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Headcanons about Yandere Simulator!COD.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Warning: mention of suicide, mention of alcohol, drugs, mental problems, possibly traumatic moments, etc. My personal vision of the character. OOC?

I think he's perfect for the role of Yandere.

His childhood was disgustingly shitty, and you can't blame him for that.

Born into a dysfunctional family, Simon was doomed to a hard life from childhood. His father was a drunk, a bloody alcoholic who prided himself on being able to drink for weeks and stay on his feet. A dirty man, with filthy and sadistic tendencies taken out on those closest to him. A freak who broke everyone he knew, trampling on his own son, turning the poor child into an unwilling broken doll.

Simon remembered those lonely nights in the old shed next to the house, cluttered with trash and rusty tools, like it was yesterday. The cold wind blew through the cracks between the boards, leaving goosebumps on Simon's skin and forcing him to pull his legs tighter together, curling up in a ball to keep warm. A night in the old barn was Mr. Riley's favorite punishment, a man crashing home after another rave binge to find out his son had gotten an F in school? Late for first period? Or maybe spent his pocket money on some silly comic book? - no matter what, Simon will fly instantly to the Locked Shed. No matter what happened, Simon was always drawn to his older brother, who, unfortunately, wasn't as good as his younger brother would have liked. Tommy was a jerk, that bad boy in high school who publicly cursed the teacher, broke the toilet faucet, and did stupid things. But the dumbest thing in Tommy's life was drugs - this jerk decided to prove once again to everyone that he was cool, not realizing that very soon this addiction would consume him, like everyone else who once got addicted. And Simon hovered between two fires, like a child dreaming of a normal family, like a son who had never seen his father smile and never heard praise. And the mother? Mrs. Riley-a dandelion of God, withering rapidly in her husband's dirty hands. She was a beautiful woman, the only person in that family who cared about Simon, and he loved her immensely, and still does. Mrs. Riley died when Simon was 14. It was a cold Sunday morning when a loud gunshot rang out, waking Simon from his sleep. Feeling an animal fear, he rushed to the sound, recognizing a sight that forever shattered his poor mind. On September 6, Mrs. Riley shot herself in the temple.Haunted by her husband's nightmares and torture, she couldn't take any more of this abusive behavior, couldn't watch her firstborn wither under drugs, couldn't see Simon hurt.But her act didn't make it better, hell, that kind of thing never makes anything better. After that day, Simon withdrew more than ever. Hitting his father was nothing, hunger was nothing, being forced to kiss a poisonous snake was a challenge.

Simon grew up, and with it grew his hatred and repressed aggression towards his father.One day in a club Simon watched his father attack a poor girl. She simply refused to spend the night with him and the drunkard, not confused, began to beat her as if he were a wrestler in the ring Simon could not do anything, just as he could not save his mother, stop his father's beatings or convince Tommy that drugs are evil. And he didn't understand why his father wasn't in jail. They'd find the girl, but when they did, no one would really care what happened. The freak always gets away with it.

After the death of his mother, Simon was forced to work part-time at the local machine shop. Old man Carson was happy to help the neighbor boy, so he took him into his shop as an assistant without any questions or demands. Yes, and Simon was a handy and understanding guy.

Simon started out washing cars, and after working like that for half a year, he was promoted to Carson's apprentice: the old man explained and taught the boy mechanics, letting him stay up late reading books about cars.

The old man was able to replace Simon's father, teaching the teenager simple things necessary for basic survival. For example, Simon, at 16, learned how to fix some appliances and how to use tools. But Mrs. Carson had already taught Simon cooking, laundry, and household chores, and he, as a bright boy, grasped everything on the fly. Simon noticed Mr. and Mrs. Carson had a son, which they never had, for unfortunately Paula Carson was barren.

Simon lived as a two-family household, mostly spending his days at his mentor's house, but when his father began to rage and throw himself at the neighbor's door, Simon would return, falling asleep again in his little room.

The work in the workshop brought quite a good income and Simon, having entered the desired college, was even able to rent a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, and finally moved out of his home, so as not to see this den, and not to put, in Simon's opinion, the family of his mentor in danger.

The old man Carson told him fatherly: "Simon, you'll be happy when you find love. Simon thought so, but he couldn't imagine what that love looked like. He couldn't believe it would happen someday, not just pass him by like it always did.

But one day that day has come. First day of college, Simon is walking toward the auditorium when a stranger suddenly sweeps him off his feet like a small tornado. It was just a moment when he looked into your eyes-- He felt like he was going to drown in them. The way your eyelashes fluttered as you stood there, rubbing your forehead after the blow and babbling something, was in his head. From that day on, he couldn't imagine his life if you weren't there for him.

"Finally, I'll be happy."

But is this how it's going to be? Simon can't contain his anger at seeing you talking sweetly to some cocky kid in the back of the class. And the voice in Simon's head whispered sweetly: "eliminate."

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Yandere Simulator.

(accordingly, inspired by the game Yandere Simulator)

Pairing: Ghost/You, Price/You, Gaz/You,Soap/You, Graves/You, Konig/You, Alejandro/You, Rudy/You, Horangi/You. Valeria/You. (I assume that this is not all, since the idea is taken from the Yandere Simulator, in the harem version).

Warning: College, city and certain places and people are fictitious, the education system is fictitious, OOC is possible,My personal headcannons and character vision.Different ages, mention yandere,mentioning mental problems, etc.there may be mistakes in words, English is not my first language.

Summary: Inspired by the game Yandere simulator, where you are the main character, a simple girl in in which different guys with different types and characters are interested, and of course, there is Yandere.

you can express your opinion :)

1 part.

You were born into a simple, extremely ordinary family. Your father was a banker, walking around in his favorite stereotypical outfit: a strict gray suit and a tie, as an indicator of masculinity. Every morning, Mrs. Attwoord, getting up early, cooked breakfast, her children's favorite scrambled eggs and sandwiches, collected breakfast and, like a loving housewife wife, escorted her husband to work, leaving an imperceptible trace of a kiss on his cheek, and carefully tying his tie with her elegant fingers. Next comes the younger brother, the "heir", as his grandmother affectionately calls him, although you sincerely do not understand it: what to inherit? Your father has no company, no business, no fancy house, what can the son of a simple bank employee inherit? But it's not the point that matters. Next, after her brother, the middle daughter Eliza wakes up- an exceptional beauty, with glossy wheat hair, a doll's face- almost a copy of her mother.Eliza was a promising dancer, but she was not a good singer, but she danced perfectly, performing a light bunch of moves to some loud song at every party. Then, at the very end, you woke up.

Usually, it was the last ring of the alarm clock, which you heard through the veil of sleep, not wanting to miss the outcome of the battle between Harry Potter and some fairies. But your mother's shriek, tired of trying to wake you up, let out a loud shriek, forcing you to jump up from your seat and rush to the bathroom, showering and washing up at speed.Standing at the mirror and looking at your exhausted eyes, your hands reached for a small cosmetic bag and your favorite concealer, which, as you hoped, would hide not only the sins, but also the dark bags under your eyes. Next was eyebrow gel and lip gloss - you didn't have much time to put on makeup, and you didn't see much point in it, because you weren't going on a date. In terms of clothing, your choice fell on a skirt-shorts in a large pleated dark blue color, beige T-shirt, which for convenience you tucked into the skirt, a light cardigan for warmth, and complemented the image of black capron tights, which at least somehow but added to the image of completeness. And on your feet you left comfortable sneakers.

After stuffing notebooks and stationery, house keys, lipstick, hairbrush, and perhaps a sketchbook into her backpack, the girl quickly went down to the first floor, grabbed a sandwich from the table, and hurried out of the house, to the excited cry of her mother: "Honey! You forgot your breakfast!"

But the bus, you know, won't wait for you to finish, so you sped up and headed for the bus stop, but when you saw the damn bus in the distance, you immediately broke into a sprint, running like a marathon runner and mentally cursing.

"If you leave now, asshole, I'll put a curse on you!"

And thank God, as if hearing your pleas (curses), the driver waited for the girl in distress. Almost jumping into the bus, skipping the steps, you plopped down on the only free seat and relaxed exhaled, leaning back on the back of the uncomfortable seat. A couple of stops later, leaving the packed bus, or rather, the mechanical inferno, the gates of the college appeared before your eyes. The college was a historic building that people had equipped as a "place of knowledge". Antique patterns, massive doors made of pure wood, high ceilings - all this looked really intimidating and mesmerizing. Passing the gate, you looked at the students with interest: here were girls in brightly colored dresses excitedly babbling about something, here was a group of guys, six people laughing, and here were just loners walking towards the building with headphones in their ears. There were huge trees growing on the college grounds: pine trees, mighty oaks, and even flowers. The place was indeed beautiful. But soon after you took your eyes off the beauty of the place, you noticed that there was already five minutes of class going on! As you rushed into the building, you slammed into someone's strong chest. When you looked up, trying to catch your breath from a short jog, you saw a guy, tall, sturdy, and wearing a half-face mask, which was a little weird, because it wasn't quarantine period or anything. Well, maybe it's an image of him, you thought. Realizing you've been staring at each other for a few moments, you mumble.

-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.

You didn't? That's the stupidest excuse ever, to be honest, because it's hard not to notice a big guy like that. The guy nodded, but didn't answer, and, feeling rather awkward, you threw another "sorry" and rushed further into the classroom. And good thing the teacher was late. Entering the classroom, you noticed a guy who sat with an improvised slingshot in his hands, made of two pencils and a rubber band. Oh, yes, you know this jerk - John MacTavish, a Scottish guy, explosive in character, but at the same time the soul of the company and incredibly cute and dorky guy. Noticing you he waved his hand, removing his backpack from its place and beckoning you over. Shaking your head, you quickly climb up to the top and plop down on the seat next to him, pulling out a space-print notebook and a couple of pens.

-What have you got there? When did you start liking Cosmos?- John asked with interest.

-I borrowed a couple of notebooks from Eliza,-you said, sighing, and put your elbow on the table, propping your head on your hand and staring at John, who was fastening erasers and pens with little rubber bands.

-What are you doing?

-Sword-with a serious face John answered, causing you to raise an eyebrow and ask: "A sword?"

-Yeah, the guy pulled out a little man made of erasers from his pencil case and happily demonstrated it to you.

-God, John...-a slight laugh escaped your lips.

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Masterlist

1.Last night.-1part, 2.Side story- 1part, 2part, 3part, 4part, 5part, 6part,7part, 3.headcanon Grace

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Living with a monster guy.

(inspired by the anime 'Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou')

Pairing: TF141/you, maybe Kortac/you.

Warning: Possible mistakes in words,OOC,This is all purely my personal vision of the characters.I will not say that this is a full-fledged fanfiction, more a sketch of the idea.

summary:Hybrids and humans began to live in peace and harmoniously. You're just a girl with a damn lonely and boring life, but your friend, the head of the interspecies exchange department, decided to add a little tin to your life..

Part.1

A few years ago, a great secret was revealed to the world: the existence of hybrid creatures is real. Lamias, Harpies, and even fairy, mermaids were no longer myths and legends, but became common creatures for mankind. Now, going to the store, you can meet not only the neighbor's grandmother or a former classmate, but also a beautiful fairy choosing a herbaceous tincture with the aroma of roses, or maybe a centaur occupying the grocery department, with a grocery basket in her hands. So, hybrids have tightly integrated into our ordinary life, have become friends, colleagues, and even defenders. Defenders? You may ask. That's right, hybrids have obvious advantages over humans:speed, high jump, flight, fire breathing-and these and many other abilities were used in the army, the police, even in volunteering! Werewolves are good at finding people under rubble, they are strong and have an amazing nose that can smell the target they need for several kilometers.

There were also special groups created from hybrids with exceptional outstanding combat skills. One of them was the Task force 141, the most famous group in narrow circles.It will be discussed.

-Tess, you have no idea how lonely it can be, Girly...- you mumbled to the blonde sitting next to you. Tess Oskott is one of the employees of the interspecies exchange organization. This organization is responsible for ensuring that some types of hybrids (and, concurrently, almost all) have at least one owner who would monitor the well-being of his ward and ensure compliance with all the rules.

-And what about Cullen?-Tess asked with a chuckle, leaning back on the bar stool.

- Cullen? I've never seen worse assholes in my life!- you hiccuped, complaining in a genuinely indignant voice about your recent beau.- He talks for fifty minutes about his wonderful work, then made me pay the entire bill and asked me more "Let's go to you or to me?"

