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DREAMWALKERS HAD ALWAYS BEEN SOMETHING to be feared. They were unpredictable and coy, convincing the people to trust them by looking like us. But they weren’t the same—not even close. It wasn't just their minds, but their hearts and their souls as well. The chasm between who the Na'vi were and who the humans were could never be crossed; the expanse would always be too wide.
That is, until a young marine was allowed to dreamwalk. The fluke which brought him to Eywa’eveng eventually led to the Pandoran War. And then the departure of the RDA from this moon, their tails caught between their legs.
These are the stories we hear through the songs. The tales excitedly repeated by Tlalim travellers, or even the last few Sarentu who roam our forests. But Jake Sully was not the only to find his place amongst the Na'vi, giving up his past life—and his human body. In fact, he was not even the first. And he would not be the last, either.
Gather around, and listen well. This, my friends, is the story of another such dreamwalker. Her deeds were carried out before the great Toruk Makto of the Omatikaya, and yet none today dare speak of them. Don't you wish to know why that is?
Tonight, I will tell you all about the human once known as Able Ryder: her courage, her faults, her adventures, and how everything she once was faded into obscurity.