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Pandora's Templar

A Work-In-Progress Story by Coranth Dehanae

Chapter 6

(Continued from Chapter 5...)

But it was the young children and adolescent teens that 'stole the show'; they were utterly stupefied by the sight of the Fkio perched atop the backs of the Yerik and Pa'li, Majestic and Beauty, as said animals calmly ate their evening meal of sweet nectar. They were even more amazed by the sight of three of my Viperwolf Pack - Jack, Dalton and Trigger - wrestling gently with the Ikran, Cloud, as beneath the wings of the Ikranay, Leaf, the other three members of the Pack - Ieesha, Anaya, and Keewan slept, whilst the Alpha Female, Atreyu, watched her three children and the Ikran carefully, to ensure no one was hurt whilst playing the game. The entire clan relaxed immediately, however, when Lompor passed through the opened Gate of Dawn and strode out to meet us... and what a remarkable change he had undergone!

Replacing the dirty, wounded and bloody warrior that San'eya had introduced to me before was a Na'vi man whom had been freshly bathed and fully healed; the cut on his forehead, the congealed blood on his face, his broken arm and leg, and even his multitude of bruises, was gone - it was as if he had never dueled Ema'zu at all! When he caught sight of us, a smile broke out on the great warrior's face, and then, with a cry of "Kaltxi, Olo'eyktan Txa'vit!" he reached up to help me down from the great Pa'li I was sitting upon with San'eya. Once I was standing upon Pandora Firma, Lompor embraced me in a great, rib-cracking brotherly hug and then - as we helped the other Clan members to dismount with their wounded and ill kin - Lompor began to speak to me, his voice rich with awe and excitement.

"Txra'kon We'er truly is a place of wonders, Olo'eyktan!"_he said. "_The nawm'atan brought me to the Klin'ik - the place of healing within Txra'kon We'er - and I should have felt afraid to be in such a strange place, but I was not. There I met the Tsa'hik of your fngap kelku - our formerly exiled Clan Sister, Txe'lan - and she welcomed me and explained to me why I felt no fear: Txra'kon We'er is alive _ _and welcomes all who come, no matter who they are! She then led me over to a huge ketuwong machine - and I admit that I was hesitant to follow her at first - but she explained to me that the machine was part of what Txra'kon We'er was: it was a nawm fngap toktor that could heal even the gravest of injuries - and she was right!

When I stepped into the center of the great machine it looked at me with pxay aynari and then pxay aytsyokx came down from above and healed my injuries within moments! When the great fngap toktor had finished with me, Txe'lan then took me to the place where you bathe and had me stand inside what she called the 'Great Rain and Wind Maker.' I... I never knew that heated water could be used for bathing, but as the water flowing from that machine cleaned the dirt from my body and relaxed my muscles I felt as if Eywa herself was working a blessing upon me! The great warm wind that followed when the water stopped relaxed me even more; all I can remember after that is Txe'lan helping me dress again, and then leading me into the place she called We'ertxe'lan.

There, she had me lay down upon your sleeping place, up against a warm body. For a time, I slept... but when I awoke I was staring into the eyes of a Palulukan and - to my horror - six Nantang had draped themselves over me, and were using me like a... like a Nivi! I screamed with fear and then tried to fight them, but Txra'kon We'er had taken my weapons away and I could not find them! To my surprise, my scream frightened away the Nantang resting atop me; they all hid behind the big Palulukan and it held me down until Txe'lan was able to come to me and explain what kind of unil I had walked into!" At this, I couldn't help it; I burst out laughing and Lompor heartily laughed with me! "You... he-he... you met Sa'nok and the rest of my Nantang Pack, then?" I asked, once I was able to regain control of myself.

"Srane, Olo'eyktan, srane," Lompor replied, with a final chuckle. Then, an expression of wonder filled his face as he continued, "It's a miracle of Txra'kon We'er, that they are the way they are, Txe'lan said. I... I have never touched a Palulukan before, nor had one touch me as gently as she did when she nuzzled into my hands. I also have never apologized to - or play-wrestled with - Nantang that act more like 'eveng then the fearsome predators they should be! Until today..." Lompor's story didn't 'end' there, of course; many members of the Clan had heard it - and they were spreading it to those that hadn't - and the great warrior's bizarre tale caused a mixed reaction among them.

