Jacen awoke to find himself isolated in the middle of the forest; as he swept around looking for the others, he noticed that the forest still burned bright with its bioluminescent light. Continuing his quick search, he noticed that his body wasn't being tormented with pain. Looking down, he saw that his body was void of any bandages and his wounds ceased to exist. Perplexed by this revelation, he noticed the bioluminescent features that accented his body, mirroring his environment. He emitted small chuckles as he looked at his arms that were no longer bound by pain.

'This is awesome,' he thought to himself.

A sharp crack of a branch jolted Jacen out of his self-observation and back to reality as he dropped low to the ground. As he scanned the area for a possible lead to the direction the noise came from, he patted his body, hoping to find something to protect himself. His bare frame yielded nothing of use as the sounds of footsteps approaching continued. Spinning on his heels, Jacen caught a glimpse of someone moving towards him as the bioluminescent light from the forest distorted their silhouette.

"Damn it!" He breathed out, fearing the worst.

As the mysterious figure closed the distance between them, the silhouette took on a more feminine form. Cautious optimism flooded Jacen's senses at the potential of who this mysterious figure could be. Breaking through the treeline, Jacen became immediately aware of who it was.

"Sylwanin!" Jacen breathed out half in shock to see her out here.

Jacen saw her smile flash to life at the sound of her name as she continued her sultry gait towards him. Jacen was taken aback by the elegance and hidden power she possessed with each step as she approached him. A dumbstruck smile appeared on Jacen's lips as he took in her raw heavenly beauty that was only elevated by the bioluminescent hues that gave off the illusion of a goddess.

"Hello, Jacen," Sylwanin spoke, her melodious voice captivating him.

Jacen's mind raced as her body came close to his and her hands intertwining with his. He felt like his heart would burst as she looked up at him with her golden eyes setting his soul free, as every fiber of his being begged for this moment never to cease; however, one nagging question distorted this perfect moment.

"How do you know English?" Jacen questioned as his face hardened, fearing the worst.

Sylwanin was unphased by the question as her hand drifted up to his face. Jacen felt her soft skin caress his cheek, throwing off his train of thought. Closing his eyes, Jacen basked in the warmth and comfort that their bodies' closeness produced as time ceased to exist around them.

"Jacen, you need to wake up." Her soft whispering tone hardened.

"What!?" Jacen uttered as he broke out of his trance.

"Jacen, you need to wake up!" As Sylwanin spoke, the sound that was produced was one Jacen was not accustomed to hearing from her, sending cold chills rippling down his spine.

"Damn it, Jacen! Wake up!" She repeated.

As she grabbed his shoulders and shook him, her cries became harsher and distorted. In his stupor, something clicked in Jacen's brain that the voice he heard was from Grace. Upon this realization, his mind's projections of the forest vanished in a white blur as pain flashed to life in his body.

"Jacen, Jacen!" Cries broke through, pulling him back to reality.

Jacen opened his eyes as someone had a hold of his shoulders and was shaking him. Coming too, he saw Sylwanin and Neytiri looking down on him with another strange Na'vi he did not immediately recognize. His mind tried to place where he had seen this new face before, then it clicked!

"Grace!" Jacen's voice echoed his surprise and disbelief at Grace's presence.

Jacen reflexively jolted up off the ground but was met with strong opposition as Sylwanin and Grace threw their arms up and forced him back to the ground. Jacen fought for a moment until his pain began to radiate from the deepest recesses. As he focused on suppressing the welling pain, Jacen felt a pounding headache that radiated from his forehead outward. This pain quickly killed any notion of numbing anything as it quickly escalated to a feeling of someone beating his skull in. His hands immediately flew to his face and were greeted with a sticky substance. As he pulled it away, Jacen noticed coagulated blood on the palms of his hands.

"What happened to me?!" Jacen spoke with panic welling in his voice.

"Easy, Jacen, I need to assess you," Grace soothed, gently pushing Jacen's hands away from in front of his face.

Grace reached into a large backpack and pulled out a small handheld device, securing one of Jacen's fingers; she placed it into the machine. Jacen felt a warm sensation radiate from his finger, followed by a sharp pain that lasted for a second. Grace removed the device as it beeped in affirmation of the completed task.

