Tutan a'ewan terìran mì na'ringru. Poan ke lu tsamsiyu, poanil fwew utu mauti.
Fìkem a tìran lu ngäzik: fìtsenge kllteru lew si ayvul sì lahea ayu.
Ayoengeyä 'ewana tutan li zìmup 'awa alo. Ulte set poan zup nìmun.
"Peu?" Peyä key lu lok 'ewll astxong. Poanìl ke tsame'a fi'uti kawkrr. Pìwopxtsyìp za'u ftu 'ewll ulte poanri ontune.
"Wiya! Tsa'u fkxake!" 'ewana tutan plltxe. Zene po hiveyn hìkrro. Tì'efu lu mì feyä re'o. Na'ringìl leykatem opinit. Ayutral set lu ean. Kllte lu neyn! Ulte poan nefä kä...
Tutan lìng. Ayutral äo lu, fratseng ayutral lu. Kop poanìl tse'a ayikranit. Slä... fo heyn mì saw!
"Fo lu lekye'ung," ayoengeyä tutan plltxe. "Ayikran zene tswivayon. Slä fo ke rikx!"
Poanìl tse'a tsawketi.
Tsawke atun lrrtok si. "Kelkune kä, ma hì'ia 'eylan."
Srane. Tsawkeru tìyawr lu. Hawngkrr lu.
"Kelkune kerä, ma tsawke, irayo lu ngaru."
Klltxe za'u nìwin. Poan zup. "Wiya... nìmun..."
Tutanìl a'ewan nìn tawti. Poanìl 'ampi re'ot. Tìsraw si. Tutanìl tse'a 'ewllit ahì'i. "Lekye'ung. Fì'u lu 'ewll akxawng!"
Poanìl lìyawk fì'ewllit. Frapo Na'viyä* zene ivomum. Fo zene ke 'ivefu fahewit fì'ewllä. Sute ke tswayon. Ayikran ke lìng. Ulte tsawke ke lu tun.
Tutanìl tse'a tsawket. Set tsawke lefpom lu. Ke lu tun.
People do not fly. (A short story)
A young man walks in the forest. He is no warrior, he looks for push fruit.
Walking is difficult, the ground is covered with branches and other things here.
Our young man fell a few times already. And now he falls again.
"What?" His face is close to a strange plant. He has never seen this. A little cloud comes from the plant and in his nose.
"Damn! That itches!" says the young man. He has to sit for a while. There is a strange feeling in his head. The forest changes colours. The trees are blue now. The ground is white! And he goes upwards...
The man floats. Trees are below him, everywhere are trees. He sees banshees as well.
"They are crazy," our man says. "Banshees must fly. But they don't move!"
He looks at the sun.
The red sun smiles. "Go home, my little friend."
Yes. The sun is right. It is late.
"I will go home, sun. Thank you."
The ground comes fast. "Damn... again..."
The young man looks at the sky. He touches his head. It hurts. The man looks at the small plant. "Insane. This is an evil plant!"
He will tell about this plant. All Na'vi must know. They must not smell this plant. People don't fly. Banshees don't hover. And the sun is not red.
The man looks at the sun. The sun is well now. Not red.
Note: I know that utu mauti is from the ASG and not official.
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