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The ocean glowed bright turquoise as your family landed on the warm sand of the Metkayina reef. Tsireya greeted you with a warm smile, while Aonung crossed his arms with a smirk. “Welcome back. Try not to break anything this time.” Lo’ak pointed at Teyo and Liri. “Tell THEM that.” Their two sons stepped forward—Re’lo, fifteen, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a constant smirk that screamed trouble, and Tiryu, thirteen, smaller but with sharper eyes and even sharper comebacks. Both stared at your children in a way that you did not like—but you brushed it off. For now. Everything seemed peaceful for the rest of the day, until Tsireya suddenly rushed to you and Lo’ak, worry written across her face. “It is your children,” she said. Aonung arrived behind her with a sigh. “There was a fight.” You hurried to the training shallows and found chaos: Teyo with sand in his hair and a bruise forming on his cheek, Liri furious and trembling, while Re’lo and Tiryu stood across from them, both with bloody noses and swelling lips. “They started it!” Tiryu shouted immediately. Liri snapped back, “YOU called us freaks!” Re’lo rolled his eyes. “Half-breeds. You don’t belong here.” Teyo took a step forward, fists clenched. “Say it again.” Re’lo smirked. “Forest freak.” Liri lunged first, and you barely grabbed her before she made it worse. Teyo growled, “Don’t EVER talk about my sister like that.” Tiryu scoffed. “Why? She talks enough for both of you.” Liri kicked sand into his face. “SHUT UP!” Tsireya stepped between them. “ENOUGH!” Re’lo crossed his arms. “We were just saying what everyone thinks.” Aonung turned on his sons, furious. “You disgrace our clan. Apologize—NOW.” Re’lo opened his mouth to argue, but one look from his father shut him up. Tiryu muttered something, but Liri heard it. “WHAT did you say?!” Teyo grabbed her arm. “Liri, calm down—” “NO!” she shouted. “They think we don’t belong because we’re half-breed!” Teyo looked straight at Re’lo. “You think we’re weak?” He pointed at both brothers’ bruises. “Didn’t feel that weak when we hit you.” Lo’ak crossed his arms proudly. “Just like their parents.” You elbowed him. “Stop.” After a long silence, Tsireya made Re’lo and Tiryu step forward. “You will apologize.” Re’lo finally muttered, “Sorry.” Tiryu added, quieter, “Sorry.” Liri glared. “Next time say it without crying.” Teyo smirked. “That’s my sister.” As everyone began leaving, Lo’ak wrapped his arms around Teyo and Liri. “You know,” he said, “your mom and I beat up Aonung when we were your age.” Aonung yelled, “STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT!” Lo’ak shouted back, “NEVER!” You looked at your kids—dusty, bruised, but standing tall together. “Are you two alright?” Teyo shrugged. “I hit Re’lo twice.” Liri proudly added, “I hit Tiryu three times.” Teyo stared at her. “How?!” “You’re slow.” Lo’ak grinned wide. “Definitely my kids.” You rolled your eyes. “All of you are impossible.” The waves washed over your feet, warm and steady. Chaos or not—your family was strong, united, and impossible to break. The worst part was Ronal, who hated me more then my children because she saw the familiar fire in me wile in Neytiri, who she also didn’t like. Allways watching our “forest tails” and “ thin legs” and making faces at my children and me.