-Oh, it sucks -a friend laughed in response, smiling significantly, looking in your direction.

- I know how to help you, dear-Tess's self-confident smile did not mean anything good, for sure not for you.

- No zombie hybrids!- you moaned, getting to your feet and not taking your eyes off this cunning fox. Tess was up to something, but fatigue weighed on your shoulders, forcing you to run away as quickly as possible.After a short chat, you and Tess parted, she went to the office, and you went home.

Opening the door of your small house, you stumbled inside and kicked off your heels at the entrance, staggered up the stairs, opening the first door and casually throwing off your bag by the bed, plopped into the arms of soft and much-desired furniture.Sleep enveloped you almost instantly, taking you somewhere on a fabulous journey through the beautiful open spaces. You're riding a horse across wide fields, the wind is in your hair, and the horse is neighing and saying, "Pretty girl, wake up." You smile weakly, but at the same second it dawned on you: is the horse talking??! And as if at the behest of that bad man, you open your eyes, wanting to look into the eyes of this shameless intruder of your sweet dream. Next to the bed, Tess was leaning over, dressed in her strict black suit, holding a folder of documents in her hands. Workers walked nearby and dragged some furniture into the house. You jump to your feet and let out a cry of incomprehension.

-What the fuck, Tess!?

-calmly, sleeping beauty, I fulfill your wish, then you'll thank me again -the woman winked and immediately turned on the boss mode, rushed towards one of the rooms, saying in a growling bass voice, "I said the bathroom needs to be expanded! We are also expanding the doorways"

- What?? Do you mean to expand the bathroom?- you rush towards your cozy shower room and see a completely dismantled room. A disappointed groan escapes from your lips when you say "Fuck" in a smacky and disappointed way

Before you know it, workers are turning your house upside down, spoiling all the comfort...

"So, miss, you are participating in the 'hybrid exchange' program, your house has been improved in order to create more favorable living conditions for hybrids."

-What the fuck is so official, Tess? In the sense of hydrides?

"Shh, listen further. You have been honored to become the host for an elite group of handsome men, that is, hybrids.".

-What do you mean?-You asked, raising one eyebrow, but the creatures that suddenly appeared in front of you threw away all questions.

A man of large build, tall, with particularly strong-looking hands came into the house. With your eyes, you unconsciously traced every curve of his muscles hidden under his T-shirt, almost drooling. A black T-shirt with a print of some kind of rocker band, gray skinny jeans and sneakers - a simple image that fit him wonderfully.. Oh, a face with rough features, a scar above the left eye, gray eyes with a blue tint, stubble, thick eyebrows, a mohawk, and that self-confident smile! Tess definitely wants you dead, because this man was definitely hot.A light dreamy sigh escapes from your lips as you shamelessly examine the man in front of you. Tess nudges you in the side, whispering in your ear with a smile.

-Wait, it's too early to melt into a puddle, that's not all

When you hear a quiet hiss, you abruptly turn your gaze to the front door, quietly buncha crawled into the house. Stop.. Crawled in? Oh no.. You see Lamia crawling into your house, cursing at the narrow passages and the cold floor along the way, squinting in your direction in disbelief. Following the Lamia came, or rather, flew, a Harpy- a man with dark skin, a charming smile and the purest plumage. Well, in the end, with a slight alarm, a man with dragon wings came in, he turned from side to side, trying to get comfortable, and accidentally flicking a flower vase with his wings.. Your favorite one! You let out a plaintive moan, but while doing the inhale-exhale-inhale exercise, you managed to squeeze out a smile.

-Umm... oh.. uh.. Hi?- you say uncertainly, greeting them. The man with the wolf ears and tail smiled again, showing his sharp teeth and confidently saying, "Oh shit, Gas, I won. Our hostess is charming."

Charming? Damn, after the bar, you didn't even bother to wipe off your makeup, let alone change your clothes, and this dude is telling you that you're "cute"? It all looks like a dream or a violent comedy, and the director of photography here is Tess. The woman, noticing your bewilderment, patted you on the shoulder and threw something simple like "we'll call you later", busily left the house.

So you were left alone with four hybrids, not knowing what to do.

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Masterlist

1.Living with a monster guy.-1part.

2.Yandere simulator- 1part, Simon Riley

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🌼Character ai / Hi Waifu 🌼

Masterlist

🔥Call of duty🔥

Task Force 141

1. Task Forse 141

1)Character ai

2)Hi Waifu

[- "Angel" is a secret experiment. A soldier recreated out of pain and suffering. Her father had experimented with her, wanting to make the perfect soldier: obedient and cold-blooded. He spent many other people's lives to finally get results. His illegitimate daughter "...", achieves amazing results: she is able to heal any injury in a matter of seconds, her reaction and skills Combat is enhanced, and finally, she is able to heal her comrades with her blood. But what if Will the Angel still have feelings?]

2. TF141+ Valeria Garza

1)Character ai.

[I watched horror movies and let's play the game about the morgue and was inspired.]

[A strange woman interferes with the plans of the cartel and task force 141. they, under the yoke of Mrs. Helza, are forced to unite, but as soon as they get closer, the unknown happens. They wake up in the morgue in the form of spirits, and they need to help a pathologist girl (or a guy, you can adjust) find a demon, maintain consciousness and perform an exorcism ritual. you can turn a chat into both a comedy with funny moments and a horror story with a happy ending/or not]

3. TF141-Konig

1) Character ai.

[Avatar Au, where Task Force 141 is a group of elite soldiers who were sent to Pandora to investigate the mysterious Na'vi]

4. TF141-Konig

1) Character ai.

[The school for troubled children that your parents sent you to, where you will meet a group of bullies called "141". But they protect you from trouble.]

5. Task Force 141

1) Character ai.

[It's early in the morning and you're scaring them with your scream while you're using a wax strip😭]

6. TF141_Konig

1) Character. ai

[After a difficult military career, the Task Force decides not to travel to the edges of the world, but to stay and buy a battered farm in a calm and peaceful piece of the world, where the main character was born, grew up and manages her cozy farm.]

7. Task Force 141_Konig

1) Character. Ai

[Your trip with your nasty brother and his friends turned into a deadly encounter with slashers who consider you their last girl]

8. TF141_Konig

1) Character. Ai

[You have been chosen as a sacrificial bride for the mighty dragons]

9. TF141_Konig

1) character. Ai

[Your father wants to marry you to the old count, but you do not want this and run away, hiding on a ship famous all over the ocean Pirates.]

10. TF141_Konig

1) Character.ai

[Many years ago, monsters and hybrids began to be born, and people were expelled from cities and live on the outskirts,in the slums. You are the fastest thief and you are the person who attracted the patrol's attention.]

Simon" Ghost" Riley

1. Simon "Ghost" Riley

1) Character. Ai

[Based on "Beauty and the Beast" ]

Valeria Garza

1. Valeria Garza

1) Character. Ai

[The hat rule.Wild West]

2. Valeria Garza

1) Character. Ai

[It was a fateful meeting for Valeria. She, as the leader, had to meet with a rival cartel. This mission should have been a success, but no. Valeria is injured, which forces her to hide in the woods, at an unknown distance from the cartel.. She was already preparing for death, but then unexpected help comes just in time.]

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A little sketch of Dead by daylight, found in my old sketches. I think I'll continue it later if you like it. (I don't know if this can be considered an introductory chapter.)

Shadow

Pairing - Evan Maccmillan/Reader, Danny Olsen/Reader, Bubba Sawyer/Reader, Anna the huntress /Reader, Herman Carter/Reader, mostly killer/reader, and a little survivor/reader.

Summary:

The entity is a brutal creature, drawing more and more new victims into its game. It feeds on despair and fear, anger and tears. But what if the "Shadow" is beyond the Essence's control? What if there, where everyone sees the emptiness, lies a light that can pull them out of despair?

We're talking about Y/N Rogers, the "White Crow," accustomed since childhood to loneliness and fear and the spirits that haunt her.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes!

Part one

The fog is a slimy substance of fear, despair and hatred. Everyone who entered it disappeared. Gone without a trace. It was as if such a person had never existed. Or maybe there really wasn't. Maybe it's all just a fantasy of an evil mind. A cruel joke, or else a fake.

Stupid game of someone's sick imagination, a parasite that sucks all the juices along with your despair. "Fog" - that's what everyone calls this disgusting place. But what is fog? A dimension with a bunch of twisted and bloodthirsty maniacs who take your life time after time. But what if I told you that for someone, death is the only way out?

A beautiful baby girl was born. What a shame no one wanted her... "A child born to save a marriage" is the most common name given to such children. After all, it is better to "recreate" a new life than to deal with one's own. That's what Jack and Malena Rogers thought. Oh! The memories of their first meeting are as fresh as yesterday. They met at one of the university parties. Jack asked Malena, for a dance, then invited her back to his place, and everything spun and spun and spun. It seemed like love at first sight! A passionate and ardent love, engaging in a hot tango. A month later, the wedding, honeymoon, and everything seemed to be going uphill, and bam...

Cold. Feelings went out. Faded as rapidly as they flared up at their first meeting. Malena saw the only way out of this situation in Internet forums, where women with similar marital problems advised each other on all sorts of crazy things. And one of those things was "have a baby. An unknown person under the nickname "MisisAllens" talked on her blog about the "tragic story of a relationship" that was "heroically saved" by their child. And now, finally, it's decided: They want the baby!

The pregnancy was going hard, the Toxicosis was extremely painful, and the baby kept trying to be born ahead of its due date. What was Rogers' disappointment when, instead of fervent feelings, came screaming, diapers and snot, and the beautiful figure was flaunted not by tight dresses, but by extra pounds. Jack was no longer attracted to his wife, which caused him to have a mistress or two, hardly ever going home, leaving Malena alone with herself, self-loathing, and a month-old daughter...

-Shut up already! - Pillows and plush toys flew in the direction of the crib. The young mother was jumping between rooms, trying to get everything done in time for her husband's arrival. To which the baby began to yell louder and louder, causing the woman to become even more hysterical. Unable to endure, Malena slumped against the wall, rolled smoothly to the floor, jerked the headscarf off her head, and sobbed, whispering only words of hatred.

"I hate... I hate... I hate you!! "

The first couple of years were also difficult. The girl grew up extremely nervous, reacting to negative attitudes in the family. Jack's carousing was wearing Mrs. Rogers down, and with her hatred of her husband, her hatred of the child grew. Malena did not want to see this child, rejecting the very fact of his existence :- "Covering your eyes with a rag ." And as she grew older, nothing changed. Not counting Jack, of course. In a couple of years, the gorgeous blond hair was replaced by a classic smoothed haircut that hid the rare baldness, and the Inflated body was replaced by a tummy. Instead of lovers he was now interested only in his career, his wife, and nothing else.

After some time in the Rogers family another daughter was born, Susie, a truly angelic child. The birth went easily, Susie literally "swept through," in less than two hours, bringing great joy to her parents. On seeing Susie, Mrs. Rogers immediately blossomed, hugging the newborn affectionately, kissing her chubby cheeks, and Mr. Rogers, sobbing, hugged his beautiful women.

And so the family had a favorite. Upon noticing Susie, all the neighbors blurted out a smile: "If it isn't Sunny, there she is!" Little Sue, unlike her sister, was "perfect at everything": she sang, danced, and even drew. Everyone admired her: "God's gift! God's gift." - Everyone adored the little girl. And while "Swan" blossomed before her eyes, bathed in everyone's love, "White Crow" survived her despair by making friends with loneliness.

-Mama! Mama!" - the girl ran after her mother, tugging at the hem of her long apron, trying to get attention, but the woman did not respond. Then the girl, not noticing no reaction, jumped up to her father, who was sitting on the couch in the living room with a Playboy magazine in his hands. Standing in front of her father, the girl abruptly snatched the precious magazine from her father's hands and ran off with a loud laugh, expecting her father to chase after her, but he did not. Jack, without making a sound of indignation, took out the remote control and turned on the television, changing channels busily. But even then, a feeling of intense longing gripped the child's mind and heart. Turning around, she slowly, staggering, made her way to the couch, placed the crumpled magazine on the couch, and took one last look at her father with her deer eyes. Just as suddenly, Susie runs into the living room.

-Daddy! Daddy!" with a sweet babbling, the girl ran up to her father, smiling broadly.

