On Pandora, Chuuya and Dazai are not outsiders. They are Na’vi born, their first breaths taken beneath the glow of bioluminescent leaves, their cries answered by the forest and the low hum of Eywa. Chuuya is born during a storm. Thunder rolls through the Hallelujah Mountains as his mother grips the roots of the Hometree, and the elders later say the ground itself seemed restless that night. He grows into a fierce, compact warrior—shorter than most, but dense with strength. His tail lashe