The children laughed at the thought of my Pack using Lompor as a place to sleep, whilst the Weavers, Craftsmen - and especially the healers - were keen to get inside the Dragon Weyr's Clinic to see the great fngap toktor that Lompor spoke of. The Elders, however, feared the thought of the mighty Palulukan, Sa'nok, living within the Dragon Weyr and many of them became reluctant to even set foot inside the great Nexus. "Please, ma olo'", I said to them in response to this, "Sa'nok will not hurt any of you! Today... was a bad day for her and her bones ached with the pains of age; chances are that when you see her she will be relaxed and sleeping off her healing treatment. Regardless... Welcome, ma olo', to Txra'kon We'er!"

And with those words, I welcomed my new Clan to the Dragon Weyr and led them inside. We almost didn't make it to the Weyrheart that evening - the Clan were awed by the sheer size of the Gate of Dawn, and by the entryway with its steam-spouting dragonet heads and artifacts encased within their psychic fields - but, eventually, we made it. From there, the Clan and I moved straight to the Clinic, where those members whom were injured and ill were provided with medical treatment, and those whom were healthy swiftly got a medical checkup, courtesy of the Autodoc. Awe, wonder and delight were the expressions of the hour as ailments and injuries were healed.

Once the ailing members of my Clan were either well again, or on the road to recovery, Txe'lan and I led them out into the Weyrheart and there - in addition to the sheer marvel of the room itself - they beheld a veritable feast, thoughtfully prepared by the Dragon Weyr and set upon the Great Fleece Pile: Sumin jilt'luy, or 'leaf plates' filled to capacity with thick angtsik and yerik steaks, traditional Nikt'chey food wraps, and other Pandoran culinary delights, as well as drinks of Kava and various flavorful nectars. The entire Clan balked however, when they saw that said feast was arranged around Sa'nok, whom was lying quietly within the center of the Fleece Pile, awake and purring gently as she watched them!

I just laughed heartily at them all before I said, "Rä'ä txopu, ma 'olo, rä'ä txopu! Come and eat!" Like Txe'lan had before them, many of the Na'vi just gaped at me - probably wondering whether I'd gone mad! How could they partake of such a glorious feast, when a Palulukan, a 'dry-mouth-bringer-of-fear', was there to guard it? Chuckling softly, I moved over to Sa'nok and sat down before her, picking up my own plate of human-palatable Pandoran foodstuffs and setting it in my lap. Then, silently, I waited. Moments later there was a stricken, feminine cry from an adult as one of the Na'vi - a young girl, whom was probably said adult's daughter - approached from out of the massed Na'vi Clan and then sat down next to me, her golden eyes filled with more than a little apprehension. "Fyape fko syaw ngar?" I queried, softly asking her for her name.

The little girl - well 'little' was an understatement for she was the same size that I was - glanced warily at my Palulukan friend, before looking at me and answering, "Oeru syaw fko Tìlor te Atan'ite, Olo'eyktan." With a warm, affectionate smile, I nodded and then ever so gently took her hand and pressed it against the bridge of my Palulukan friend's muzzle, softly uttering "Fìpo lu Sa'nok te We'er'ite." Happiness welled within my heart, then, for the child's expression became one of awe as - in response to her touch - the supposedly terrifying predator did absolutely nothing; Sa'nok just gazed fondly at the girl and continued to breathe, her purrs becoming louder! Now, however, the little girl, Tìlor, seemed unsure of what to do, so I gently moved her hand in a 'stroking' motion as I said, "Fìfya..."

Tìlor quickly got the idea and started to stroke the elderly Palulukan's muzzle, a soft delighted gasp escaping her, which was soon echoed by a soft mewl from Sa'nok. Shortly afterwards - as Na'vi etiquette and tradition dictated - I did not eat from my plate first; instead, I passed the sumin jilt'luy to Tìlor so that she could partake of the food laid upon it. When she had taken from it what she wanted, she then passed it back to me so that I could eat. That was it, then - the entire Clan moved to sit with us before Sa'nok, and the great feast truly began! Exaggerated stories, talk, gossip, and happy laughter resounded throughout the main room of the Weyrheart as the many sumin jilt'luy were passed from kin, to kin, to kin, such that each Na'vi man, woman, child, adult, and elder fed his or her neighbor.