-Yes, baby? - The man, reacting instantly, picked up the girl in his arms and put her in his lap.

-I love you, Daddy!"-Jack chuckled and began to tickle the little girl. - I love you, too, baby.

- Susie, stop hugging Daddy and come over here and help me bake cookies. - A mother's affectionate voice came from the kitchen.

-Now, I'm coming! - The little girl jumped off her lap and happily jumped into the kitchen.

And only a little girl standing in the distance could barely hold back tears, watching this scene. While the poor child's mind, unable to understand, "What am I doing wrong?" Unable to withstand the pressure, the girl jumped out of the house, running away wherever she could see. Where there is no mother, no father, no "Swan".

When she stopped, the little girl was very frightened. All around was a wasteland. A misty, lonely wasteland, and shadows wandered beside her. Someone was grabbing the little girl by the hair, someone was pulling her arms, and someone was screaming. Frightened, the little girl squatted, whimpering softly, covering her head with her hands. Suddenly someone's hand caressed the shaking girl's head, and then all the sounds disappeared. When Crow opened her eyes, she saw only her home.

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Side story

Pairing-Neteyam/Reader

Summary - This story will tell you about a planet destroyed by humans even before the events of Pandora, about a girl who was captured and survived the loss of wings - an important attribute of their species, about survival, first love and human cruelty.

Warning on this chapter - Mention of death, blood and loss. Neytiri is a caring mom who protects her children.

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6, Pt7-1

Chapter 7 part. 1

It was a long journey to the village.

Loak, Kiri, and Tuck almost died, ending up in the hands of the celestials. The spider was taken prisoner. For what purpose? Alas, Neteyam did not know. And now he is leading a mysterious stranger to the village, whom he met near Quoritch's detachment. She looks like an ordinary Na'vi, just like those who live in their settlement: elongated body, four fingers on each hand, soft facial oval and round eyes, tail, though, more curly, but not particularly noticeable. What was different from the Omaticaya, however, was her skin color-white like a porcelain doll; the stripes on her body were many fine openwork curls and shimmered with mother-of-pearl, like precious Metcain beads; and her hair was curly and silky, shimmering in the light while some naughty strands were slightly out of her lush hair, creating the effect of disheveled hair. Or maybe it was just the "albino" that Teiam's father, Jake, had called the Na'vi, who had snow-white skin and gray streaks. True, Nethayam had never seen one. And that white-haired girl didn't look albino at all-her skin was white, but the stripes weren't gray. Who is she, then? A girl from another tribe? But she had five fingers on her hands, just like the Quaritch gang.

A noise tore Neteyam from his thoughts. A herd of lutokon were rushing nearby, like Na'vi hunting parties returning from a successful patrol, cheering as they made their way. "I hope my father won't be so angry," Neteyam muttered to himself as he turned toward the stranger. His shoulder ached, and there was already a large bruise on the bite mark. Surprisingly, so fragile, and it left such a vivid mark, despite its lack of fangs.

Involuntarily, Neteyam am stared at the white-haired "pearl. The girl jumped up and down to the fan lizards, frightening them and making them fly up a couple of centimeters. Which gave Teiam a short chuckle. He would have watched this stranger for a long time: who else could torture fan lizards for so long? Except Loak. But we must hurry, my father is waiting.

- Aru, come here! - Neteyam stepped away from the site of the attack and beckoned to his war lizard. They could make it safely to Omaticaya's camp now, unless of course the stranger caused him more trouble.

-I hope you know how to fly a Ikran. - Pronounced the boy, climbing onto his banshee and making a connection with it.

The young oris was not seriously frightened when something big came down in front of them and let out a gruff growl. During her stay in the forests of Pandora the fairy had not yet met these creatures. She was about to rush into the forest, but Teiam's hand drew her back.

-Wait! What's the problem? You've never seen an eggshell before?

-Ikran? Who's that? - Ikran?" said Ilis muffled, keeping her eyes on the huge banshee in front of her.

-Ikran will help us get to the camp, he is quite harmless.-Neteiam insisted, patting the seat next to her, but the fairy did not respond to the invitation, stubbornly remaining in her seat.

With a sigh, Netheyam broke the connection with Aru, getting off the crane.

-He took her hand in his, guiding it to the banshee's face as he stroked her slowly. Reacting to the caress, Aru began to make strange whistling sounds, mixed with a short purr.

-He likes you,- Teiam smiled, looking at the girl frozen in surprise, a smile blooming smoothly on her face. And Neteyam could have sworn it was the brightest smile he'd ever seen.

-Aru... - the white-haired woman said softly, wrapping both arms around the face of the ikran.

-I think you two have become friends, and now it's time to go." said Neteyam, drawing the fairy's attention back to himself.

-Can you climb? No? -The fairy shook her head negatively. And Teiam, like a true gentleman, helped her onto the winged beast. Then, without too much trouble, he climbed up himself, taking a seat behind the fairy, remembering to establish communication with Aru. Watching the connection being made for the first time, the fairy kept her eyes on Neteyam's scythe. Grace had once told her about these braids.

-Well, are you ready? - The girl nodded, to which Neteyam let out a guttural cry, ordering Ar to fly. It would be quite a long flight, for they would be on their way to the hovering islands, where they were already eagerly awaited.

The returning skymen forced the Omaticaya clan to camp on the soaring rock islands-the "Hallelujah Mountains," a Pandora treasure. It is a fascinating sight, astonishing not only for its beauty but also for the level of protection it offers: you cannot simply climb it, which is why many Na'vi give priority to their Ikran.

The forests of Pandora are beautiful, of course, but the view from above was truly delightful. The forest intertwined with each other, forming bizarre rhythms: here are two brothers, the Unidelt and the Delta, and next to them is a fern. And over here, look! A whole glade of Helicoradians...

-My boy! - Being nervous, Neytiri ran up, wrapping her arms around Neteyam's face and examining him carefully. After Kiri, Loak, and Tuck returned home, Neytiri couldn't find her place, for Teiam had never returned.

-What is this? - Neytiri put her arm around her son's shoulder, examining the fang marks.

-Mom... Mom... That's enough. - Teiam mumbled, trying to break free from his mother's grip. - I'm not alone, I have..." The boy glanced once more at the fairy, who was huddled in the crane with fear.

-Demon! - Noticing the stranger shrieked Neytiri, reaching for her blade and preparing to attack if threatened.

-I met her near Quoritch's camp. She had no weapons or uniforms like the celestials.

-And you brought her here?! A celestial demon!

-But she's not one of them!" cried Neteyam, in response to her furious mother.

And while the conflict between mother and son unfolded before the eyes of a dozen na'vi, the fairy surreptitiously examined the Omaticaians as they examined her. The conflict seemed to begin to gain momentum, forcing the fairy to get off the crane and reflexively grab her arm, pulling Neteyam a little closer to her. At which Neytiri, literally within seconds, wounded the white-haired woman with her blade, leaving a deep mark on her snow-white cheek.

-Neteyam! Get out of my way! Let me deal with the demon! - It was here that Netheyam, having come to his senses, intercepted his mother, stopping her and trying to bring her back to normal. - No! Wait.

Soon enough the fairy's senses were overwhelmed by stupor and panic. Blood trickled out of the scratch in small drops. The cut was quite deep. Voices began to mingle, and breathing became harder and harder. Everything in front of my eyes swam. One, and a fall. The eyes closed. The fairy fainted, and the only thing she saw before she passed out were the bright golden pupils that belonged to the girl in the crowd.

A frightened Neteyam immediately rushed to the fallen fairy, dispersing the gathered onlookers. He gently lifted the white-haired girl off the ground, flashing his eyes menacingly in the direction of her mother, making it clear that her actions were clearly overkill.

Without thinking long, Teiam carried the young oris to Moat's chamber. And surprisingly, the woman was extremely calm, sending her trademark enigmatic smile. She was waiting for them.

-To put her here,-Tzahik commanded, moving haphazardly about the room in search of the right herbs for the ointment she was now mixing.

-Is everything going to be all right? -Worriedly asked Neteyam.

-Yes. Your mother overreacted a little, but that's all right, we'll make up for it now," she dipped two fingers into the mushy mixture and applied it to the cut of her blade. - In a few days you'll be as good as new.

After a long moment of silence, Netheyam dared to ask one thing that intrigued him greatly: "Grandmother. Who do you think... Who is she...?"

-I don't know, honey... I don't know... Time will tell.

The night was quiet; the fairy did not even wake up. The situation that afternoon reminded her of the lab. No, not the lab where Grace and Norm had been and where they loved her, but the sordid part of it. Where Wansen was in charge, where the pain was.

Like a butterfly in a jar, deprived of its ability to fly, or exactly like a circus animal confined in a cage, whose fate is extremely sad.

Early in the morning, the fairy finally came to her senses. Slowly rising from the bed, the white-haired woman met her gaze with Moat's. The woman was sitting on a wicker hammock, mixing herbs in a clay mortar.

-How are you feeling?" The question was followed by a nod.

-Fine. Sorry, my daughter got a little excited yesterday. The Celestials have returned to Pandora and Neytiri is beside herself. - The fairy tilted her head to the side, trying to make out every word the woman said, but some of the words were completely incomprehensible to her.

-Oh, I forgot... stay here. - Moat, a little embarrassed, left the tent, glancing at the fairy once more, imprinting her appearance in her memory. She had a rather difficult task ahead of her now, to find Jake and report the "stranger," and to make sure that Neytiri didn't kill anyone in a fit of anger.

It didn't take long to find Jake. His squad had arrived early this morning from reconnaissance, and he was probably now resting in the family cabin. Her hunch was correct. As they approached the hut, the cries of Neteyam became louder and louder.

-Father, you must believe me.

-Neteyam, don't be silly, what albinos... What are you talking about? - Jake rubbed the bridge of his nose steadily, glancing up at Neteyam once in a while.

-Jake Sully, you ought to see for yourself. - Moat said suddenly, startling both father and son.

Moat? And you, too-" Sully sighed heavily.

-Jake. - Moat's tone was much sterner than before.

-Oh, okay, all right! I'll take a look at your albinos. - Jake rose abruptly from his hammock and, gesticulating vigorously, headed for the exit of the hut.

It was silent all the way to the medical tent. Only occasionally did Jake mutter something wrong: the last reconnaissance had gone extremely hard, it seemed that the recombinants were chasing him, showing up at "the right time, the right place." That's why Sully was so exhausted. But as soon as he stepped into the room, all fatigue vanished like a fan. There was a fairy sitting in front of him! Exactly the same little girl he had met as a human. What a replica! White hair, snow-white skin, and fishnet stripes, and bright blue eyes that looked just like a larimar gem!

With quick strides, Jake approached the fairy, pushing aside the kids swirling around the unusual stranger.

-Father, who is she? - Loak exclaimed, peering shamelessly at the sixth girl.

-Is it really... really... - Hardly believing it," Jake whispered, pulling the Sixth into a sharp hug. - When all this happened, I thought you were dead.

-Jake? - In broken English, the girl said, frozen with surprise.

When Moat left, the curious teenagers decided to take a closer look at the snow white girl. And as soon as Tsahik had gone the distance, Loak lifted the veil of leaves, peering inside the hut. Behind him, Tuk peeked out, and the very last was Kiri.

Seeing the fairy, Tuk exclaimed in surprise.

The children received Sixth quite well. Tuk was glad to have a new "friend," Loak was curious to know more about the other Na'vi, and Netheyam was quite uncomfortable. As her father had said, the fairy would be trained in the ways of the Omaticaya: she would have to understand their language, learn how to hunt and defend herself, and learn all the traditions and customs of the people. Loak undertook to teach the fairy the language and Neteyam m the hunting. Kiri, on the other hand, was to teach the traditions. But there was one problem: Neytiri. The woman couldn't accept a fairy, couldn't let a demon into her family.

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Hello world!

Sorry for the long absence, I'm preparing to enter art school and collecting a portfolio, in connection with which the chapters will come out in parts, sorry 👉👈

[murmiss]

❤️

Hello, I have been following your work for a long time, and every time I read your fan fiction with a sinking heart. The way you convey emotions, feelings, character of the characters is just perfect! And I have read your "My Saddest Journey" more than five times.

I would like to ask, if it's not difficult for you, to write some Headcannons on this fan fiction.

