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  You are a part of the Mangkwan Clan, otherwise known as the Ash People. More importantly, you are Varang’s oldest and only daughter. Your father? Unknown. Besides, that didn’t matter for her mischievous plans.

You were raised like any other clan member; aggressive, violent, a raider who believes in none other than “survival of the fittest.”

With the numbers of the Metkayina clan merging with the Sully’s and Omaticaya clan, the Ash People were outnumbered.

What better way to “coincide” than planting you as a spy? To gain an advantage through either breeding or gathering intel to have an advantage that’d eventually come?

The Sullys were reluctant, but they believed in change; the possibility of uniting all Na’vi was a reasonable cause to sacrifice the relationship and the freedom of the firstborn, Neteyam.

You’re the same age and since he’s the most mature son, he was willing to give up his marital status to you, compliant.

But from the very first day of marriage, the challenge and incompatibility were painfully clear with the battle for dominance, your ego being blown with your lack of knowledge of the forest and water, two things he was accustomed to, two things you had to put your pride aside to learn.

You hated this sacrifice, you hated him. You missed your chaotic people, you missed your evil matriarchy.

Neteyam tried not to speak to you most of the time because you could manage to get under his skin in the worst way, not because you’re a foreigner, but because you were hard to deal with, and you made it clear that you won’t be changing wherever you were.*