011,  blessed

          TAĖLIA LISTENED to the distant laughter of her children as the light shone onto their skin. "No guys look i'm sorry." Kai'vi shouted as the two 7 year olds tackled the 14 year old to the ground. Taėlia smirked slightly as she watched Ma'ni, Ov'ak and Ri'ean, run over to the trio, helping Txauk and Im'ani beat up Kai'vi.

          "Hey, Taė fancy helping your little sister out here?! These skxawng's are so heavy i'm going to suffocate." Kai'vi shouted towards her sister, who pretended she didn't see the girl. She headed the distant whispers of Kai'vi communicating with the children as suddenly, they all gave Taėlia a knowing look.

          "Shit." She mumbled as they began running towards her. She wasted no time in running away as she ran away.

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          "Xav'i, lift up your arm more." Rotxo spoke towards one of the upcoming warriors infront of him. Ever since he became Olo'eyktan, he had began teaching the upcoming generation all the things it took to become a warrior. Rotxo opened his mouth to give them another until he spotted his mate running towards them with many little kids chasing after her.

          "Hey auntie!" Xav'i, Lo'ak and Tsireya's eldest son shouted towards the running woman as she hide behind Rotxo. The children stopped infront of their uncle as he tilted his head at him. "Did Kai'vi tel you to do this?" They all nodded in sync as the 14 year old began to stroll over towards them. Rotxo turned to face his warriors with a small smirk on his face. "Chase her." He spoke, pointing towards Kai'vi, who's smug smirk on her face quickly faded as they all chased after her.

          The children followed after them, but Taėlia stopped Txauk and Im'ani as the 7 year olds slowly turned around to face their parents. "How many times have we told you to never listen to Kai'vi?" Im'ani remained quiet, the girl breaking eye contact.

          "107 times." Txauk responded, a bright smile remaining on his face. Taėlia couldn't help but laugh at her son as she brought them both in for a hug as Rotxo wrapped his arms around his family.

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          In the end, everyone got the ending they wanted and deserved — for the most part.

          Kai'vi was born soon after the war, the girl being a carbon copy of Ronal. She fit in well and she aspired to be just like her elder brother. She had many boys pining after her, but she wasn't interested in them.

          A few years after Rotxo and Taėlia became Tsahìk and Olo'eyktan, Taėlia fell pregnant with twins. Txauk, a boy — named after Neteyam — and Im'ani, a girl.

          Lo'ak and Tsireya's eldest son, Xav'i was just like Lo'ak. He was always doing something he shouldn't be. But looks wise, he was just like Tsireya — apart from the fact he had his fathers strips. Ri'ean was the middle child, he was the perfect mixture of both of his parents. And then there was Az'ila, the 2 year old was exactly like her mother, but with her fathers eyes and skin.

          Although Spider and Kiri couldn't mate, it didn't mean they couldn't adopt. They had got wind about a war that had happened with the depths of the desert, killing more than half of the Niwanian clan, leaving many orphans. Spider and Kiri adopted a little boy named Ma'ni. He had fair white skin that shone slightly blue in the light. His eyes were yellow just like Kiri's and he had gorgeous blond curls.

          Aonung took a while to settle down, but when he meet Izali, another orphan from the desert who had came to Awa'atlu for refuge, he would never leave her alone. They mated soon after they met and had a beautiful baby boy named Ov'ak. The young boy inherited Aonung's eyes and his same playboy smirk, but the rest of him looked just like Izali as he had the same skin as Ma'ni and blonde curls with a single streak of black.

          Tuk went on to becoming a strong warrior, one of the best in her class. She aspired to be just like Neteyam and live on his legacy.

          Jake, Neytiri, Ronal and Tonowari put themselves into retirement, the elder couples enjoying their relaxed lives. Jake and Neytiri were still touchy over Neteyam's death, but they grew to realise that Neteyam wouldn't want them to grieve him.

          Everyone still visited Neteyam through the spirit tree, they stopped grieving him but his memory forever lived on.

          He watched over them in happiness, the young boy who was taken far too soon was glad to see his loved ones happy.

M speaks !

This is the end (kind of) of Rotxo and Taėlia's story, in the future there will be a few more sequel chapters with the kids and the group, but i'm not sure when i'll make them.

thank you so much for reading, i love you all and thank you!!