เผ„โœถหŽหŠห— ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ









































































โ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒ

โญ‘ ;ย  โญ’ หŽหŠห— ๐’๐“๐€๐‘๐ƒ๐”๐’๐“ หŽหŠห— ๐ŸŒŒ๐Ÿชผ
โ€”โ€” ๐™Ÿ๐™š๐™ฉ๐™จ๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค๐™ง๐™š_ โ˜ฅ๐–ค
โ€”โ€” ๊ง ๐™– ๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง ๐™›๐™–๐™ฃ๐™›๐™ž๐™˜ ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒ€














































โ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด โž
- ษดแด‡ษชสŸ ษขแด€ษชแดแด€ษด


































































































โ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ โž
- ษดแด‡ษชสŸ ษขแด€ษชแดแด€ษด

























... --- ... โ”ย  ๐’๐˜๐๐Ž๐๐’๐ˆ๐’


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 waitingโ€”hopingโ€”for 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 saveโ€”one life slipping through her fingersโ€”and the weight of it shattered her resolve. The endless tide of mangled bodies, the unrelenting pace, the heavy cloak of responsibilityโ€”it 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.

PANDORAโ€”THE MYTHICAL MOON SHE'D DREAMED OF SINCE CHILDHOODโ€”SUDDENLY 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 astonishmentโ€”and for the first time in her lifeโ€”a 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 oneโ€”on 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–„๏ธปใƒ‡๐‚๐€๐’๐“ โ•โ•โ”ไธ€















โ” ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ด . . .
๐€๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐š ๐‡๐ข๐ซ๐š ๐“๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐š เผ„โœฉ๐Ÿชฌ






















๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ด . . .
๐‰๐š๐ค๐ž ๐’๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ เผ„โšก๏ธŽ๐ŸŒช๏ธ



























๐˜ป๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ด . . . ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฎ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ž
๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ด . . . ๐˜ฟ๐™ง. ๐™‚๐™ง๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐˜ผ๐™ช๐™œ๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š
๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป ๐˜ข๐˜ด . . . ๐™๐™ง๐™ช๐™™๐™ฎ ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ
๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด . . . ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ง๐™ข ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ
๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ป ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ด . . . ๐™๐™จ๐™ช'๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฎ
๐˜ค๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ด . . . ๐™ˆ๐™ค'๐™–๐™ฉ
๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ด . . . ๐™ˆ๐™ž๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™Œ๐™ช๐™–๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™˜๐™


































๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™‘๐™ž๐™š๐™ฌ๐™š๐™™ ๐™„๐™ฃ โ€”โ€” ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต, ๐˜š๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ.

๐˜ฟ๐™ž๐™จ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ข๐™š๐™ง โ€”โ€” ๐˜•๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ˆ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜–๐˜Š๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด. ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ.

๐™’๐™–๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™จ โ€”โ€” ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ: ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜“๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ,ย  ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, ๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜›๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด ๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค. ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜‹๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.

๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™ฎ๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ โ€”โ€” ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ / ๐˜‘๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ_































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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 ficโ€”because, 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. ๐Ÿซถ








































































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