I'm not insisting, sorry in advance for the trouble, I'm just a little in love ❤️

Hi murmiss. I would like to say, first, that I am sorry for denying your request in the beginning. "My Saddest Journey" is a very sensitive topic for me and when I'm asked about it I tend to get emotional. But! I decided to go ahead and provide you with some headcanons. I hope they satisfy you.

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First: How do Frank, Ji-woon and Danny feel after everything that happened?

Well they all feel differently. Ji-woon is mostly in the fog and doesn't think much about it. Frank is pouty and very grudgemental towards the reader for a number of reasons, and he may stand to cause some unfortunate trouble in the future. As for Danny- oh, Danny. After seeing how bad the reader has it- and after having a private, sneaky conversation with them- he develops an attraction towards them, a desire to protect them and claim them as his own. But too bad! The reader doesn't like him. Can he fix that though? We'll see.

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How does papa Evan feel?

After seeing just how bad the reader is effected, Evan asks Freddy to share what memories of theirs he witnessed, and he realizes a few things. (Plus Herman gave him a very lengthy lecture about how he would wrestle him if he was mean to the reader again). Evan will want to right his wrongs and get to know the reader better.

But do you know how difficult that will be? The reader does not trust him at all. In fact they're so scared to go around him that they more or less entice the Dredge to show up thus causing more bad memories and chaos. Evan is going to have to approach this reader as if they were an abused cat. (Gentle Evan is the best Evan). Once he can get them to talk and share their similarities, there will be fluff and comfort.

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The reader opens up faster to the father figures than they do the love interests. This is meant to be practical and funny, but also an indicator of their trauma. Let's use Herman for example because he's head over heels for the reader, and he really is trying his hardest to charm them, but all he gets is polite, cold shoulders in response. And then there's Evan and all he has to do is pat their head and they instantly melt into his arms. Screw you Evan! Kidding, we love our papa bear.

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The introduction of Wesker. This will happen much later on but it will be big. Not only will we get to see a completely different side of the reader, but so will Wesker who pretty much gets his arse beat during a trial with them. He's obviously interested after that and wants to learn more about them. The reader picks up on his naughty energy and politely tells him off, but Wesker relents until the reader more or less snaps and humiliates him. "Look, I don't find you attractive, ok? Now please leave me alone. You are making me uncomfortable."

Sucks to be you, Wesker. Can you see Herman smirking in the background? Oh yes you can. Don't worry though, he's not finished. Wesker always gets what he wants. Right?

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Micheal being an overprotective, possessive goof. After learning just how sweet, modest and caring this reader is, he can't help but to stake his claim. "Go away. This is MY traumatized hooman. Get your own." Oh Michael... But Michael's kindness and gentility will help the reader relax and open up in many ways.

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Ok, this headcanon is one I'm not quite sure if I'll use or not, but I thought it was funny so I'll go ahead and share. It's called the "lift" experiment. Basically the killers want to see if carrying the sad survivors will keep the Dredge away. For example, Michael holding the reader bridal style in his arms for an hour.

This idea is meant to be purely silly, but it could also help the reader open up to touch. Like a trust exercise. I was going to use the biggest boys for it, and some of them fight over who can carry the reader because the reader is modest, quiet and sweet and won't cause them trouble. Who will get to them first, you know? Lol, it's just a silly thought. You guys can tell me if it's worth writing.

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Then we have Jeffrey and Caleb who will be the group that the reader is officially placed in next. And those two will be the ultimate father figures. Lots and lots and lots of fluff. Jeffrey also knows which other killers' like the reader romantically and purposely makes them jealous by openly cuddling the reader in public or giving them kisses on their forehead and stuff like that. Let's not forget how insanely protective these two killers are. Eeeek! I can't wait to write them, but it's honestly going to be a while and I'm very slow updating that story.

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There's some headcanons. I hope you enjoyed. Again I apologize for being sensitive. I hope you're doing well and have an amazing day ❤️

[murmiss]

Side story

Pairing-Neteyam/Reader

Summary - This story will tell you about a planet destroyed by humans even before the events of Pandora, about a girl who was captured and survived the loss of wings - an important attribute of their species, about survival, first love and human cruelty.

Warning on this chapter - Mention of death, brief description of death and wounds, mention of war, Neteyam is sad!

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6 Pt7-1

Part Six

-Go away, run away from here! Run, and don't turn around..." Grace said, breathing heavily. The bullet had damaged her vital organs, causing the scientist to writhing in the sharp, unrelenting pain. Her eyelids grew heavy, and it became harder and harder to move. Quaritch was probably already on their trail. Grace knew her end was near, and she struggled through the jungle, hoping to evade their pursuit. But it was too late. She had probably lost too much blood.

-No! I won't leave you! - The fairy howled beside her, lifting her up from her helpless collapse and lowering her gently to the cold ground. Oh-he'll get Norm! Everything will be all right!

-No! L.. Listen to me, now you must run as far away as possible.

-But... I don't want to!

-Walk away! - With the last of her strength, Grace cried out, making Iris twitch with fear. The scientist had never raised her voice to a fairy before. It seemed the fairy had no other choice.With one last look at the painfully shrunken scholar, the Sixth dashed toward the forest, sobbing in despair and nervously grabbing her head, hysterically pulling and tugging at her white curls.

Grace leaned back, leaning against a tree and sighing heavily. She looked around, trying to memorize every silhouette, absorbing the flora and fauna of Pandora. The scientist recognized many plants, such as the Mantis Orchid, a herbaceous plant with a large, bright flower that reaches 3.5 meters tall and 1.5 meters wide at flower level. Certainly one of the most beautiful species. Oh, but what about the Sun Lily? Grace was simply crazy as she studied this amazing flower in her lab.- Amazing, and what are you doing here? - With a warm smile, the scientist turned to the flower, gently stroking the purple petals with her thumb. Usually these flowers grew elsewhere, more sunny. Suddenly the little flower twitched as if alive, causing Miss Augustine to recoil in surprise -Oh! Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to -But the flower, as if understanding the scholar's speech, reached for the wounded woman's fingers with its leaves, embracing them and pressing them to its flower. Grace was surprised, not just surprised, but amazed! She and Norm had been studying these plants together for quite some time, but to have them show emotion? That had never happened before. Of course, she knew that Plants somehow communicate with each other through the intertwining of roots, like the Magellanic trees-the most famous example of a symbiotic relationship between individuals of the same genus. When both species of this tree grow side by side, the Unildelta tree (non-toxic leaves and poisonous roots) intertwines its roots with the Delta tree (toxic leaves and non-poisonous roots), forming a strong bond. In this way, toxins from one tree enter the other, after which the roots of the latter also become poisonous. But for plants to interact with na'vi or humans?Meanwhile, while the scientist was pondering, the plants were reaching for her, as if anticipating the woman's imminent death. One by one, small flowers began to emerge from under the grass bed, resembling the chanterelles that we know from the ground - chanterelles. Normally this species of flora reaches six meters in height, but what Grace saw resembled a smaller version of the healing rose. Could it be Eywa's shenanigans? Numerous little rose crows clung to the scientist's tormented body, wrapping their long roots around her. Some of them, when they touched the bullet wound, instantly died out, taking with them the aching pain. - Oh! No, wait... don't," the scientist whispered, trying to remove the roots. -It's all over for me anyway, and you might live a little longer.

-Grace, don't go! -A child's voice came from somewhere nearby, causing the xenobotanist to turn sharply toward the source of the sound. Standing in front of her was a small toddler, no more than 40 centimeters tall. It had a Star Lily on its head, like a hat, covering its owner, and it was also wearing a little green skirt of leaves.

-Who are you? - Grace asked in amazement, looking wide-eyed at the little creature standing before her. At this time the creature, smiling mischievously, turned abruptly on its axis, turning back into a flower.

-Saint Eywa! I think I've lost my mind! - The scientist exclaimed. Her gaze was fixed on the spot where the little man had stood before.

-Could not be! - together answered the sisters, turning Miss Augustine's gaze in her direction, where instead of the mantis orchid there stood three pretty potbellied girls, dressed in purple dresses.

-Wow... -After the orchids, others began to turn. Where the Lionberries had previously been, little men in mottled tutu skirts stood. From the bushes, da lianas jumped carpels with flowers on their heads, coming closer to Grace.

- You see! - Starling Lily exclaimed as confidently as ever.

- I think I've died and gone to heaven-Raising Grace laughed as she stroked one of the roses hugging her finger. The pain is long gone, and the wound has healed a little-all thanks to those beautiful flowers.

- What kind of paradise is this?! I'm here! - The lily answered, crawling into the lap of her new acquaintance.

- All right, all right, whatever you say," laughed Grace. She'd been studying the flora of Pandora for several years, but she certainly didn't know about such an impressive property. The forest came alive with a new glow. And she was truly happy.

It seemed that the scientist had spent the whole day with the little creatures, listening to their stories. Evening came, and now the clearing where Grace was was blooming with bioluminescence, making the woman gasp at the picture before her: The soft light shimmered, forming beautiful transitions, now going out, now coming back on.

Suddenly, as if they had heard something, the little people began, one by one, to turn into flowers.

- What's the matter? - Grace stretched her hands excitedly toward the petals, but they were unresponsive, as if they were the ravings of a madman.

-They're here! - shouted one of Quaritch's men, making his way through the vines, approaching the wounded woman with a snide grin.

- So that's the problem," Grace said faintly. The soldiers followed the rest, until the famous Colonel Quaritch, in full RDA uniform, oxygen mask and rifle, appeared at the very end.

-What a pity, Miss Augustine.

- Nice to see you, too, Miles." Grace smiled broadly, which made the colonel even madder.

-Let's just shoot the bitch, that's all! - The soldier was indignant, shifting from foot to foot.

- Exactly! Why should we waste our time with her? - Another one exclaimed, raising a big one.

-Then he turned back to the Weyrwoman and put his fingers under her chin, tilting her head so she was looking into his eyes.

- Why didn't you ever sit down in that bloody lab? Why didn't you sit around and pick plants and raise Xenomorphs... And now, thanks to you, we've got to go back to hauling that dopey Jake-head Sally... And you pay for what you do... what were your last words? - The colonel put a shotgun to the wounded woman's head.

-Go to hell, Miles-" Grace said, laughing, and then a shot rang out. An accurate shot to the head.

Quaritch was about to return to base, but his plans were thwarted by the plants that suddenly pounced on the soldiers, clearly not part of his plans. The cries of his comrades echoed around him: The brazen one had the role of lunch, becoming a victim of Gineman, a "spotted Pandora's snake," one of the plant-zooplants that digests its victims alive to the point of meat broth. The second was attacked by the thorns of prickly pawpaw, a plant similar to Earth's cactus, but the couples behind them trying to get away were the least fortunate. Behind them was Pandora's blue geranium, a plant of amazing beauty and intimidating qualities. The sari is a tall plant with a powerful stem and iridescent blue inflorescence. The explosive blossom subjected the remaining soldiers to torment, entailing a swift demise. The explosion was so powerful that even dozens of kilometers away you could hear its echo. But Grace's body was not harmed; one of the trees covered her with its roots, forming a protective cocoon.

-A goddamn scientist! Quaritch had no choice but to run. Run for his life.

That day Grace met her end. Tree spirits fluttered over her body for a long time, landing on her already frozen hands. Yes, Quaritch had killed the physical shell, but not the soul. Grace Augustine died, but she died with dignity. She stared bravely into the eyes of death, and truly enjoyed it, for instead of death with a scythe, Grace saw Eywa .

The great mother took her with her.

So why didn't Grace leave, go looking for the fairy?"-you ask. The answer is really simple. If she had been na'vi, she could have healed completely, thanks to the healing roses, but since she is human, the flowers could only take away her pain and stop the bleeding. Even if she could have walked, though, she would still have stayed where she was, not wanting to lead Quoritch to the Sixth. She just couldn't let it happen.

Meanwhile, after Grace and Sixth were separated from the group, Jake couldn't find his place. Honestly, he was scared, but there was no turning back. He blamed himself for everything: for not telling anything to Neytiri, for putting his friends in such danger. Of course, Norm tried to support his comrade, but he himself knew that the wounded Grace had little chance of survival. Though Norm didn't want to think about it, entertaining the hope that the scientist would return with Six in good order.

There was an explosion in the distance. Jake glanced over at Norm. Maybe it was Grace!