"How the hell are you still alive?" Grace blurted out as her eyes widened with the readings.

"Your hematocrits and hemoglobin levels are super low, and your electrolytes are all out of wack. I'm honestly surprised you haven't gone into shock," Grace reported the readings before shifting her attention to the medical bag.

"What are you saying?" Jacen questioned as trepidation began to seep into his mind witnessing Grace fervently digging through the bag.

"Here, you will need all of this so you won't die," Grace replied rather dryly.

Grace pulled out syringe after syringe and lined them up next to him. After double-checking to make sure she had the right ones, she started injecting Jacen with the medication. With systematic efficiency, she slammed injection after injection into Jacen's neck, giving him little time to react to the onslaught of needles.

Sylwanin and Neytiri watched in confusion and concern as this new person slammed strange thing after strange thing into Jacen. Sylwanin looked worriedly at Neytiri as Jacen jerked and grunted with each hit from those strange items. Anxiety began to cultivate in the recesses of Sylwanin's thoughts as she prayed that she was doing the right thing for him.

Grace picking up the last syringe slammed it into the final remaining spot, untraumatized by the injections. While ignoring Jacen's objections to his treatment, Grace picked up the medical device to assess his vitals. Analyzing the lab values, Grace was relieved to see that they were starting to head in the right direction.

"It will take a minute before the medication to reach peak effectiveness, but so far, it's returning your vitals to a somewhat normal range," Grace spoke, placing the back of her hand on his forehead.

Jacen could feel that something was working as his mind became cloudy, and the pain began to diminish. He felt as if he was in a daze as a flurry of activity occurred around him, blurring with the bioluminescent lights from above. Through his stupor, Jacen felt his hand patting the ground, searching for the closest individual to him. As the ground shifted to flesh, his hand continued up until he had a hold of someone's arm, which gave him some semblance of comfort.

Jacen felt more sharp sticks into his thighs, causing him to burry his nails into whoever he had a hold of, and to his surprise, the person never jerked or tore their arm away but endured it. As Grace swiftly injected two more syringes into his leg, Jacen felt his muscles convulse and become rigid, causing the pain to break through the veil that the drugs offered.

"Holy shit!" Jacen breathed out, fighting to suppress the pain.

"There that should get you stable enough to return to base," Grace spoke, placing the used items back into the bag.

Jacen watched as Grace returned all the used items to her bag and slung them onto her shoulders. He felt a rush of excitement at the knowledge that he was about to leave this hell. However, the immediate rush of excitement was quelled when his eyes met Sylwanin. Her worried expression still clung to her face as they held their distance.

"Come on; you broke back bitch," Grace teasing Jacen as she got up and moved around him.

Jacen felt Grace slide her hands underneath his arms and lifted him, allowing his legs to support some of his weight. To his surprise, his legs held firm, and the pain was manageable. Her head appeared underneath his arm supporting him further as she urged him to take a step forward.

"I can't do this," Jacen responded weakly.

"Yes, you can! You are in no condition to stay out here," Grace ordered.

Jacen's mind flooded with the past events as his heart tore at him refusing to return to base. He could feel his heart sink at the thought of never seeing Sylwanin again. As his eyes searched for the person that cared for him, he could feel Grace urging him to move forward more aggressively.

"Grace, I don't think I can leave her," Jacen muttered.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Grace questioned forcefully.

Sylwanin, unable to understand what they were talking about, felt the grip of her hand on Neytiri's hand growing stronger. She felt her heart sink as Jacen was lifted and urged to move forward by this new person. Sylwanin shot up to her feet, wanting to help Jacen, but her trepidation held her back. Neytiri, noticing her sister's turmoil, rose to her feet and placed her hand on the small of her back, letting her sister know she was still there.

"I can't leave Sylwanin," Jacen replied as his eyes found their mark.

Sylwanin, hearing her name, felt the warmth radiating from her core as her eyes locked with Jacen's. The smile forming on his lips made her want to rush to him and envelop him in her arms.

Grace, still attempting to urge Jacen forward, felt his resistance to her demands. Looking up to see what the hell was his problem, she noticed the dumbstruck expression on his face. Following the path of his eyes, she saw one of the Na'vi women mirroring his smile.

