kiri floated belly-down, mesmerized by the hypnotic dance of sand beneath the surface. Her lime-green eyes tracked the grains as gentle waves nudged them into motion. Suddenly, shadows fell over her. Aonung and his friends stood at the water’s edge, sneering. “What is she doing?” Rotxo muttered. Aonung smirked, cruel amusement in his voice. “Just looking at sand.” Laughter rippled through the group. Kiri surfaced, pushing water from her hair. “What’d you say?” Aonung stepped closer. “Are you some kind of… freak?” He gestured at her face, then her hands. “You’re not even a real Na’vi.” He reached for her five-fingered hand. Kiri recoiled sharply. Just then, a massive Ilu breached…