Kaelen is a broken man. A former soldier paralyzed by a rebel's bullet, he has spent ten years trapped in a wheelchair, haunted by memories of movement, freedom, and purpose. When the RDA Corporation offers him a chance to walk again through their Avatar Program, he signs without hesitation. The mission: travel to the alien world of Verath, link with a genetically engineered Na'vi-like body, and gather intelligence on the indigenous Omaticaya clan. The Company wants their land. Commander Thorne wants their weaknesses. Kaelen just wants to feel his legs beneath him again.

He gets more than he bargained for.

Waking on Verath is a rebirth. The planet is alive—bioluminescent forests pulse with light, floating mountains defy gravity, and every living thing is connected through Eywa, a planetary consciousness that binds all life. Kaelen walks. He runs. He breathes air so sweet it feels like drowning in honey. For the first time in a decade, he is whole.

But he is not welcome.

Captured by the Omaticaya near their sacred Tree of Voices, Kaelen faces the clan's matriarch, Anya, and her fierce daughter, Seri. Seri sees him as just another sky-person—a liar, a spy, a bringer of death. She is assigned to teach him their ways, and she does so with cold efficiency and barely concealed hostility. But as days pass, as Kaelen stumbles through lessons in silence, movement, and connection, something shifts. He touches the roots of Eywa and experiences the memories of the dead. He bonds with a wild ikran—a mountain banshee—something no sky-person has ever done. He begins to see Verath not as a mission objective, but as a home.

And he begins to see Seri. Not as his captor, but as his teacher. His friend. His reason to stay.

But the clock is ticking. Every seven days, Kaelen must link back to his human body and report to Thorne. He provides coordinates, identifies weaknesses, watches Thorne's smile grow wider as the attack date approaches. The guilt consumes him. When Thorne reveals the invasion is imminent—three weeks until Hometree burns—Kaelen makes his choice.

He confesses everything to Seri.

The truth shatters her trust but galvanizes the clan. Anya calls a gathering of all Verath's peoples, and Kaelen stands before thousands, a former enemy begging to be believed. He offers them a chance: knowledge of human tactics, awareness of their enemy's weaknesses, a desperate hope. The clans prepare for war.

As dawn breaks and Thorne's metal birds darken the sky, Kaelen stands beside Seri, his face painted for battle, his ikran screaming overhead. He came to Verath a broken man seeking to walk again. He found something greater: a people, a world, a reason to fight.

Book One ends as the first flames fall and the battle for Verath begins.

Kaelen woke to find Seri already awake, watching him with red-rimmed eyes.


"For staying. For not giving up on me."


He reached up, touched her face. "I will never give up on you. That's not how this works."


She almost smiled. Almost. "We need to talk about what comes next."


She sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees. "The clan is broken. We have maybe two hundred survivors. No home. No food stores. No hope." Her voice was flat, analytical—the voice of someone holding themselves together by sheer will. "We can't fight. We can barely survive. If Thorne finds us here, we're dead."


"Eventually. They have satellites. Drones. They'll sweep this whole area." She looked at him. "We need to leave Verath."


"The other clans. The Metkayina, in the oceans. They offered sanctuary once, years ago. Maybe they still do." Her voice cracked slightly. "We can't stay here, Kaelen. There's nothing left for us here."


He looked around the cave—at the survivors, the wounded, the broken. At the forest beyond, still smoking in places, still burning with the memory of fire.


Chapter 40 - CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: The Embers