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โญ ;ย โญ หหห ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ หหห ๐๐ชผ
โโ ๐๐๐ฉ๐จ๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐ค๐ง๐_ โฅ๐ค
โโ ๊ง ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐
โ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ด๐ฌ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด โ
- ษดแดษชส ษขแดษชแดแดษด
โ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ฐ๐ต, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ โ
- ษดแดษชส ษขแดษชแดแดษด
... --- ... โย ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
ANITA THAPA HAD ALWAYS FELT LIKE A MISPLACED SOUL, wandering through a life that wasn't hers. Each day felt like a borrowed story, a dream she could not wake from. She was a stranger in her own skin, watching others stride confidently through lives they seemed destined to lead, while her own felt unshaped, undefined. From the moment she took her first breath, Anita had been waitingโhopingโfor a moment of awakening that never came.
FOLLOWING IN HER MOTHER'S FOOTSTEPS, Anita pursued a career in medicine, not out of passion, but from a lack of any burning desire of her own. She found herself at a marine base in Venezuela, caring for wounded soldiers. For a time, it seemed this would become her path. But five months in, a single loss unraveled her. One patient she couldn't saveโone life slipping through her fingersโand the weight of it shattered her resolve. The endless tide of mangled bodies, the unrelenting pace, the heavy cloak of responsibilityโit all became too much. Anita left, her spirit fractured, her sense of purpose even more elusive.
BACK HOME, Anita drifted through months of uncertainty. If she couldn't endure the chaos of a marine base, how could she possibly handle the even greater demands of a hospital? She was a ship without a compass, until a lifeline came in the form of an unexpected offer. The Resources Development Administration reached out, offering her a full scholarship to train as a Na'vi doctor.
PANDORAโTHE MYTHICAL MOON SHE'D DREAMED OF SINCE CHILDHOODโSUDDENLY BECKONED TO HER. As a girl, Anita had devoured every word of Dr. Grace Augustine's book on Pandoran botany, her imagination alight with visions of bioluminescent forests, towering mountains, and the intricate harmony of the Na'vi and their world. The offer felt like fate, a door to a life she had only dared to imagine.
WITH GRATITUDE AND A SPARK OF HOPE, Anita accepted the scholarship and earned a degree in xenomedicine. Her studies led her to the Avatar Program, where the rigorous selection process demanded precision, mental sharpness, and endurance. To her astonishmentโand for the first time in her lifeโa dream was within reach. Anita passed. She would leave Earth behind, crossing the vast expanse of space to Pandora, tasked with forging connections between her people and the Na'vi.
THE NEXT THREE YEARS OF ANITA'S LIFE WERE A WHIRLWIND OF PREPARATION. She immersed herself in the Na'vi language and culture, training tirelessly to understand a world far removed from her own. Finally, her journey began. Cryo-sleep embraced her for six long years as she hurtled light-years across the stars.
ON PANDORA, Anita met a figure both familiar and entirely different: Jake Sully, the former Marine turned emissary. Together with Dr. Grace Augustine and Norm Spellman, they formed a team to bridge the divide between the Na'vi and the RDA. But nothing about the mission was simple.
THE NA'VI TOOK ANITA IN, teaching her their ways and reshaping her perspective. Her loyalty wavered as she saw the RDA's true intentions clash with the beauty and sanctity of Na'vi life. Torn between two worlds, Anita found herself not only questioning the sides she straddled but also opening her heart to a love she had never expected.
HER JOURNEY WAS NO LONGER ABOUT WAKING FROM A DREAM. It was about learning to live fully within oneโon Pandora, where the lines between who she was and who she could become blurred, and where she might finally discover the life that had been waiting for her all along.
โ๏ธปใ๐๐๐๐ โโโไธ
โ ๐ต๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด . . .
๐๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ เผโฉ๐ชฌ
๐ด๐ข๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด . . .
๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ เผโก๏ธ๐ช๏ธ
๐ป๐ฐ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข ๐ข๐ด . . . ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐
๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด . . . ๐ฟ๐ง. ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐ช๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐
๐ฎ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ป ๐ข๐ด . . . ๐๐ง๐ช๐๐ฎ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ค๐ฃ
๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด . . . ๐๐ค๐ง๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ก๐ข๐๐ฃ
๐ญ๐ข๐ป ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ข๐ด . . . ๐๐จ๐ช'๐ฉ๐๐ฎ
๐ค๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด . . . ๐๐ค'๐๐ฉ
๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด . . . ๐๐๐ก๐๐จ ๐๐ช๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ โโ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ.
๐ฟ๐๐จ๐๐ก๐๐๐ข๐๐ง โโ ๐๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ข๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฏ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ, ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐๐๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ด. ๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฑ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ.
๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ โโ ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ: ๐๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ,ย ๐๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ, ๐๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค ๐๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐๐ฆ๐น๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ค๐ด ๐๐ฏ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ค. ๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐๐ฅ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐พ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ โโ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ / ๐๐ฆ๐ต๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ_
๐/๐:
Hiya welcome to my Avatar fic! Listen, I've been absolutely obsessed with this movie lately, and my hyperfixation demanded I write something. Naturally, I decided it had to be a Jake Sully ficโbecause, let's be real, the man deserves way more love, and the world is seriously lacking in content for him. I'm here to fix that. You're welcome.
Can we just take a moment to appreciate the aesthetic of this fic? Ugh, I'm obsessed. Seriously, I'm so hyped about how this story is shaping up, and I can't wait to share it with you. Let me know what you think of the aesthetic.
Quick heads-up: whenever the Na'vi language pops up, it'll be in italics. Same goes for narration. Just so no one's out here thinking the characters are randomly whispering to himself in the first person.
That's all for now! Stay tuned for more chapters. And hey, if you're feeling generous (or just want to make my day), don't forget to leave a comment or drop a vote. I'm not above begging. ๐ซถ
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