Even Falkor, the Pack, and Miracle were all well fed that night; the children and adults laughed as the Viperwolves and the Childlike Ikran romped here and there, begging for food - and getting more than their fare share of it - with pitiful whimpers and 'puppy dog eyes.' Since I was the Clan's Olo'eyktan, and Txe'lan the primary Tsa'hik, somehow - more often than not - she and I ended up being gifted with the largest servings of the prepared food. I, however, had to refuse much of it - particularly the meat - for although it wasn't toxic, it wasn't palatable to me; I would either become ill from eating it or it would simply... pass right through me. '... And the very last thing I need is to be suffering with diarrhea!'

A grin crossed my face, then, and I started to sing, telepathically, to the Dragon Weyr! 'Ten days on Pandora, got four days to go; Ten days of terror cos I'm glued to the throne; And I'm shittin' in litres and firin' both ends; I'll never shit solid again. And it's cost me me Lifemate for this getaway; 'Stead of helpin' me friends, Christ, I'm stuck here all day; Cos I'm glued to the loo while me Clan are out huntin'; I'll never shit solid again...' I didn't know it then, but - as I continued to sing, Kevin Bloody Wilson's "Bali Belly Song" - with lyrics appropriate for my situation and Pandora - the Dragon Weyr was mischievously translating everything I was singing to it into Na'vi and psychically broadcasting it to the entire Clan!

Soon, many among the Clan - particularly the females and Elders - began to take offense when they discovered what the song was about... but their protests were drowned out as the males, both adult and adolescent, began to howl with raucous laughter! Even the children of the Clan eventually cottoned on to the comedy of the song; they shrieked and giggled as their scandalized Mothers tried in vain to cover their feline-like ears! Of course, once I realized what the Dragon Weyr had done - after finishing the song and witnessing angry Mothers glaring at me as they uncovered their children's ears - the laughter became replaced by disappointed moans when I reprimanded the great Nexus for translating such an offensive song!

The Dragon Weyr replied to my reprimand with sweet innocence as it sent me a vision of a white dragon whistling innocently, a halo of light above about his head! 'Hey, come on now; none of that! I know you did it, my friend. No more of that, alright? We don't want to corrupt the pure, innocent, Na'vi children with dirty tawtute humor... yet,' I thought. The great construct's agreement, followed by a sly feeling of amusement, filled my thoughts for a moment, before I belted out another song. This one I gladly allowed the Dragon Weyr to translate and broadcast: a rousing rendition of "Shiny Happy People," by the band R.E.M. The simple, gentle lyrics and joviality of the song seemed to strike a chord with the Clan, for soon they were all singing along with it, many even clapping and dancing to the beat!

When that song was done - as the night continued and the food and drink flowed freely - the Na'vi shared some of their songs with me; they sung of Hunting, of the Land, and of course, Eywa. After the songs, came the stories... I shared with them enthralling tales from African, Australian, Egyptian, and Native American mythology. The Na'vi particularly enjoyed those stories, as well as those from the mythos of the Aborigines, especially the stories of the Dream Time, the sacred era in which ancestral Totemic Spirit Beings formed The Creation. As thanks for my tales, Tsa'hik San'eya told me stories from Na'vi myth - of the time when Eywa sang the first weaving song, and through it, forged the world.

She told me of the mas'kit nivi sa'nok, or "mother loom" - built by the people of the Omatikaya Clan - upon which great works were crafted. San'eya also told me of the mighty Toruk Makto, the one whom was Chosen by Eywa to unite all the Clans in Times of Great Sorrow. Once all was done and the great feast ended, the Dragon Weyr recycled empty sumin jilt'luy and any remaining leftovers. This, of course, caused great astonishment among the Clan, for their empty plates appeared to vanish in a soft glow of cerulean light, right before their eyes! Once the hullabaloo at that died down - courtesy of Txe'lan's explanation in words and terms the Clan could easily grasp and understand - my Na'vi companion and I prepared to sleep, leaning back into Sa'nok's body, the great Palulukan purring as she curled herself around us.

Then, Falkor, Atreyu, the Pack, and Miracle settled about - and sometimes draped themselves over - our weary bodies whilst above us, my new Clan, too, prepared to sleep. In their family groups, they settled themselves inside great hammocks called Eywa k'sey nivi bri'sta, which had thoughtfully been brought into being by the Dragon Wey and then fastened at reasonable height to the ceiling of the Weyrheart. As I lay within the warm musty comfort provided by the curl of Sa'nok's body, feeling Falkor laid over my legs and Txe'lan's body pressing gently into my back as she spooned against me, just before I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help thinking, 'This... has been the best night of my life...' That, dear readers, was how my reign as the new Olo'eyktan of Clan Tawkami began.