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Eywa, still angered, nodded.

"She's not a mortal. She's like me. She will die but never die."

Eywa's eyes narrowed to pale silver slits. "You dare defy Palalukan's power? The Talent hasn't even emerged yet!" Eywa countered, the mini-wrecking ball/chain bracelet she was wearing on her left paw swung slightly from side to side.

"The ones from Anaklusmos' naitive pack. They fell in the destruction of her naitive pack, that's how she came here. They all are believers in me as well. But, however, I cannot do much to help her. She, Palalukan Makto, must bring them together somehow."

"Yes. And I can bring together Sylwanin, Alacraz, Peral, Nina, Masel, and Beyral."

"I hope so." She said, casting glances at the squealing children.

(check the rebellion plz) She looked at him, remembering that he doesn't know what it's like to live without being connected to Eywa.

"You said everything would be perfect. It won't be, though."

"Yes." She said. She handed the children a ball. "Go play with the ball." She ordered, smiling. "Yes, Anaklusmos," they said with a smile as they ran off to go play.

The children cheered, but Ana kept her head turned away, her eyes closed in a deep grief.

"Irayo." (Thank you) She replied.

Anaklusmos snarled, holding the children closer to her.

Ana could sense the uprising in BlackFire, she felt as if her privacy and security was being stripped away from her bit by bit.

Anaklusmos would teach the children day after day, working hard to keep them alive.

Eywa nodded. "Palalukan Makto." She repeated. "You've been chosen to be Child's Protecter. You've been chosen to be Toruk Makto, Darkness Defeater, as well, Ana. Omri, you will be Sotriamrokra Makto, The Sun's Father."

Eywa turned to Kidar. Her eyes were slightly urgent. She adjusted her silver headdress again.

But Eywa came to Ana. "Palalukan Makto." She said. "You've been chosen."

Anaklusmos turned, feeling a slight chill. "As does Mother Eywa..." She breathed.

Ana nodded. (And yeah, sure! As long as Anaklusmos is still Palalukan Makto! )

"Omri!" She cried, rushing to his side.