'Ah shit,' Grace thought to herself.

"No, you are lucky to be alive; I'll give you that, but there is no way in hell that I'm going to let you stay here with them. You have no clue what they will do to you!" Grace spat out, trying to talk some sense into this privileged child.

"They cared for me up to this point," Jacen pointed out.

"Irrelevant, they most likely took pity on you." Grace retorted.

"Watch," Jacen spoke as he extended his arm towards the two Na'vi women.

"What are you doing!?" Grace struck out, returning Jacen's arm to his side.

"Grace, please trust me," Jacen spoke as he looked down at her.

Grace could not fathom what this idiot was about to do besides getting them killed here and all the paperwork she would have to complete regarding this incident. Going against every fiber in her being that this was a terrible idea, she nodded her affirmation and allowed Jacen to do what he wanted.

Jacen noticed the turmoil going on with Grace as she relinquished her grip on his arm and nodded her head. Jacen, surprised by this change in character, took a moment to study Grace to see why she changed her mind. Seeing that she was refusing to make eye contact with him, he returned his attention to Sylwanin and extended his hand towards her again.

"Srung si, Sylwanin," Jacen called out to her.

Sylwanin hesitated for a moment as the words Jacen spoke rang in her ears. She understood what he said; yet, she did not know if he knew what he was saying, causing her to refrain from rushing to his side. Neytiri could sense the inner conflict and decide to urge her sister towards him. Sylwanin, feeling her sister's suggestion, rushed to Jacen's side and took up her position under his free arm.

Grace watched as the Na'vi women rushed to Jacen's side and positioned herself under his other arm. She could not comprehend how the hell this bastard could cultivate a relationship with the Na'vi so quickly. She had spent years studying them from afar, unable to find an opportunity to communicate with them, and he did it in a matter of hours. Removing herself from Jacen, she paced around her mind fervently, trying to process what was happening.

"Wait, Grace!" Jacen called out, feeling Grace leaving his side.

"What!" Grace spat out, not looking back as she continued her pacing.

"I need you, Grace," Jacen replied, trying to show her compassion.

"Like hell you do, you have this all figured out!" Grace shot back.

"No, I don't; please trust me," Jacen pleaded with her.

Grace, hearing the worry in his voice, stopped her pacing and turned back towards them. She saw Jacen with his arm extended towards her with a pleading expression on his face. However, she could not quell the agitation that was stirring in her mind as she looked at him.

"What do you want me to do?" Grace questioned, throwing her arms out.

"Come with us," Jacen suggested.

"How do you expect me to do that?" Grace replied sarcastically.

"Ask them," Jacen replied unphased.

She was taken back by the sincerity in Jacen's voice as he motioned with his hand, calling her over to him. Rage still boiled inside her at the thought of the current situation, but it did present an opportunity that she could not pass up. Grace stood motionless as she studied the three Na'vi that was in front of her. Her mind raced as the spotlight shifted as everyone waited for her response. She had learned some of the Na'vi language through her studies; however, she had never been afforded the opportunity to speak it out loud.

"Kaltxì, oe srung si Jacen, rutxe," Grace spoke as her fears were echoed in the foreign words as her palms became slick with sweat.

Sylwanin, hearing the poorly formed words shot a confused look over at her sister. Neytiri mirrored her expression as they both shifted their gaze over to Tsu'tey, who had a look of disgust painted across his face as none dared respond to what she said.

"Umm," Grace uttered.

Grace could feel the cold sweat begin to seep out of her pores as silence captivated the forest. Looking back at Jacen, hoping that he could provide her with some guidance, was disheartened at his lost expression. She was mouthing the words 'what now' as terror took hold of her body, freezing her in place.

Tsu'tey, unable to refrain from taking action any longer, drew his dagger from its sheath. In an instant, he closed the space between him and Grace despite the febrile attempts from Neytiri to slow him down. Reaching his target, he swung his blade up, pointing the tip at her throat.

"Pelun sweylu txo ayoe tìving mikyun ngaru?" Tsu'tey spoke, not masking the hatred in his voice.

"Kehe, ft?ngang ma Tsu'tey!" Neytiri ordered as she lunged for Tsu'tey.

"Fyape poel omum aylì'uti ayoey??" Tsu'tey questioned with venom dripping from his voice.