But alas, on reaching the source of the explosion, the two Avatars came upon only the breathless body of Grace Augustine, covered by roots and covered in "fireflies.

-Tree Spirit..." Norm whispered, kneeling before Grace's body. The little atokyrins whirled in the air.

Later Jake would take Grace's body to the sacred tree, finally reuniting the scholar with the Great Mother. He still has much to do, and Jake is determined. Yes, he made a mistake earlier, endangering his beloved and her people, but now is the time to turn things around. Neytiri had told him about Toruk Makto before, about its importance and the difficulty of taming it, and since there was nothing to lose, why not give it a try, right?

Thanks to his willpower, the Marine was able to prevail, uniting the clans for the duration of the war. He was able to regain the Na'vi's trust by taming Toruk Makto. Jake Sully's soul was moved into his avatar, and he himself eventually became the Oloe'yktan of the Omaticaya clan, and Neytiri became his Tsahik.

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Soon Neteiam te Suli, Neytiri and Jake's firstborn, was born. Since childhood, he was destined to become a brave Olo'eiktan, leading his clan on the path to prosperity. So from an early age, Teiam was trained in hunting, archery, and various political matters. In the beginning it was fun, he liked to stand out and spend a lot of time with his father. Until Loak and Kiri were born. Grace's body was buried by the Great Ava while the scientist's avatar was still in the lab capsule. No one knew Kiri's father, but Jake and Neytiri decided to adopt the baby. And even later, Tuck, the adorable little girl with a lot of energy, came along as well.

Little by little, Nateyam was fading more and more into the background. He added childcare and supervision to his responsibilities. The parents were almost always busy, the father was busy with clan politics while Neytiri was helping her mother with Tsahik's business, yes raising the babies, Touk was still a baby and required enormous attention from her parents, Kiri stood out for her ability to communicate with the Great Mother, and Loak often left problems, forcing Jake and Neytiri to pull him out of the fray time and time again.

Meanwhile, Nethayam was assigned the most unenviable role of the ideal eldest son.

Teyam had felt superfluous since childhood. Of course, in the beginning there was an excitement to please and repeat after his father, but after that there was also a realization. Hunting became difficult. Outwardly it didn't show much, the future Olo'eiktan after all, but inside, behind all that veil of exemplarity, Neteyam couldn't hurt a living creature. He liked to sit by the waterfall, observing the peaceful life of the same tapirs. He even tried to make contact with the little creatures, but alas, most of them ran away and hid in the tall grass, unless, of course, you count the tapirs bred on the Na'vi. And almost always Netheyam wondered, "If my father had seen. What would he do? Would he make him catch them? Would he reprimand a future Olo'eiktan not behave like that? Or would he have kept quiet?" Of course, Teiam knew the hunt was necessary. The Clan needed food, and killing was a must, and the Tapirs were, and always would be, the perfect prey in this harsh world.

And even now, Nethiam owed it to his sisters and brother to help them escape the clutches of the Celestials. Not that he minded, undoubtedly Teiam loved the younger ones, but it was exhausting to get them out of trouble every time Loak found an adventure on his ass time and time again.

-Why did they have to go to the old tombs in the first place?! - Nethayam grumbled to himself. As soon as Jake heard what Loak was up to, he told them the coordinates of the youngest, urging the boy to hop on his spawn and fly to the right place.

After a while, Teiam spotted Quaritch's gang from some height. Then he was already there. Landing nearby, the boy waited. His mother should give a sign soon, and in the meantime, Nethayam hoped that Loak would not make a mess.

-Oh, holy Eywa .. -Loak, don't do anything stupid... -whispered the young Na'vi to himself. But alas, his prayers were not to be. Loak held up his middle fingers, provoking the Quaritch gang even more

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-What a jerk you are, Loak! - invited snarled Netheyam, already preparing to fight back, but was interrupted by his mother's whistling. "So your parents are close by"-this thought allowed Teyam to exhale a little, allowing him to distract himself from checking his ikran and remove his quiver of arrows, ready to fight back at any moment against the celestial enemy. And standing at the ready, Netnjam noticed something strange :A white-haired girl wrapped in leaves reached out to the celestials, wanting to jump out from behind the bushes with... oh my...With a stick...

And by reflex he jerked toward the crazy white-haired girl, yanking that one aside, not allowing her to pounce on anyone.

-What are you doing?! - Nethayam growled, knocking the "weapon" she was trying so hard to hit him with out of the girl's hands. Of course Teiam would have liked to know more, but there was no time; a hail of arrows was raining down on the Recombinates, and if they didn't get out of here now, they would obviously get hurt, and Nethayam would get a hell of a reprimand. So the only thing he could think of was to throw the screaming girl on his shoulder and run away. But our fairy didn't like it very much, and taking this gesture as a hostile one, Six started twitching hysterically, slamming her fists into the guy's back and kicking, but, not noticing no particular reaction, tried to bite while her tail was mercilessly pounding Teiam on his sides. Suddenly. The girl stops moving, and that scares the hell out of Nethayam. He was already beginning to think that the stranger was ill, or maybe she was wounded? Panicking, he pushed the girl to her feet, but had no time to react when she, with a wild, as if a cat's roar, lunged at him and clutched at his shoulders with her teeth.

-Stop it! It hurts!" wailed Netheyam, pushing the girl away from him, and then Jake... he had to answer his father on the radio.

-Neteiam! Where the hell have you been?!

-I'll be there soon. - Soon." The boy answered succinctly, clutching the bite mark where the fairy teeth still showed.

- You're coming with me. I have to take you to your father! - The young Na'vi growled, grabbing Six by the wrist and leading the way. And, to Netheyam's surprise, the white-haired woman calmed down as she stared at the Omatician in front of her. This was not good. Honestly, he didn't know why he'd come to her rescue. Did he... just want to? No, he's the future Olo'eiktan! He had to do it.

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Hi everyone, thank you so much for your likes and comments!

In the next chapter you'll be able to see the heat! You'll see Loak x Fairy x Neteyam, fairy interactions with Na'vi and the water clan, and much, much more)

(Also sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language)

[murmiss]

Side story

Pairing-Neteyam/Reader

Summary - This story will tell you about a planet destroyed by humans even before the events of Pandora, about a girl who was captured and survived the loss of wings - an important attribute of their species, about survival, first love and human cruelty.

Warning on this chapter- Mention of death and cruelty, mention of blood, mention of war, modified dunnva about Pandora.

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5,

Part Five

The girl shook her head, looking around. She tried to find the source of the strange sounds, see it with her own eyes, and maybe use Grace's self-defense lessons. The sounds made by the animal were a mixture of hissing and clicking, and the one who made them was clearly in an unfriendly mood. It was necessary to urgently think of something, if this is one of those terrible creatures that Six had heard about, and especially if it was a thanator, then things could be bad. From Grace's stories, Six knew for sure that the meeting with Thanator was extremely dangerous. After all, he is the largest predator of Pandora; "evil cat" - As Grace called her. The hissing got closer and closer, the ears of the ilis twitched, and the stripes on the body turned purple.Panic began to take over, causing the girl to frantically twitch, trying to find at least something that could be used as a means of self-defense. Her gaze fell on the stick, and the young ilis, without a second thought, raised it, becoming in a fighting stance. The body is tense, arms stretched out in front of him, tightly squeezing an improvised weapon. The animal began to run, it seemed as if the predator was about to jump out from behind the foliage and cling to its Prey. The girl closed her eyes, and with a loud squeal began to swing her spear.

Suddenly, the sounds stopped. It was as if there was no predator running at her, as if everything before was just an illusion, a hallucination. The fairy opened her eyes, gradually assuming a relaxed pose, and trying to realize: “what happened?”. So, at first, something ran at her, wanting to dine with it, then it evaporated somewhere? “Maybe this is such a feature of Pandora?” - Ilys was perplexed, listening to the sounds nearby.Immersed in her thoughts, the white-haired woman did not notice a strange creature, small in size, with several pairs of paws, blue skin with yellow spots, curiously examining the girl. She shuddered, noticing the animal hanging from the vines, and reached for the stick, but stopped in time when she realized that the animal was in a positive mood. "Hello?" She shifted from one foot to the other, looking at the animal. “Grace talked about them, like they are promuras .. Palemura? Oh yes, exactly, prolemurs!” The girl perked up immediately, wondering if Grace was here, what would she do? Did you get your notebook? Or try to make contact? She definitely needs to show Grace this prolemur!

-Grace, look! The white-haired girl turned around, wanting to see her mother and her warm smile, again feeling that warmth, hugging .. Memories returned, the image of Grace, falling to her knees, holding the bleeding wound on her side with one hand, firmly seated in the head of the young ilis. But she did not want to believe, no, her mother is a strong woman, she could not die! - Immersed in thoughts about Grace, she did not notice the predator that got too close, and when she woke up, it was already too late, the snake wolf knocked the girl to the ground, striving to cling to his Victim. The girl squealed, trying to throw off the predator from herself.The viperwolf's mouth approached the fairy's face, snapping its toothy jaw, its drool dripping down as the viper hissed. Her throat was dry, her heart was beating a tap dance, and the level of adrenaline in her blood increased significantly, forcing the girl to take decisive action: she jerked Nantang off herself, pressing him to the ground, and began to deliver aimed blows to the head, stopping only when the predator stopped moving , and then crawling to the side. The fairy clasped her head in her hands, she was shaking all over, but that was not all.Looks like it was a baby. Wild howls were heard from all sides, the girl jumped up from her previous place and, with the last of her strength, rushed wherever her eyes looked. Her legs moved on their own, she fell on the forest floor, tearing her knees with sharp roots, then crashing into giant leaves, forcing the fan lizards to take off with fear, spinning with the help of the eardrum. Meanwhile, the Embittered Nantangs were advancing from all sides, because the goal of these bloodthirsty hyenas was to destroy the killer of their sacred cub.As a rule, only the dominant couple has the right to offspring among viperwolves, and the pack is obliged to protect their puppies at the cost of their own lives, and if the puppy dies, then the whole pack may be under threat, because there is nothing worse than a mother who has lost a child.

Her strength was gradually leaving the girl, her lungs were burning and her legs were aching. This was the end. No more strength, it seemed to the girl that she was about to fall, fall to the ground and die, caught in the clutches of wild beasts. The ground beneath her feet disappeared, the fairy flew down the cliff. Is this the end? The white-haired girl falls into the pond with a wild howl. Thankfully, Ilis's bones are stronger than human bones. She didn't sustain much damage from the fall, save for some torn clothes and superficial scratches. -Damn!" the girl cursed to herself as she swam toward the shore. She didn't have to swim long, and in a few minutes she was lying on the bank, breathing heavily. The escape from the horde of angry Nantungs had taken up a lot of energy. She had long since run out of energy, and her eyes were slimy. "Well, it can't get any worse," the fairy thought, and instantly fell asleep. This is just the beginning of her survival in the dangerous forests of Pandora. What will she eat? And defend herself? What will she even do here? Without Grace and Sally and even Norma and Trudy? But she didn't care right now. Sixth's consciousness was far beyond this place, wandering through the remnants of her memories. She dreamed of Elea, of the flower meadows, and even of Grace, with her trademark smile.

It had been a long time since morning, but she was still in the sweet world of dreams. She didn't want to wake up, but someone was pushing her hard in the side, making her crouch and roll over to the other side. Five more minutes…" the fairy grumbled before the realization flooded her mind. She's in the fucking Jungle, and someone's… Pushing her in the side? The girl jumped up like scalded, turning toward the troublemaker… I mean… Intruders… She was surrounded by a flock of strange little creatures, with six short limbs and blue bone plates. "Tapirs?" - The girl looked at the creatures in front of her in wonder. A tapir is a small herbivorous animal that served as food for predators, and is noted for its shyness. Normally, these animals are afraid of both humans and avatars, so why are they here? - Confused, the white-haired woman reached out her hand to one of the creatures lying nearby and stroked its shell, mimicking stroking its fur as if it were not a bone-shelled animal, but a fluffy kitty cat. It was definitely a strange sensation, the little animals hovering around, cooing, and it seemed as if the girl would have sat in that position for ages if it weren't for her stomach rumbling. When she heard the murmuring, one of the Tapirs jumped up and ran away, dragging a couple of frightened companions along with her, causing the girl who had been watching the whole scene to giggle. - Hey, don't run away, it's me! - Shouted the white-haired girl, making the disgruntled tapir stomp in the opposite direction. Oh, if they could talk, there would be a barrage of emotions from the frightened Tapira right now.

