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DreamWalker Siblings

Jake x Sister! Reader; Omatikaya x Dreamwalker; Tsu’tey x Reader

Chapter IV: Training

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Summary: Y/n and Jake Sully. Siblings, shipped off into the depths of space to explore the mysterious world of Pandora.

The warmth of the morning creeps in through the woven leaves of the tsahik's hut, casting rays of sunlight across my face. The gentle hush of the forest outside, the earthly scent of moss and wood, and the rhythmic beat of my new heart reminds me that I'm still an avatar.

I'm still here.

Still trapped.

The dull throb in my temples has lessened overnight, but it's far from gone. Every movement send a ripple to my head, a cruel reminder of my disconnection to my true body. The woven mat underneath me is unfamiliar, the texture coarse and uneven— so different from the sanitised surfaces I'm used to. I blink away the haze and push myself upright, slowly.

"You're awake." A firm voice hums.

Neytiri steps into the light, holding a bowl and a knowing look in her eyes.

I nod, my mouth dry. "Barely."

She hands me the bowl filled with warm, thick liquid. I eye it sceptically.

"It will help," she says, pressing it into my hands.

With no better options, I drink. The taste is foreign— earthly, bitter, tinged with something sweet— probably medicine. Almost instantly I feel a calm settle in my muscles. The pounding behind my eyes softens, and for the first time in days, I feel like I can breathe.

A silence settles between us as Neytiri looks me up and down, her gaze not judgemental, but calculating.

"You're stuck in this body." she says circling me,.

I nod unsure if it was a question or just a statement she needed to say out loud.

"Tsu'tey will arrive soon," she adds, examining me, "Your training begins."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for this."

Neytiri tilts her head. "Eywa has chosen you. You do not need to be ready. You must be ready."

Before I can respond, the flap of the tent opens again. Tsu'tey enters, posture straight, every step measured. His eyes lock onto mine, unreadable.

"We start now," he says coldly. "Stand."

I rise slowly, the aches in my limbs flaring to life again. Neytiri slips away silently, leaving me alone with the warrior who clearly wants nothing to do with me.

After a moment of his glaring, he gestures toward the forest.

I follow, unsure if I'm walking to a lesson or an execution.

The forest welcomes and rejects me all at once. The colours are brilliant, every leaf and vine pulsing with energy. But the brightness is overwhelming, and my senses— sharpened with this Avatar body— struggle to keep up. Every twig snap, every gust of wind feels amplified, pressing on the edges of my consciousness.

Tsu'tey says nothing for a long time. He moves like he belongs here— silent, precise. I, in contrast, stumble with nearly every step struggling to keep up while adjusting the pieces of cloth Neytiri had dressed me in.

"Balance," he snaps when I trip for the third time on a twisted root. "You are not a child vrrtep."

I grit my teeth and straighten. "I'm trying."

"Trying is not enough." He stops and faces me. "Here, you survive, or you don't. No one will carry you forever." I square my shoulders. "Then teach me. I didn't ask for this body."

He doesn't respond. Just turns and pushes leaves aside, revealing a clearing.

Looking around in awe, I spot what I can only describe as alien horses. Among them, Jake and Neytiri stand next to one of the creatures. I guess this is the first part of training.

"This is a pa'li." Tsu'tey says as he gives the creature a gentle but firm tap on its leg, earning a slight jerk from it. "You must make tsaheylu, so she knows what to do."

"Tsaheylu?" I echo, getting onto the back of the pa'li, adjusting my legs to be either side of the animal.

"Bond. You must feel what she feels, hear what she hears and control what her thoughts successfully so that you do not—"

He's cut off by Jake falling off his pa'li and landing in the mud.

"—fall off," Tsu'tey finishes, looking at Jake.

I grab my queue with unsteady fingers, the tendrils of the pa'li and I pulsing faintly with life. As I bring them to connect, the pa'li shifts from under me, it's flank twitching nervously

Slowly, reverently, I connect the ends of my queue with the tendrils of the creature.

The moment they intertwine, a surge like lightning jolts though my whole body— not pain, not pleasure, but something raw and overwhelming.

My senses, already sharpened with this new body, flare into overdrive. I feel everything. the ground beneath the pali's hooves, soft, damp, alive. The wind rippling across its skin like a whispered prayer. The thunder of its heart, wild and strong echoing against my own chest. We are no longer separate beings. We are one.

Terror crashes into me first— not mine, but the animals. A primal fear, born of instinct and memory. I feel its legs tense with the urge to bolt, muscles coiled like springs. I sense it's confusion, it's vulnerability. But beneath the fear, something else stirs— curiosity.

I steady my breathing, remembering the words Tsu'tey said along with not wanting to face plant like Jake, trying to send a calm message through the link. The pa'li hesitates... then slowly, the tension starts to disappear. The fear doesn't vanish, but it fades into the background replaced by a tentative trust. Our breathing syncs. My limbs feels heavier now, grounded, feeling the weight of the pa'li's legs like they're my own.

"Easy now," I murmur aloud, though the thought is already echoing through our connection. I try to exhale calm, to match it's wild energy with my own.

Tsu'tey watches in silence. "You did not force. You asked, that is the way."

My heart pounds as I guide her forward. She moves— then gallops. My breath catches in joy, laughter slipping from my chest as we charge toward Neytiri and a very muddy Jake.

