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    The war had ended. Peace spread as the remnants of the RDA fled the Western Frontier, only leaving behind scraps of metal. Pandora began to heal, stitching the wounds of time closed with root and vine. Life moved forward. The Resistance turned its focus back to Ewya's world. Alma returned to her body. Ri'nela learned the weight of a tsahìk's voice. Teylan shaped metal into something meant to protect, rather than destroy.

    Yet, Tamtey did not find peace.

    Sleep brought memories of TAP that drove her from her bed night after night. Only the wind beneath unfamiliar stars eased the ache. She was rarely alone for long. So'lek always found her there. They shared the quiet until dawn, trading dreams and the horrors that kept them awake. Still, the forest trembled. Ewya's song wavered, strained by something distant - only drawing closer. Smoke stained the horizon. Thin and gray, whispering against the clouds.

    A flake of ash drifted down, landing on Tamtey's knee. So'lek brushed it away, pinching it until it vanished.

    "Ash..." he murmured.

    "And fire," Tamtey replied, her voice unwavering.

    The forest fell silent around them. Even the animals did not cry out.

    A new enemy was coming.

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    ...And he does not know if it was Payakan’s banishment— a part of him, torn away– that tips the scale in his heart or if it was his father's words that broke him but either way he is certain
    of his decision to die and sink into it again. To return his borrowed energy.

    Lo’ak will pull the trigger and shoot himself through the head and by the time the hour has passed, the water lapping at his knees now will have claimed him and he will be free of this.

    (Or: Lo'ak doesn't throw away the gun that night, but manages to survive his shot against all odds. Everyone comes to know what he did. How will his parents react to it? How will Lo'ak feel, having failed his attempt? And is there a way to heal after such an occurrence- not just his body, but his mind, soul and relationship with his father?

    I have a ton of painful feelings and hurt / comfort planned. I've loved all the fics on this so far... and here it is my way!)

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    The two men brandished their rifles at the students, causing the group to collectively hiss. Nor quickly pushed Me’veyk behind him, triggering a chain reaction as Ri’nela did the same with Teylan.

    Nor shouted, “Are you gonna shoot us, assholes?!”, his voice unusually cracked.

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    Me'veyk rediscovers what it means to be a Sarentu while fighting alongside his friends and future acquaintances for the freedom of Western Frontier against the merciless RDA.

    This is a game plot that you know and love but rewritten the way I saw it as I played and the way I was expecting it to be.

    We are also romancing Eetu, this was the main reason I decided to write the fanfic in the first place :)

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    Growth is gradual. Changes tend not to be.

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    Lo'ak doesn't get back home after Aonung's prank, Kiri and Neteyam get to feel angry for once, and Ao'nung learns to apologise.)

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    “Am I speaking with Ilya Grigorievich Rozanov?”

    Ilya went silent immediately. That was not his brother’s voice. Nor was it Katia’s, his sister-in-law’s. It was an aristocratic, cold voice. He went completely still.

    “Yes.”

    “I’m calling from the Child Services Department, Ilya Grigorievich,” the woman continued, and Ilya frowned deeply. “Your brother Alexei Rozanov and his wife died yesterday in a car accident.”

    Twice in his life, Ilya had felt like this. The ice around his heart melted just enough for the numbness to vanish and give way to a sharp, stinging pain. It lasted only two seconds before he managed to compose himself. He didn’t want to feel anything for Alexei, so even if Katia’s death carried a trace of sadness—she was a mess, but she always tried to smile at him and cook warm meals for him when he visited Russia—, he dismissed the feeling entirely.

    “So what?”

    “You are the only living family member of their daughter. Your brother named you as her legal guardian, Ilya Grigorievich.”

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    30 Dec 2025