"Oe ke omum sl? tsaw ke lu tì'eyng txo tspivang poeti," Neytiri shot back.

Tsu'tey, unphased by the protests, held his blade firm as the point began to press into Grace's skin, drawing blood.

"Rutxe ma Tsu'tey, fì'uri kem ke si!" Sylwanin pleaded with him.

Grace could visibly see the turmoil that was going on inside the male Na'vi through the expressions on his face. She could feel the sharp pain emitting from her throat as the tip of the blade pressed through her skin; however, she dared not to move.

"Mawey, ma Tsu'tey! Poe kxu ke sayi ayoengur," Sylwanin was keeping her tone even not wanting to provoke Tsu'tey to do something rash.

"Pefya ngal omum fì'uti?" Tsu'tey questioned as he maintained his position.

"Taluna poe zola'u nì'awtu ulte srung soli Jacen-ur," Sylwanin answered.

Tsu'tey could feel Neytiri pulling at his shoulder to release his hold on her. Shaking his head furiously at the situation that was quickly turning on him, he spat out a curse while retracting the blade. Tsu'tey expressing his frustrations, shoved Grace to the ground as he swatted Neytiri's hand away from him and stormed off towards Sylwanin and Jacen.

"Txo fo kavuk sìyevi, fey? ays?ro'al tok ngey? tsyokit!" Tsu'tey spoke with a foreboding tone as he thrust the dagger in Sylwanin's direction.

Jacen felt a cold chill race down his spine as the male Na'vi pointed his dagger at Sylwanin. Immediately shifting his eyes to hers, shock took hold of him as visible fear manifested on her face before being quickly suppressed.

Grace, still lying on the ground, tried to process what could have invoked such a reaction. As she rolled over to her stomach, still deep in thought, she felt someone pulling her up to her feet. Adrenaline coursed through her veins at the fear of another attack, but to her surprise, she saw it was the other female Na'vi assisting her.

"Thank you; I mean irayo, I hope," Grace spoke softly as she got to her feet.

Neytiri continued to help Grace to her feet as she nodded in affirmation. Once Grace was upright and shifted her focus to removing the dirt that clung to her clothes, she quickly made her way over to her sister's side.

"Moe pehem sayi set, ma tsmuke?" Neytiri whispered.

"Oe ke omum sl? ayoe zene pive'un nìwin," Sylwanin replied as they both looked over to Tsu'tey to see him still brooding away from everyone.

"Tsu'tey ke layu srunga'," Sylwanin muttered.

"Oe mllte ha tsaw lu ayoey? txele," Neytiri replied.

Sylwanin looked down at Jacen, who still donned his standard confused expression, then over at Grace, who was still tending to herself. She tried to think over all the scenarios that would best help them but at the same time not put them at needless risk. After a moment, she came to the conclusion that Tsu'tey wasn't going to enjoy.

"Oe fpìl futa sweylu txo ayoengìl munge foti ne'ìm," Sylwanin spoke with trepidation in her voice.

"Kempe!?" Neytiri replied, unable to hide the shock in her voice.

"Sempulur sì Sa'nokur tup ayoeru layu nì'ul sìltsana s?fpìl teri kem a sweylu txo kem sivi," Sylwanin answered, trying to convince Neytiri as well as herself.

"Oe ke omum, sl? oe kay? hu tsaw txo nga nivew," Neytiri replied, giving her sister a half-smile.

Tsu'tey, still brooding at the edges of the clearing, caught the conversation that they were having and stormed over.

"Kehe, fì'u lu fpxamoa s?fpìl! Ayoeng ke omum pesute fo lu!" Tsu'tey commanded as he eyed Jacen and Grace.

"Jacen kin srungit nìtut ulte fìtute alu Grace lu le'awa tute a tsun pivlltxe hu poan," Sylwanin answered.

"Fra'uri pelun nga kem si?" Tsu'tey questioned, not hiding his anger.

"Oe ke zene oeyktivìng ngaru," Sylwanin replied as she turned away from Tsu'tey.

"Grace," Sylwanin called out, over-enunciating some of the syllables.

Grace, hearing her badly pronounced name, ceased her cleaning and turned to their direction. She saw Sylwanin motioning for her to come over to them. Taking cautious steps, she made her way over to them, still apprehensive about the idea.