Looking back at Tsu'tey as he gets on another pa'li, like it was a regular Tuesday catching up to my pa'li and myself. Letting out a little laugh as I near closer to the pair. I've connected with another living being in a way that defies science, logic, even reason. That revelation only makes me more happy that I got it.

"Tsu'tey I'm doing it! Oh fuck," I say stopping by Jake, with Tsu'tey beside me not saying anything but looking at Jake as if he had won a silent battle only they knew was happening.

Tsu'tey starts speaking to Neytiri in Na'vi. She smiles and looks at me.

"Na'vi lesson, soon."

Later that evening, I return to the tsahik's hut, my body aching from more archery and hunting drills and lessons from Tsu'te. Mo'at greets me with a nod, acknowledging my efforts without words. She places a hand briefly on my forehead.

"Still weak. But your spirit is strong."

Jake arrives just as the sun rises, his face lightning up when he sees me sitting with the other Na'vi.

"Look at you," he grins. "Almost like a proper Na'vi."

I chuckle, "Fuck off, where's Neytiri? You've been stuck to here this whole day."

He sits beside me, "She's with Tsu'tey, something about them being future mates," he says with a shrug.

"Hey— I've got something I need to tell you, It's about your body— your human body," he added barely meeting my eyes.

He ran a hand over his face before turning to me. "Your body," he began, slowly, "it's still in the lab. Still alive, but..."

"What Jake? Did something happen—" I say looking at him waiting for him to say something more.

"Your bodies fine Y/n, I just needed to get you away from the people so that I can tell you that" he says but gets cut off by Tsu'tey's booming voice.

"Sully's, time for training."

"You'll tell me later yeah?" I say already running off toward Tsu'tey

Jake tries to stop me— but he doesn't. He doesn't tell me that the RDA is caring for my body now. That their resources— his, Max's, Norm's and Grace's weren't enough. That he had no choice but to accept the looming offer from them.

Months pass.

Sparring with Tsu'tey in a grassy clearing with other Na'vi doing the same. I'm sweaty, bruised and panting after a low blow to my side. He circles me with that ever-annoying scowl tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Again," Tsu'tey would bark— time and time again.

"You are thinking too much. You must feel, you do not think." His voice would be firm, yet each time less sharp than it used to be.

Still , that didn't make the burn in my arms any less painful. The training was brutal. Everyday brought a new muscle I didn't know existed— now sore, aching, screaming for rest. But quitting wasn't an option.

I wasn't fighting for strength, I was fighting to belong.

And despite his constant critiques and wordless grunts of disapproval, Tsu'tey was still there. Every morning, before the sun even rose fully, he waited for me in the same clearing. And after every night, after one too many lectures about "Holding a tstal like a child," he walked me back to the tsahik's hut, silent but present, for my evaluations.

We didn't talk much, but I noticed when his gaze would slightly linger when I stumbled too hard, the slight tilt of his head when I managed to land a strike, the way he no longer called me demon.

Training wasn't just with Tsu'tey. Neytiri and I had become sisters of sort.

"You hold a bow like a stiff-legged yerik," she would giggle, barely holding in her laughter as I struggled to notch an arrow properly.

"Re'o, 'etnaw, kinamtìl, venzek." she would teach me the na'vi language and incourage me to slowly incorporate them into my sentences.

The lessons with here were.. warm. It was the first time in my life I truly felt what sisterhood could be, racing each other through the branches like children, collapsing into the grass and mimicking Tsu'tey's and Jake's voices behind their backs and burst out laughing till our ribcages hurt, our own inside jokes.

Not everything was light.

At night when the training ended and laughter faded into the hush of night creatures, I felt it— the pain of not being in my human body anymore.

The headaches that never truly leave.

And the weight in my chest.

Jake still hadn't told me what he wanted to. He comes close— almost saying it but always stops short.

"Not now."

"We'll talk later."

"You're tired Y/n. Let's not do this tonight."

I want to trust that it isn't something terrible. I need to trust him.

One evening, Tsu'tey and I lay on the grass. The air is warm humming with the low drone of nocturnal insects waking from slumber, and the distant echoing call of creatures settling into night.

We're side to side, both of us catching our breath after sparring— the kind of brutal, sweat drenched match that usually ended with me on my ass.

But tonight, I won.

I actually beat him. Fair and square.

My arms tremble from the effort, my side stings from where he landed a hard blow enough to bruise, but my chest is full— satisfied, victorious and buzzing with something I can't quite name.

Above us, a glowing atokirina blooms across the night living sky. the faint bioluminescent glow of the leaves sway overhead, casting blue green light across Tsu'tey's face, softening the sharp lines of his features.

Neither of us speaks first.

We've fallen into a rhythm. Moments where words feel too heavy. So we let the silence breathe between us. Let it say things we're still too guarded to say out loud.

Tsu'tey's chest rises and falls steadily beside me. His hands, usually tight fists of discipline and precision, now rest open against the grass, fingers brushing the soft fonds.

"You are strong," he says suddenly, his voice soft but firm. "Stronger than you think,"

I blink, caught off guard. Compliments are rare from him— scarce and hard earned. I glance at him, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"Is that.. a compliment?" I tease, turning my head toward him. "From you?"

His lips twitch into something like a smirk, but his eyes don't leave the sky above.

"I do not give what is not deserved."

He turns his eyes to meet mine,

"You are ready."

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