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Story Idea No.4!

This is an AVATAR fan fiction (The flipping James Cameron one you idiots)

It will be called 'Oel Ngati Kameie' and I also have writer's block on this one... and I also don't think many people will actually read it but what the heck let's give you a taster anyway.

Here is the first chapter:

I’ve read just about every Pandora survival guide I can lay my hands on. I’m not meant to know what lies beyond our solar system, but they cannot hide it from me. I know there are other worlds out there, I know what they are like and I know there are plans to use these worlds to our advantage.

My dad is a scientist; when I was young he got on a mission to Pandora, a world much different than mine. It doesn’t happen often, but some humans are chosen to go to Pandora. About 15 years ago there was a huge war on the planet of Pandora involving us, no-one speaks about it, but the war had changed everyone’s lives. Ever since the war, not many humans have been chosen to go to Pandora anymore. And if they do get chosen, they are always scientists, not marines or commanders, they are researchers or scientists.

Occasionally, (about every 2 years or so) some scientists return from Pandora, some of them know and work with my father, so sometimes they pass by and drop off information to me. That’s how I know so much about the Na’vi. Everything about Pandora is strictly classified, but not to me.

I’m 12 years old, I’m young I know, but if I went to Pandora right now, it would take 5 years to get there meaning I could easily be part of the Avatar programme by the age of 17. It seems impossible, but the Avatar programme still exists. I know so.

I often dream of being in my Avatar body, living among the Na’vi as one of the People. I wish that I could join them, breathe the clean air and dig my feet into the soil. No more water shortages, no more bankruptcy, no more concrete, no more sulphurous air, no more fences, just free. My elders have killed their mother, so the name ‘Earth’ for my planet is just ironic now.   

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You wouldn’t believe how little school has changed from 100 years ago, apart from the fact that children can’t play outside anymore. The risk of getting burned from the acidic rain is too great, and the air is no longer safe to breathe.

The bell goes off and everyone leaves the classroom to go to their lockers. Finally, I can finish reading my new survival guide and brush up on my Na’vi grammar rules. I know I will never go to Pandora, but I can still dream, and I can still learn Na’vi.

I’m walking down to corridor clutching my school bag when suddenly a man brushes past me and jolts me. I drop my bag and the contents fall out, I gasp as my survival guide flies across the floor and I quickly go to grab it. No one can know about it. No one.

The man who jolted me beats me to it and picks up the survival guide first.

“Pardon me,” I quickly say, “I need that back.”

He continues to stare at it.

“It’s not mine,” I lie, realising that he’s not going to give it back, “I was just handing it over actually.”

“Huh. Tell me, fyape nìltsan si nga plltxe na'vi?” [How well do you speak Na’vi?]

I didn’t even think about it, “Tsatseng nìtxan ne nume. oe plltxe na'vi nìltsan.” [There is much to learn, but I speak it well.] The words just flowed out of my mouth like Na’vi is my mother tongue.

“Za'u.” [Come.] he commanded and put his hand on my shoulder. I forget about my bag and decide to follow him, anything was better than sticking around this old place.

He takes me into an empty room and sits me down; he has a serious face expression, which could only mean bad news. I’ve been found out.

“What is your name?” he asks.

“Alkira.” I answer quickly, “Look, I can explain-”

He puts his hand up, “I don’t need any explanations. However, I think you do.” He reaches into his suit pocket and takes out some sort of wallet, “I work for the Pandora Avatar programme. I came here looking for some teachers willing to be a part of it, but now I realise I shouldn’t have been looking for teachers, I need pupils.”

I sit there trying to work out what he was saying.

“I can tell that you are perfectly aware that you should not possess this information,” he continues, “but as you are only a child, and your father is a very trust-worthy man, I shall turn a blind eye. Tell me how long you have been able to access this information?” he holds up my survival guide.

I decide to answer truthfully, seeing that this man trusts my father, “As long I can remember, sir. My father has always been… passionate… about his job and I suspect that he wants me to carry on his work.”

He smiles, “That is exactly what he wants you to do.” He replies, “Of course, if you don’t want to that’s fine, but I have to ask you to do something for me.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“You are aware of the Avatar programme, are you not?”

“Yes, I know about it.”

“Do you realise how it has been changed slightly?” he questions.

I shake my head, “No?”

“Well, as of 3 months ago, all links have been… permanent. We no longer see a reason to make the link temporary so they are now permanent. We’ve developed the technology to do this and now we are gathering recipients to test the technology and also carry on the current researchers’ works.” He pauses for breath, “So what I’m saying is; will you be one of our first recipients?”

I take a few moments to answer, could this man be seriously suggesting that I could go to Pandora and live as one of the Na’vi? Am I dreaming?

“It’s okay if you want to decline,” he says, “I perfectly understand if you want to stay here and keep your life. Maybe become a researcher and find out how to fix this planet’s problems.”

“No.” I quickly answer. Who in their right mind would want to stay on Earth? “I accept.”

The school bell rings meaning it was time to return back to my lesson.

The man nods, “We better be off now.”

“Yes.” I mumble and walk out of the door towards my classroom, but the man stops me.

“Oh you won’t need to return to your lesson.” He says, “You’re coming with me.” He guides me through the door to the car park (everything is inside, so all buildings attach onto roofed car parks to protect everyone from the Earth’s toxic air)

“Step into my car, I’ll take you home so you can gather your belongings.” He commands.

“Woah, wait,” I protest, “You just expect me to get in your car and let you take me places? This doesn’t seem legal.”

“Alkira, you can trust me, I work for your father. And do really want to stay on this disgusting planet any longer?”

“Not really.” I answer.

“Well then, step into my car, I’ll take you to Pandora straight away.”

“Just like that?” I ask.

“Yes, we cannot wait any longer, the journey is five years and my time is extremely valuable.” He explains.

I don’t refuse and step into his car. I tell him my address and he takes me to my home. Less than half an hour later and I come back out of my house with all the stuff he told me I would need, which wasn’t that much.

“It’s going to be a long five years,” he says as I dump my stuff into the back seat, “But in that time we should be able to get you a sufficient amount of training in order for you to work your Avatar body.”

I sit down, “Sounds exciting.”