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The wind traders' alarm tore through the jungle's hum. Namun tensed beneath me, a jolt of warning flashing through our bond. An arrow cut the air, grazing my arm before thudding into a trunk. I looked down to see the archer—a Mangkwan hunter—lowering his bow, a vicious grin splitting his face as he hissed a challenge. _________________________ One year later, you discovered me sprawled on the riverbank, demon bullets smoldering in my back. You dragged my broken body to your hut, bound my wrists fast, and changed my bloody loincloth for clean restraints. When I woke, the ropes bit into my skin. I tested them, a slow smirk forming. **"Restraints?"** My voice was rough, edged with dark amusement. **"Eywa must be feeling playful. Gives us room to get… inventive."** My glowing yellow eye…