Avatar related and Na'vi prose.

the sanguine stained blade falls to the ground as the wielder of the sword runs off.
all she can think, all she can feel, is pain.
but then she realizes.. this is a good thing.
she won't be a burden to the people who supposedly care for her.
she closes her eyes, shaking violently against the cold rain,
and against the pain of the wound that'd been inflicted.
and, of course, against the internal pain.
a chill runs through her, ruffling her coat as the wind blew harshly.
the rain comes down in pelts, soaking everything in it's path.
she closes her eyes, letting the rain coat her fur.
she joined this battle for one reason.
and that reason is going to be filled, in just minutes.
collapsing, she looks up at the dark rain clouds,
ignoring the rain hitting her left eye.
she has been there for years now,
this place has become her only sanctuary.
the new gash in her side bleeds profusely,
and she opens her eyes, looking up at the rain once more.
"irayo ngaru sivi, ma nawma sa'nok. oehu ye'rìn."
(thank you, Great Mother. I'll be with you soon.)
she smiles at the skies, inhales deeply,
and then closes them for the last time.

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a painful, strenuous time ahead of her,
she speaks to the goddess in Na'vi, alone in her room and her bed.
she begs for help, she begs for strength.
she begs to feel better.
she wants to feel better.
she knows what is keeping her from it,
besides when she uses it to make her happy.
because that is what seems like the only thing to work.
so she pleads with the great mother,
asking for help, to find her way back to the light,
to find her true place in the world.
tonight, she will not fall asleep easily,
nor will she sleep easily.
and she will not try to go to sleep for a long time for this reason.
but, again, she will pray before she tries to rest her eyes.
ma nawma sa'nok, rutxe, pelun sivi oer.
(Great Mother, please, help me.)