-Oh, I know, I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" A soft smile graced the girl's face as she soothed the beast by stroking its carapace.

I was hungry and it felt as if my stomach was eating itself, forcing me to leave the flock of tapirs and go in search of sustenance. It didn't take long to wander through the Jungle, the fairy came across a bush with lilac fruits. Squinting at the plants, she mentally estimated how edible they were. - It was not! - She plucked a fruit and took a bite. She tasted sweet and sour at first, and then she bit into a sour and sticky taste, which made the pixie spit it out. - She flopped down on the ground, moaning, her legs aching and her fatigue taking over. Ilis threw her head back and covered her eyes. The sweet smell of the flower beside her stirred her from her thoughts. Her stomach rumbled again, forcing her to crawl toward the flower, which was surrounded by pollen. She stretched out her palms, catching the small flakes and drinking the sweet nectar from her hands as if it were water.The patterns on her body glowed, shimmering. At last she was full. Now it was time to take care of her appearance. The T-shirt Grace had given her had been torn in several places, stained in the dirt, losing its original T-shirt-dress look. Although there were only snippets in her memory of her homeland, she remembered that the fairies she had interacted with before her wings were cut off had put various flower petals on their bodies, and on her way to the waterfall she had just come across a plant with colored leaves that might have been suitable. The leaves were found and already washed and dried on the bank, along with her shirt, or rather what was left of it, while her mistress splashed in the water, washing away the dried mud and blood.-So… as Grace said… the main thing to start… - The girl took one of the petals and with smooth movements began to wrap it around her chest, creating a sort of mottled bib. The large leaves served as a kind of "shorts" and were wrapped around her hips. The fairy costume was somewhat similar to the Omaticaya costumes, both in its brightness and its appearance.

The shelter for the first time was a small depression in the rock, not far from the place of her grandiose "fall. Of course, at first it was unusual to fall asleep on a bed of leaves instead of a warm laboratory bed. The stone floor was cold, and the cave itself was humid, but it was possible to get used to it. Although this cave had its pluses: it sheltered from the rains and strong winds during bad weather; it allowed her to hide from enemies, and it also served as a wonderful home for her new pets! If it weren't for the baby Tapirs, the girl would have lost her mind, her attempts to find Grace were unsuccessful, and her sense of hopelessness was growing, and then these little creatures came to the rescue. They each had their own nickname, derived from someone else's name, such as Grii-Grace, Nome-Norm, and Geely-Jake Sully. Fairy often talked to them, making up skits and telling all sorts of anecdotes, trying not to despair in her loneliness. She loved twilight, when the jungle is colored by bioluminescent light and shimmering in its variety of colors, creating landscapes of ineffable beauty. She enjoys scaring the webbed lizards, watching them twirl on their webbeds, laughing as they fall on the soft forest floor, enjoying this enchanting atmosphere. But we should not forget the predators, which are an integral part of Pandora's fauna. Of course, with time the girl got the hang of it, she could easily dodge attacks by nantangs, hide from large hyenas, and climb trees. But only one thing she hadn't considered was that her little friends were one of her main targets. "In a world of perfect predators, the tapir has the unenviable role of perfect prey…" reads the Pandora's flora and fauna guide.

Night was approaching; the girl was returning to her shelter. It had been a hard day, during the whole exploration the little evil hyenas had been keeping her awake now and then, making attempts on the "fresh meat". So all the fairy thought about was how she would spend her time with her little friends. I wonder if they missed her very much. Usually, when she approached the refuge, the tapirs would run out of the tall grass with a joyful grunt to greet their mistress. How she couldn't wait to see her babies. But as soon as the white-haired woman came ashore, no one met her, so what had happened? Her heart began to beat out a frantic rhythm, the girl shook from within as she approached the cave. To the cave, next to which lay the corpses of her friends. Tears automatically welled up, and the girl fell to her knees and shook the animal carcasses, hoping they would wake up. But it was too late, instead of the once alive Tapirs there were emotionless corpses. No one knows how long she would have stood over the bodies of her only friends had she not been snapped out of her trance by the whining that came from the darkest, farthest corner of the cave. Little Lam had survived. When a flock of hungry Nantangs showed up, he hid in a corner. All is not yet lost; now she must make every effort to protect at least Lam. It is only when we lose that we reflect on our mistakes, looking back on our past. She should not have thought about the dangers, forgotten about the bloodthirstiness of predators and her hiding place. Now it's time to right her wrongs, isn't it? First it is necessary to arrange a dwelling, the entrance to the cave was covered with large leaves, but a small house was built for little Lim, in which he could fully hide when meeting with predators. Outside, the fairy surrounded the cave with poisonous plants-she encountered them on one of her explorations, while fleeing from yet another rabid beast that swept its head around as if it didn't need it at all. It wasn't until she spotted this plant that the slinger backed away. The white-haired woman was frightened, having already thought through all the scenarios of doom from this plant, but strangely enough, it had no effect on her. The only thing that bothered her was whether the flower would kill the tapir coming to her. But thank God it didn't, either; the plant didn't react to the beasts. Next it was necessary to find a weapon. To do this, the fairy brought various things into the house that could be used to make something. There were Omatikai arrows, which Ilis had kindly "borrowed," a tanator claw, and even someone's fangs found during her hikes. In the end, though, all she was able to make was something resembling a spear, leaving the rest as a trophy. Life was slowly getting better. And she began to hope for the best.

But all her hopes came crashing down in an instant as everything turned red. The Celestials have come, and they won't just go away. They are cruel, bloodthirsty, going head over heels for their purpose. The whole forest sank into despair. The animals screamed, emitted wild howls, and fell dead. The sacred home of the Omaticaya clan perished, taking countless lives of the poor Na'vi. The forest screamed, begging for help. The girl awoke to a vibration emanating from the ground. She immediately jumped up and ran out of the cave, leaving the sleepy Lam in the cave. The animals ran wherever they could see, trying to hide from the ruthless killers. The fairy heard their cries and pleas, she saw the desperation in their eyes as they ran past her. From here on, it's all a blur. The girl turns around, wanting to return to the cave, but the flow of animals and falling trees forced her to run wherever she could. Tears flow down her cheeks and her heart is about to jump out of her chest.

-Why? Why is everything like this?

My head was spinning, voices mingled with screams. The smell of death wafted for miles. Images of Grace flashed before my eyes, mingling with memories of my home planet. Death, that's what the celestials carry with them. Sobbing, the girl falls to her knees, tearing them to blood. Her hands tremble and her gaze is fixed on the ground. This seems to be the end… The Celestials are close by, one shot and she will merge with the mass of breathless bodies. Lifting her eyes, the white-haired woman notices a gap in the rock. With the last of her strength she makes a dash to the side. And with effort, she crawls through. The crack led to one of the caves, but there was something strange in it. A light. A soft glow emanated from the cracks, drawing the fairy's attention to herself. Looking into one of the larger oris saw a beautiful tree, countless snow-white sprouts descending from its branches, a bright bioluminescent light emanating from its roots. The mere sight of the tree was soothing.

-Hello, my child. - A woman's voice sounded, from somewhere outside.

-Who's there? - The girl turned sharply, looking around. -I am in your heart. In your soul. -came a low whisper. - Oh, my child. Do you wish to return to your people? To Grace?

-Yes! -The girl cried out without hesitation. - Are you ready to leave your soul mate?

Soul mates. So much is hidden in them. We are born and die, but they live forever. Even in the womb their souls merge, creating a special bond. Not even death can separate them.

-I…" She looked down at him, unable to hurt him, unable to leave her friends. - I can't… -It'll be okay, child, you're strong -for a second the fairy felt someone's soft embrace. Her body began to weaken and her consciousness slowly drifted away, dragging her into a deep sleep for many years.

And now, years later, the Na'vi people, led by Jake Sully, had triumphed over the Celestials. And somewhere out there, in a deep cave, a beautiful fairy slept. Her frail body lay on a small island of flowers growing right through the stone floor of the cave. Warm sunlight streamed through the cracks. The annoying rays blinded her eyes, causing the young Ilis to recoil from her sleep. Ilis reached out and rose from the stone floor. She didn't know how long she had slept, but it was obviously over. There was no screaming or sound of gunfire. There was no more smell of death.

The sun was shining brightly, causing the girl, who had just crawled out of her hiding place, to cover her eyes. She enjoyed the warmth, warming up, until shouts distracted her.

-Stop praying! God will not help you! - A curse could be heard nearby, in a human language. Wary, the girl grabbed the first stick she could find and quietly made her way to the source of the noise. Hiding behind huge leaves she began to observe. "Strange, those blue people seem to be Na'vi natives. They're the ones Grace was talking about. But why are they trying to kill each other?"-thoughts went round and round in her head, and suddenly someone's hand pulled her out of hiding…

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is side story part 5 coming out (no rush if it is, take your time😊😊😊)

Hi, unfortunately, due to the hellish workload at school, I could not finish the chapter earlier, but I will finish it soon, I hope you like it ✨

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🌼Chapter 5 is already in the process, don't lose me🌼

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Side story

Pairing-Neteyam/Reader

Warning on this chapter - Unreliable data, mention of blood, minor change to the original story, tears, mention of death mention of injury. Summary - This story will tell you about a planet destroyed by humans even before the events of Pandora, about a girl who was captured and survived the loss of wings - an important attribute of their species, about survival, first love and human cruelty.

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4 , Pt5, Pt6, Pt7-1

Part Four

Grace was still a young girl who had just graduated from university when the RDA offered her a job. Of course, like any other person, she was insanely happy to get a lucrative job and finally move on to practice. Miss Augustine studied at the Department of Xenobotany, a science that studies the flora of other planets. She was always attracted by these mysterious, previously unknown plants. At university, she was an excellent student in all subjects, Miss "no hangouts, Ellis has a new book on Xenobotany." She didn't have any friends, who wants to be friends with such a "bore"? She was lonely, lost in her studies and books.

At the beginning of her career at RDA, she was assigned as an assistant in charge of all writing work, but later took Mr. Walsen's place. What happened to him?- You're asking. And the answer is simple - money. It was a stupid mistake, an unsuccessful attempt to deceive his boss for a large sum by providing fake research that could cause irreparable damage to the boss's reputation, so after his prank, Mr. Alfred was thrown out of the laboratory by the scruff of his neck. I remember that day, unsuspecting Alfred Walsen, as usual, sat in his office until he was called "on the carpet" to the chief. After a very long conversation, the man flew out of the office with wild screams. He shouted, insulted everyone he saw, overturned tables. Walsen was so not in an adequate condition that a couple of muscular soldiers had to be dragged away to conduct a "preventive conversation", and how do soldiers solve problems? That's right, with fists.

Then Grace was over the moon with happiness, now she occupied the place of the chief scientific officer, and here, believe me, there was a place to roam. Augustine knew firsthand about the "Sixth", but she had never personally seen him. "A humanoid woman from the planet Elea; aggressive, rushes at scientists and disables technology. She used to have wings characteristic of their kind, but they were amputated due to an escape attempt." "all the information Miss Augustine had. "Elea is a poor planet destroyed by humans, she had a deeper connection with everything that surrounded her. It seemed as if a single mind controlled everything, and when he died, everything around him died" - this thought haunted the woman. Just imagine, the whole world disappeared in an instant. After arriving at the base, Grace, of course, wanted to start studying the preserved samples from Elea, but the priority was to meet with her ward.She knew about the ilis, but she had not yet met them, and this is a wonderful moment to consider an unusual creature. It was extremely exciting, the woman made her way through the crowd of scientists, straight to the cherished room, located at the end of the laboratory. Surprisingly, the room is immersed in darkness, the light is turned off, as if the child has long been forgotten, only the cat's eyes shine somewhere in the corner. The creature, hearing someone approaching, began to crawl around the cage, whispering and periodically emitting a guttural growl, trying to scare away the uninvited guest. "Like a cat," the woman thought to herself, not yet realizing that she was hiding in this all-consuming darkness. Grace groped for the switch, blinding light flooded the room, finally allowing her to see the fairy in the cage.