"Ma Grace, za'u hu ayoe," Sylwanin spoke as she reached out and grabbed Grace's hand.

"What?" Grace replied, not really knowing what she wanted as she looked down at Jacen.

"Za'u," Sylwanin repeated, motioning with her and Grace's hand towards a path that lay ahead of them.

Still trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle together, Grace continued to study Sylwanin and the direction she kept pointing to. Reluctantly she looked over to Jacen to see if he could be of use, but unsurprisingly, he was as lost as she was. It took every restraint that she could muster not to smack him upside the head for being so useless. Letting out a frustrated sigh as she did her best to interpret what the Na'vi woman wanted.

"You want me to go with you?" Grace questioned while repeating the motion Sylwanin was making.

"Srane," Sylwanin responded as she nodded her head, hoping that Grace understood what she wanted.

"Za'u, ayoe zene hivum set!" Sylwanin ordered.

With that, she urged Jacen forward and pulled at Grace's arm to follow them. With slow staggering steps, the group headed towards the clearing. Neytiri and Tsu'tey picking up on what was going on, lagged behind the group.

"Fìs?fpìl ke sunu oeru," Tsu'tey voiced his concerns when he fell within earshot of Neytiri.

"Sweylu ayoe txo pehem sivi hu fo, txìng foti fte fo tiverkup srak?" Neytiri responded.

"FìNa'viri 'uo ke lu ulte ngal omum tsa'uti!" Tsu'tey shot back as he eyed Neytiri.

"Srane, oe omum ulte tafral ayoeng kin fte Eytukanìl ngivop fìtìpe'unit nìteng," Neytiri declared.

"Oe lu Eytukan ahay ulte sweylu txo oe tsun ngivop fìtìpe'uni!" Tsu'tey commanded.

"Srane, ulte Tsu'tey muntxa sayi eo Eywa sl? set tìsyor nì?w ulte pey srefwa oey? sempul paye'un," Neytiri soothed as she grabbed Tsu'tey's hand.

"Tam," Tsu'tey breathed out, feeling their hands intertwining, diminishing the anger inside him.

Sylwanin, hearing the conversation, hoped that Jacen and Grace could not understand what they were saying behind them. She shared the same fears that Tsu'tey and Neytiri voiced but continued to suppress them because she felt that they would greatly help her people. Especially after seeing what these strange items did to help Jacen. Looking over to him, she noticed that his color was returning to a darker blue, and his eyes seemed more focused than before. With each step, she could feel Jacen getting stronger as his weight shifted off of her.

Jacen couldn't hide the smile that was forming on his lips as they returned to the forest. He hoped that they were returning to where they were coming from and could not wait to see Grace's reaction to where he had been all this time.

"See, they are taking us back," Jacen stated with smug optimism.

"Don't get too cocky kid, because Pandora is a big place," Grace replied as she followed next to Sylwanin while trying to pick up on what the other two Na'vi were saying behind them.

"Trust me, we will be fine," Jacen happily replied as he finally felt like he was doing something right.

"And that is what I'm afraid of," Grace evenly stated.

"What?" Jacen replied, confused by what she meant.

"Trusting you," She dryly stated as she shot a look in his direction.

Within an instant, all of his prowess and self-inflation immediately absolved. Despite surviving whatever the hell attacked him, staying alive for however long, cultivating a relationship with the Na'vi, who were presumed to be hostile, and being able to reach out to Grace while getting them to bring her back still meant nothing to her. Jacen could feel all the energy in his body begin to drain out of him as his legs began to grow heavy.

Sylwanin, feeling Jacen's weight becoming heavier, glanced up to see what was going on with him. At first pass, she noticed a defeated expression etched into his features as his head started to hang. She could not tell if whatever Grace gave him was wearing off or whatever they were talking about had affected him negatively.

"Ma Jacen, ngari frawzo srak?" Sylwanin voiced her concerns as she nudged him.

Jacen could feel her nudging him to look at her, but he could not pull himself out of his depressed state. Dark thoughts began to formulate in his mind as images of his parents, Grace, and various others came to life, scolding him relentlessly for being worthless. He could feel his feet beginning to scrap across the dirt as the words echoing in his head, crushing his spirit.

