The Fire Between Us {Neteyam x Reader}

6.

Emotion controls actions. It changes an individual and unleashes beasts from within one never knew existed. It will impress you the most, a realization one is blind to at first.

"Three witnesses present. Eywa sees all. The Cut must be done, only then will the ritual evolve."

I take the knife out of its sheath and cut a straight line down on both my palms.

"We confirm the Cut's presence. Eywa knows all. Begin the ritual, wait for the call."

Silence speaks louder than a thousand words. It unleashes memories that were promised to be forgotten. This time will be different. I will acknowledge these memories. I will feel the hurt of the past. I will remember the pain of the past.

My beloved child, these are for you. They will protect you, guide you to the path Eywa destined for you. My brave girl, when I am no more, seek my help through them. Eywa and I will be listening.

My grip tightens on the knives, one in each hand. I spin them once, twice, thrice. I feel two other heartbeats aligning with mine. They are listening. I will speak.

I spin them around my fingers, the speed of their flow gradually increasing as I remember the words I had hidden so long ago.

Your mother is dead, her ashes flow with the ancestors now.

My arms move in different patterns as I twirl both knives with my fingers. I call upon the flame that exists within me, the power I was gifted long ago.

It seems you carry the power our ancestors desired. I am surprised an incapable girl like yourself could attain such a privilege.

They twirl at my sides with much speed, leaving trails of fire sparking in its path. I attempt to harness the flame and project it throughout my body but fail. I dig deeper into the past, searching for the breaking point.

You are a freak. An outcast. You will never belong anywhere. It would be better if you kill yourself, I could do it for you.

Emotion is powerful. The greatest emotion is anger but it doesn't come immediately. First comes sadness followed by heartbreak. The more intense these are, the greater the anger is.

Don't ever think about leaving this place. There is no such thing as freedom for a failure like you.

I spin my knives intensely now, blood oozing down my hands as my flex my fingers with greater force, making the knives move so fast they disappear. I was gifted the power to generate and control fire but I have never been able to control it.

Fire obeys no one but it will obey me. I will yield it, project it as I wish.

Aren't you tired of being punished? You have one responsibility and you keep failing. You disappoint me (Y/n).

Abuse after abuse after abuse. An unending cycle that repeated because I couldn't control the "gift".

Dinraal took everything from me. My tears were silenced, my pain unheard.

I swing the knives with an overwhelming amount of force, anger coursing through my veins.

I will no longer be a prisoner. I will no longer let the shackles of fear pull me down. They will fear me.

There it is. The spark. So evidently clear. No more hiding, no more struggling. I welcome the warmth as I capture the flame in the palms of my hands and spread it throughout my body.

It only takes one flame to to start a fire.

I feel so alive. I can sense the motion of every ounce of flame that wraps around my body. In this moment, fire and I have become one. I spin the blades faster now, looking at the place where Flames should have been and begin the call.

Come to me.

Flames felt the same connection I did when I stumbled upon him two weeks ago. I went to
meet him everyday after that, talking to him
in my mind, hoping that he would be mine. I loved him the moment I laid my eyes on his mighty figure. I hope he feels the same.

Come to me Flames.

There it is. That deafening roar that stops time itself. The silhouette of a beast forms above the forest, it's body coated with astounding scales that shimmer against the morning sunlight. Now comes the hard part, impressing him.

Flames makes his way to the side of me, hovering over the water and his face portrays wrath. Dragons don't like to be tamed, especially not this one. Even though my body is surrounded by fire that I generated, it's not enough.

Eywa, help me.

I think back to all the memories, all the heartbreak that i've stored up for 17 years and I spin these knives like there is no tomorrow. I increase the amount of fire and the heat engulfs me. The sand below me is blazing with fire, the burnt pieces of sand rubbing against my bare feet and I sense all eyes on me.

This move my daughter is how I tamed my dragon. Use it when the time comes.

Mother, this is for you. I throw both knives upwards and jump to catch them. A chain begins to form on either ends of the knives that connect them together. I use this to throw the knives at Flames in midair, aiming at his feet and grab hold of them. He attempts to breaks loose but my grip is too strong. I feel an overwhelming amount of strength that I then use to pull down on the chains which makes Flames fall into the water.

Anger unleashes beasts from within you never knew existed. Harness then release.

Flames arises, his face filled with pure rage. His teeth look menacing and an overwhelming amount of fire comes out of his mouth. I land and my gaze locks with his. I then project the fire beyond the sand and on top of the water, two elements interlocking on top of one another.

I hiss at Flames, a sight so powerful it could destroy entire armies in seconds. My features take the form of anger; clenched fists on the handles of my weapons, furrowed brows, a tense jaw and flared nostrils.

I cut a straight line across my collarbone slowly, looking directly into his eyes.

You will obey me.

I swing the knives in Flames's direction with great force, causing him to move back, startled.

I feel like I can do anything at this moment. I glare at Flames as I sense the fire spreading farther into the sea, growing with every passing second.

He comes to a sudden halt and examines my demeanour thoroughly. I feel that connection grow in my chest as he looks at me with intensity, as if he sees my pain hidden through the protective barrier of the flames surrounding me.

His eyes soften and his gaze shifts onto the ground directly in front. He makes his way towards me and does the most amazing thing.

He bows his head and I hear an unfamiliar voice in my mind.

I am yours. Always and forever.

I look down upon him, realizing what I have just done. I proved them all wrong. I did the impossible. I tamed the most ferocious dragon and now he's mine.

All mine.

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