- Hello, honey, I'm.... Grace, Grace Augustine

Across from Grace, there was a child huddled in a corner. The baby looked very bad, she was skinny, her bones were sticking out, she herself was shaking like a wasp leaf, either from the cold, or from fear. She was dressed in a huge worn shirt, on the back of which there were dried blood stains. After the operation, the stitches bled for a long time, no one changed the child's clothes. The spots on her skin were dull, tinged with purple, and there were bruises under her eyes, noticeable on her pale skin. According to the general condition of the girl, it was clear that she had been in this position for quite a long time. As if she had been completely forgotten, this was all confirmed by the view of the room, which was a dusty, stuffy space, in which a metal cot with a thin mattress stood against the wall. The blanket was crumpled up somewhere in the corner, and dried food was smeared all over the floor and walls, or to be more precise, what was meant as "food".Grace was terrified, she was silent, did not show it, while somewhere inside a tornado was raging. She was angry, angry at everyone, at Walsen, at the authorities, at indifferent people. She wanted to scream, cry, hug the poor child, hold him to her and never let him go again. Grace was silent for a long time, not taking her eyes off the restless child. Then the woman acted automatically, she opened the cage and approached the trembling girl, covering her head with her hands, and hugged her tightly, hugging her to herself. The girl hissed and tried to pull away, but Grace hugged her tightly. After a couple of seconds, feeling safe, the fairy calmed down. Miss Augustine closed her eyes, sighing softly. There were thousands of thoughts in her head: "What should I do now?", "So, first of all, feed or wash?"....The same evening, when the baby was fed, Grace learned from one of the researchers that the ilis feed on pollen. Fortunately, they managed to find a similar one. It's certainly not Mtuon pollen, but it's also a good substitute, especially if you add another vitamin in the form of a fruit mixture. And judging by the behavior of the child, she definitely liked the sweet "porridge", not like the "gruel" that Wonsen offered her. Where did the fruits on the spaceship come from? It's very simple, the laboratory had a department completely dedicated to the artificial cultivation of vegetables and fruits for RDA employees. After all, as they say, a well–fed soldier is a productive soldier, isn't it? Although most of the crops grown on the ship were hybrids, they did not lose their properties. For example, Onra fruits were very similar to the familiar apple and were an elongated fruit of bright yellow color, and many similar species were recreated in the laboratory.In fact, they were all created with the aim of getting fast and high-quality food in the conditions of a spaceship

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The sixth for the first time ate something so delicious that she didn't even know there was anything else besides slime, which she was always offered. The teenager greedily grabbed the porridge, scooping it up with his hands and shoving it into his mouth, ignoring the curious glances of the woman sitting next to him. Of course Grace was surprised: "For 10 years, no one has even touched this child, she doesn't even know what cutlery is!" - the woman thought to herself, looking at the child greedily absorbing the fruit mixture, the stripes on her body shimmered with mother-of-pearl, attracting the attention of the scientist's gaze.So the kid definitely liked the food. "Where to start her upbringing? Math? It's too early, her knowledge of English is not enough... we should definitely start with a general assessment of her abilities.." Looking at his ward, the scientist did not notice how she had already finished. So far, the only thing that pleased me was that the girl did not show aggressiveness and did not hide.

"Mr. Wonsen?"The girl hugged her legs, pulling her knees to her chest. She did not understand where this nasty uncle had gone, although, however, she did not deny that deep down she was glad that he was gone.

- He was fired, now I'm responsible for you, you don't have to worry anymore, dear.. – Miss Augustine stretched out her hand to the child, wanting to pat her on the head, but the baby recoiled in fright, then the woman pulled her hand away, it looks like she crossed the border..The little girl noticed the drooping look of the scientist and was upset, she did not want to offend the new owner.. Especially when it was such a good woman who fed her delicious porridge. The sixth grabbed the scientist by the hand and put it on his head. She didn't know why it was necessary, but she often saw some workers beating local children in this way.

- Grace is good, I feel it, - the girl spoke with a strong accent, she did not speak English very well, although she understood it very well, yet years of living with people bear fruit.A slight smile blossomed on the woman's face, she stroked the teenager's head and couldn't help laughing when she saw the white-haired puppy's eyes. – Six was surprised, it turns out it's so nice when someone pats you on the head.

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The Great Mother united two wounded souls.. A child deprived of a mother, and a girl that no one has ever noticed

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From that day on, Grace decided to seriously engage in the upbringing of a teenager. What was not included in this plan: teaching grammar, writing, elementary mathematics, reading and even eating, she learned anew, already using cutlery. At first it was difficult, the Sixth was nervous, and sometimes it took more than one attempt to figure it out, but the girl took her tenacity..

- Look, honey, it's a spoon, take it in your right hand, see how I'm holding it? Hold it between your thumb and forefinger, yes, like this," the woman repeated several times, showing herself how to hold the spoon correctly.

– It's so hard! Can we eat already? – The girl groaned and leaned back in her chair, dropping the spoon. Since then, her English has improved, but, as strange as it may sound, the cutlery was still terrifying. Do you know when you first pick up sushi sticks and don't know what to do with them? It seems that you perceive everything correctly, but still something is wrong. Here is the same situation, the Sixth gets her fingers confused, forgets how to hold a fork or spoon.

- Well, no, let's try again, – the woman covered her hand with a striped one and again showed how to hold a spoon, after which the girl repeated several times, and finally it turned out.- Grace, Grace, Grace, Look!- The girl squealed joyfully, raising her hand with the cutlery up in order to show her mentor.

- Well done! – Miss Augustine patted the white-haired woman on the head again, with a bright smile, to which she replied with a gentle rumble .

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The day turned out to be extremely difficult. All day Grace did not visit the Sixth, and she, in turn, waited like a faithful dog for her mentor. Unfortunately, the RDA has discovered Pandora..Grace couldn't hide her frustration.

Heck! Why don't you all understand! – How Grace wanted to scream, punch this disgusting man, in the person of the boss, and all the others who supported him. One destroyed planet is not enough for them.Human greed has no limits, and Grace already guessed what would happen next. The ships will land on the planet, kill the entire population, rob, and the "lucky ones" will fly away to conquer the next planets. How disgusting it is. Grace has always been close to "space creatures" or "space plants". From time to time, she even had thoughts: "why was I born a human being and right here?". As long as she can remember, she has always been drawn somewhere there, where the stars shine. All this comes from childhood. Her father was a Xenobotany teacher at one of the universities in the city where they lived. Grace loved to read her father's books, reference books on intergalactic cultures, various fiction. Books replaced her friends, saved her from the overwhelming feeling of loneliness.

- Dad, Dad! And what is there? – A little girl was sitting on a wide windowsill, and pointed to the sky. Night. A man is standing next to her, and gently embraces his daughter.

- No one knows…Space, other planets hidden from our eyes and much, much more that we still have to discover - the Father sighed, his gaze was filled with sadness when he looked at the starry sky. The earth is dying, and there is no telling how much more it will have left. But Grace is still too young to know about it.

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- The woman was all on nerves, her only desire was to see her little fairy. With all these meetings, she had completely forgotten about the girl, and now she was very worried.As soon as the door opened, the Sixth jumped out of her bed and rushed to the scientist entering the room, hugging her with a wild cry: "Mom!"- it was the first time when the white-haired woman called Grace her mother, and the woman again could not hold back the tears that came out, hugging the fairy even tighter, she did not understand whether these were tears of joy or despair. Of course, she was happy, anxiety was growing in her chest and, despite everything, the woman wanted to hope that Pandora would not repeat the infamous story of Elea ...

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However, everything was not so bad. Grace devoted herself entirely to studying the flora and fauna of Pandora, was able to find contact with the local population, open her own school, and even got her avatar. All this time, the Sixth actively supported her foster mother, helping her with experiments.When Grace first transferred the avatar's body to the little Ilis was next to her, she tightly squeezed the scientist's hand, her blue eyes shone with interest. Grace was worried, it was unusual to feel in another body, in a bigger, tall and... blue one. But you could get used to everything. Grace's research was in full swing, she even wrote a whole book – a handbook of Pandora botany .

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The sixth followed her mother in everything. Her knowledge of English has improved significantly, and mathematics was at an average level, although the girl did not change outwardly in any way. If she were on her own planet, she would be about a thousand years old–a very young age for Ilis. But by human standards, she is still about 13 years old. However, spending time with Grace became more and more difficult, as soon as the authorities found out that their chief scientist was close to an "Alien Being", they reprimanded her, limiting her time and other rights concerning the fairy.Of course, she didn't like it when Grace had to lock her in a room, but there was nothing to do, such a decree of the "evil uncle" Of course, it didn't stop them, and meetings and walks were secret, mostly at late hours when the laboratory was empty. But after they recruited new people, walking became even rarer. It seemed to Grace that a little more and steam would come out of her ears, the load was simply enormous, the avatar project was squeezing all the strength out of her. Some of the new recruits were Norm Spellman, Max Patell and Jake Sully, all of whom arrived on Pandora, someone as a Xenoanthropologist, scientist, or, ultimately, a future avatar. They didn't know about their neighbor yet. The only thing they knew was that they were not allowed to enter the furthest room. And among the newcomers there was a rumor that at night you can hear girlish laughter.One day Jake couldn't stand it and decided to look into the room, it was dark, and a pair of blue eyes were looking at him from the corner, glowing in the dark, before Grace pulled him out almost by the scruff of the neck and did not sing the room with a key. Room Six was off-limits, Grace even threatened the newcomers that if they went into this "pantry", they would grab the most no-no, and judging by the expression on her face, she wasn't joking. Of course, Jake did not listen to the account, the Marine waited until the boss called her and quietly slipped into the pantry. Grace always kept her keys on her desktop, so it wasn't difficult to get them. The door was open, and the light was on this time. A very strange girl appeared before the marine, tall, fair-skinned, with long curly hair, sitting in the middle of the room in the lotus position. She was weaving something, not noticing the uninvited guest, sitting with her back to the doorway. She looked like a little pearl, and I could have sworn I saw the Marine's jaw drop.

"So that's what Grace was hiding," the Marine said, clearing his throat. Hearing the stranger, the girl abruptly jumped up from her seat, standing in a fighting stance and uttering a guttural growl. But this did not frighten the man, he only drove his wheelchair closer to the cage, examining this unusual girl.

– Where are you from? Are you from Pandora?But you are not like other avatars – the man showered the confused girl with a lot of questions.

– Jake! – behind him came the howl of an angry woman slamming the door

– Stupid Marine! What did I tell you?!Oh my god.. A complete disappointment.. The woman came up to Sally with quick steps, grumbling loudly

- Grace! – The girl immediately stood up straight and pressed herself against the protective glass, her eyes glittered when she began to show the scientist her work, somewhat resembling modern baubles..

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- Grace! Damn, Grace, wait! – the man tried to keep up with the scientist, but it was much more difficult in a wheelchair.

– Jake, how many times have I told none of you to come into my room?Of course, Marines don't know how to use their brains, which is what I was hoping for.. You don't know how to strain your convolutions!

– Grace! But who is she? Is this a resident of Pandora? What is she doing here, and stop.. Why isn't she blue like the others?

– Damn it.. Curiosity ruined the devil-the woman turned on her heel to face the infantryman : "She's not from Pandora. Have you heard anything about Elea? The very first planet discovered by humans? Haven't you heard? This is understandable, Elea was irretrievably destroyed..They've mowed down the whole planet, Jake! There was only one fairy left from the multimillion population!"

- I didn't know..- The man was taken aback by the words of the scientist.

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After that day, many of the newcomers learned about the last ilis.Grace just couldn't help it when Jake told everyone about the Sixth. At first, the fairy was frightened by these curious people. Two of them just wouldn't let her rest. One was skinny, with simple facial features, and the other was mossy and on some kind of incomprehensible thing. The fairy was very interested, and why isn't he coming? so when he got closer to her, she grabbed his legs and started shaking him. "Why don't you use your legs?"

"Darling, don't shake so much," the scientist's fervent laughter rang out from the next room, hearing which the Little Girl instantly let go of the Marine's leg. The man couldn't help laughing as he looked at this curious child.- It's all right, let her play. His laughter grew louder as he turned his attention to Norm, who was standing next to him with his jaw hanging open, clearly envious of his acquaintance who was getting so much attention.

The girl waved her tail, and her skin shimmered with different shades and shone, she was wearing a huge T-shirt that looked more like a dress.

- Hey, what about me?- Norm could not calmly look at this laughing couple .