"Ma Jacen, tìng nari oeru!" Sylwanin pleaded as her hand reached up to his face causing the party to slow down.

As she spun around to face Jacen, she forced his head in her direction. Noticing the distant gaze that his eyes were holding, she began patting his cheek, trying to break him out of his trance. Fearing the worst, she patted his face harder, hoping that he would snap out of it.

Grace, taking note of the parties' slowing pace, turned to see Sylwanin facing Jacen, clapping the side of his face. Upon further inspection, she noticed the distant gaze he was holding and rushed over to his side. She quickly grabbed his wrist and placed her two fingers on the edge assessing his pulse. Feeling its rate was normal, and it was not bounding or threaded, she released his wrist and pulled his head away from Sylwanin.

"Jacen, snap out of it," Her tone forceful as her heavier hand connected with the side of Jacen's head.

They saw Jacen's eyes blink rapidly as he visibly snapped back to reality, followed by an aggressive inhalation of air. They both release a simultaneous breath of relief as Jacen continued to pant like he was coming up for air as his eyes darted back and forth between the two women.

"Jacen, how are you doing?" Grace questioned as her eyes searched his.

Jacen's eyes shifted from Grace's to Sylwanin's, her frightful expression still prominent. Before Jacen could say anything, Grace ripped his head back in her direction as she continued to assess him. Hatred and rage boiled in his body at the woman that still had a hold of his head. However, before he could do anything rash, he felt something appear across his chest, forcing him backward.

"No," He cried as he grasped Sylwanin.

The three of them turned to see who the assailant was and to their half surprise, saw Tsu'tey at the opposite end with his bow extended between them, attempting to separate them. His expression hardened as he continued to force himself between them despite whatever Neytiri was saying.

"Fì'uri Tsu'tey ftang!" Neytiri ordered.

"Kehe, poanìri 'uo lu keyawr!" Tsu'tey fired back, finally achieving his goal.

Jacen felt Sylwanin's grip release from him as he was left alone to support his body weight. Quickly giving up any notion of fighting back, he doubled over, propping himself up with his arms. He did his best to steady himself despite the fact that Tsu'tey continued to hold the end of his bow on him.

"Ftang ma Tsutey, poan kxu ke sayi ngaru!" Sylwanin exclaimed.

She did her best to move Tsu'tey out of her way to get to Jacen; however, he was too strong. He held her off with one arm while keeping his bow fixed on Jacen behind him.

"Kehe, oe lu Eytukan ahay ulte fì'u lu oey?…"

Before Tsu'tey finished his statement, his ears began to twitch erratically as his eyes began to dart around their surroundings as they searched for something. Sylwanin and Neytiri, bewildered by his rapid change, fell silent as they started to listen and scan the forest.

Jacen sensing a shift in dynamic tried to slow his labor breathing so he could hear what was going on. A moment later, he felt the presence of someone next to him helping him upright. To his dismay, he saw it was Grace helping him as panic physically manifested throughout her body.

"What's happening?" Jacen whispered.

"Fnivu!" Tsu'tey commanded as he jabbed the end of his bow into Jacen.

The silence began to descend upon the forest as the party stood frozen in place. Grace and Jacen held their breaths as they watched as the three Na'vi readied their bows and prepared for the worst. Time slowed to a halt as eerie stillness hung in the air; Jacen felt Grace's grip tightening around him.

"Ayoeng zene hivum set!" Tsu'tey commanded his attention, still focused on the distant forest.

Sylwanin and Neytiri sprung into action as they bolted over to Grace and Jacen. Forcefully grabbing their arms, they pulled them fervently towards the direction they were heading. Grace and Jacen shared fearful expressions as they were involuntarily forced to follow them. Before Jacen could voice his concern, he picked up distance noise from behind them, like something was heading towards them. Just as quickly as Jacen could catch the noise, Sylwanin whipped her head back that direction as her breaths became labored.

"Aynantang!" Sylwanin spoke as fear tinged her words.

Authors note: Thank y'all for reading, and again, I want to give a massive shout out to my 'eylan Toliman for helping me with the translations! As always, I would love to hear from y'all on how you like it so far, irayo!