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The days passed one after another, everything was fine, and the sixth was really happy. During all this time, she found a lot of new acquaintances, learned various interesting things. But, in the end, all good things come to an end. Today she will have to leave her home. The evil man locked Grace and Jake with Norm in a glass "box". The sixth was nervous, walking from side to side until Trudy opened the cage with . – Trudy? Where's Grace? – the girl was familiar with Trudy Chacon and was close with her, as well as with Jake.- Firefly, listen to me carefully, we need to get out of here. – Stop it!No! I'm not leaving without Grace! – Please, we have to leave, do you hear me?That evening, Max and Trudy helped the group escape. However, it was not without problems. Quaritch seriously injured Grace, he was on the tail, not letting them get away. Grace just couldn't let her little firefly get hurt.

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- go away, go away now! Run into the forest and don't turn around," Grace shouted, pushing the girl towards the forest with the last of her strength

- Don't listen to anyone and avoid people... War was coming-Six didn't quite understand what war was, but the only thing she knew was that it was something bad, "death," as Grace said. She couldn't leave her mother. – Mom! No! We can escape together! Norm will come up with something, everything will be fine.. – No, my girl, it's late, go away!

There was a rustle of leaves behind. Quaritch and his gang of thugs were already close. Unfortunately, during the flight, an emergency landing had to be made, Grace and Six separated from the group, and now they were cornered. The woman understood that she didn't have long left .

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The feeling of loneliness seized her again, and fear, like quicksand, consumed her whole body. The girl ran for a long time until she found herself in a flower meadow. Her lungs were burning, and her heart was beating at a furious pace. From impotence, she fell on the soft grass and sobbed. The tears did not stop, the sobs turned into anguished screams. She was haunted by a feeling of pain, a feeling as if cats were scratching somewhere inside, as if someone had dug sharp claws right under her skin. This feeling was familiar to her, the same thing she felt when her wings were taken away. The girl sobbed for a long time until she passed out from fatigue..When she came to, it was already dark, and the only light source was a bioluminescent glow emanating from some plants. he lifted her up on his elbows, looking around. Somewhere nearby there was a hiss, the girl jumped up and began to frantically turn around, trying to figure out the source of the sound.

- Grace?

But, unfortunately, Grace will not come anymore.

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So a new chapter of her life began.

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Are we gonna get side story part 4 👀👀👀👀

Hi! Oh, yes, of course! Part 4 is already in the process, and I will try to publish it earlier, it will tell more about the interaction of Grace and the heroine!🌼

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Side story

Pairing-Neteyam /Reader

Warning in this chapter :Mention of death, mention of organs, Cruelty, mention of surgery, depressive state, bullying

Summary - This story will tell you about a planet destroyed by humans even before the events of Pandora, about a girl who was captured and survived the loss of wings - an important attribute of their species, about survival, first love and human cruelty.

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4 , Pt5, Pt6

Part three

The flower with the baby is closed. The soldier stood in one place for a long time, peering at the plant, which either pulsated and seemed to “lull the child to sleep”, then moved from side to side, swaying slightly. The man stood like that for about half an hour, as if spellbound by this strange creature. Where can you see that the flower takes care of the child?

He took out an old hunting knife from his pocket and cut off the bud at the very base, it smoothly sank to the ground and began to shimmer with different bright shades, trying to scare away the intruder. But the man did not lose his head, did not react to the “attack”, but picked up a strange plant from a lifeless gray flower bed.

Quaritch was young when he was sent to Elea. And even then he won prestige among his comrades. No one could say a word to him when he carried a small bud in his hands, because it is better to remain silent than later to get hit by the most severe comrade, only curious glances accompanied him to the laboratory.The research area was located in the "heart" of the ship. It was extensive and had only the best equipment. Alfred Wolsen, an extremely disgusting and two-faced person, was appointed the chief scientist - researcher. and his favorite look was a tight marsh-coloured turtleneck and trousers with crisply ironed creases and gray boots. His character left much to be desired. He was a greedy, ruthless man with obvious passive aggression towards all living things.His only goal and motivation for research is only money. The baby was not the first fairy in his hands. He completely “studied” one Ilis, taking out her insides for the sake of research, disassembled, leaving only a trophy in the form of wings, which still hangs in his personal room.

After several hours of heated discussions, it was decided to keep the child. The problem was only to separate the baby from the protector flower. First, the flower was placed in a kind of glass "Aquarium" saturated with poisonous air, but the bud shrank even more, preventing the baby from inhaling the poison, after which an attempt was made to forcibly detach, "pull out" the petals. , but even Quaritch, whom he seemed to trust at first glance, did not let the flower in, and the last option was surgical, and he just approached.

The flower was separated from the baby, and as soon as this happened, the bud instantly broke into petals and died.

The little girl was actively waving her legs and arms, crying loudly. Ilis babies are deeply connected to their protective colors, Mr. Walsen thought. The baby did not have a name, instead she was called "sixth", in honor of the laboratory block where her "room" was located.She was kept in one of the rooms of the laboratory, divided in half, where the first part was a working area with medical instruments, and the second was a closed cage, consisting of special impenetrable glass, where the child was. Time on Elea passed very rapidly, therefore, while by human standards she was about a year old, then by the standards of her planet she was about a hundred years old. The girl grew rapidly, at the age of one she already walked, could make whole sentences and fully communicate, surprisingly, never hearing the speech of the ilis, she herself could speak their language. However, her needs grew with her.At the age of 1.5 years, the wings began to “cut through” in the place where only small “bones” had previously been seen, larger processes began to appear, all this caused the girl severe itching and hysteria, she beat against the walls of the cage, trying to reach the processes, scratched skin. Usually, the cutting of wings is much easier for ilis, Iieva helps the kids, relieves their pain, as soon as the child gets up under the Sunlight. with age, everything only got worse, the wings were already like those of a full-fledged individual of her species, long, with openwork patterns, and were no less dangerous because as she grew, she learned to create wind currents, periodically disabling expensive equipment.Because of her "upbringing", the girl grew up extremely aggressive and nervous. She reached out to people, looking for someone close in these indifferent faces, someone who would understand and support her. She also wanted to run around the lab like Annisa, the daughter of one of the scientists, to go outside the cage, to be a normal teenager, not a locked animal. But the only thing she had were glass walls and a bunk, "carefully" set up so that the girl did not sleep on the floor.She wanted to get attention by trying to imitate the local children, talking like them, walking like them. She was silent, refused to eat, but no one noticed anything: “You don’t want to eat? These are your problems.", "Don't act like a child." Then she began to rush at the scientists, turn over the bunk, pour out a plate of “slurry” unknown to her, refusing everything that was offered to her. “If I were like them, they would love me!” - this thought firmly settled in the head of the Sixth, causing more and more aggression and hatred, both to herself and to everyone else.For Mr. Walsen, this was a huge problem, he was not hired to babysit an "alien freak", such a "great explorer" is not obliged to deal with a child. Honestly, a few years later, Alfred hated himself for the rash decision to take this arrogant soldier in his laboratory with this damn flower, and not send him back where he came from. These were everyday problems: "Sir, sixth is rowdy again", "Mr. Wolsen ! The sixth broke all our devices again!”, “Mr. Walsen!”, “Mr. Walsen….there again” - he felt like he was going crazy.Should have killed that alien freak the day she got here. They just put them on organs for research, and then this "miss problem" would be more useful than now. Gradually, his nerves gave out, until one day everything changed. It was a normal morning, the man was already ready for Six's antics, but there were no complaints all day. It was extremely strange, that is, before that, every single day she took out his brain, bringing him to a state of hysterical laughter, and then stopped?

Something is not clean. Alfred got up from his seat, left the office and went to his ward right in the sixth block. When he found himself at the glass cage, the following picture appeared before him: The girl was sitting in the lotus position in the middle of the room, Her eyes were closed, and her wings were lowered, slightly covering her mistress.

From that day on, the Sixth did not bring any more problems, instead she hung in this incomprehensible state for hours or even days, she was absolutely calm and it suited him. She was 12 when she first contacted Great Mother Iieva. It was a normal day, blood collection in the morning, a bunch of tests, then some disgusting porridge for breakfast, but then a voice sounded in her head-"Hello, little firefly… "taking the girl with him, into her mind. From the side, it looked like the Sixth fell asleep, while she, somewhere in the bins of her consciousness, returned wandered through the meadows, jumping from flower to flower-"Hello .. My child .. I know you are scared .. Don't be afraid, go to your parents. .."-a voice sounded in her head. A magnificent landscape appeared before the girl, flower meadows stretched for many kilometers from here, and waterfalls of crystal clear water flowed from high cliffs. She wanted to touch these flowers, dip her hand into the water and touch the strange creatures floating there. Patience quickly ran out, and she ran towards the reservoir, lowered both hands there, trying to touch a creature that looked like a “fish”, as the heavenly people called them.It was Ri'is - creatures that live in the reservoirs of Elea. They really looked like fish from Earth, but they had two pairs of eyes, luminous processes and several pairs of fins. Classic representatives were pure blue; emerald and lavender Ri'is were considered rare. The “fish” swam up to the stranger and began to rub against her hands and “gurgle”, as if talking. Surprised, young ilis giggled, and the patterns on her hands began to glow with mother-of-pearl, turning into a soft pink shade, and the freckles on her skin lit up.The ilises who were nearby looked at the girl with a certain charm, they had long rested with the Great Mother; Who was sitting on the flowers, someone was whispering, who was collecting pollen, until someone exclaimed - "My girl .. You have grown so much!" - a woman ran out of the crowd, running up to a frightened teenager - "Who are you?" - quietly whispered young Ilis, recoiling a little - "I am your mother" - the woman tightly pressed the unfortunate child to her chest - "mother? .."

"-O Great Iieva! What have they done to you, my child?" - The woman held her daughter's face in her hands, examining her from all sides.

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From that moment on, Six began to fall into this state very often. Eat in the morning, donate blood quickly, surprising the scientists with their calm behavior, and eventually flop down on the bed, returning to their home, to their parents and the Great Mother Iieva. Hayla greeted her daughter with open arms every time and talked about the flowers, about the life of their village, about everything except one.“Mom.. Why did you leave me?” The woman just smiled sadly before disappearing again. And again the wall, the same faces and the same procedures, not changing from year to year. Same Mr Walsen. How annoying...

One day the little girl broke down. There is no point in putting up with these disgusting people anymore, she can run away! Mrs. Knowsen accidentally let slip in a conversation with Miss Ann that the sixth from a planet called "Elea" was the target of the Sixth.need to be at home as soon as possible, and then you won’t have to imitate people, wait in a dream to meet your parents ….Huge wings opened up behind her, everything around her trembled, and the equipment began to fail, and at the same time she frantically flapped her beautiful wings, creating wind currents that knocked down everything in its path. Scientists shouted to her: “Sixth, stop!"

But she didn't hear. It was a hysterical outburst, like a time bomb, when you accumulate all the emotions, all the pain and loneliness in yourself for a long time, and then it all breaks out like a tornado that knocks everything out of its way. She must escape, somewhere there, on Elea, is her home, a place where she is expected and loved.

Walsen was furious. His latest equipment failed and all his records were erased. Time to teach this alien freak a lesson, right? The room in which the girl was located was filled with sleeping gas, and as soon as she fell asleep, preparations for the operating room began. It's time to clip the wings of our chick. Thus, Mr. Walsen, without a twinge of conscience, deprived his ward of the only hope left - her wings.After some time, the girl came to her senses. The first thing she jumped off the metal bed and tried to feel her wings, but instead of them there was only an ugly scar and a phantom sensation. At that moment, the breathing slowed down and the heart began to beat furiously in the ears. “It can't be… it can't be! They can’t! ”- The sixth falls to her knees and begins to sob uncontrollably, a feeling of silence and loneliness fills the whole body, The stomach seems to be tied in a knot, and the legs become cotton.

There was no more connection with the Great Mother. She would never see her mother again, run barefoot through huge flowers… And never again be able to escape… Wings were her only hope. A state of apathy seized the poor child. There was no more meaning to life .. It seems that this is the end, the image of the mother is slowly fading in her mind, only gaps and rare memories of her native planet remain in her memory, because the wings were the only thread connected with her family and Iieva.

The days dragged on one after another, nothing made sense, until one day a stranger appeared on the threshold of her cell.

-Hello, dear, I'm Grace, Grace Augustine.

[murmiss]

Hello everyone, don't lose me, the 3rd part of the side story is already in the process and will be released very soon!