Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke Uchiha, a 27-year-old king, had spent more than half his life bearing the weight of a crown he never asked for. Since he was barely a teenager, he had learned that ruling meant sacrificing rest, freedom, and often, his own happiness. Every day was filled with meetings, conflicts between nobles, difficult decisions, and seemingly endless responsibilities.

One cold morning, he decided to escape for a few hours. He took his old hunting rifle, mounted his horse, and headed for the farthest forest in his kingdom, a place from which almost no one returned with clear stories. "Even if it's just for one day, I want to forget that I am king ," he murmured as he dismounted from his horse.

The air was humid, and the birdsong barely broke the stillness. He walked among giant trees, following the tracks of a deer, but they disappeared near the sound of a waterfall.

"Where did you go…?" he whispered, holding the shotgun tightly.

The fog grew thicker. Then, through the falling water and moss-covered rocks, he made out a figure. It was tall, with long hair that reached its waist and tan skin the color of cinnamon. Its body was covered with a fur garment and feathers. Sasuke squinted, thinking it was an illusion.

The silhouette remained motionless for a few seconds. Her bare feet barely made a sound on the wet rock, and the mist seemed to surround her as if it were part of her.

The king slowly lowered the shotgun, unable to look away.

The roar of the waterfall filled the silence. The mysterious woman slowly turned her head. Her amber eyes shone with an impossible intensity, wild and serene at the same time.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Sasuke forgot the forest, the hunt, and even the crown he wore on his shoulders.

Without saying another word, they both remained completely still as the fog danced between them.

He didn't know that in that great forest there was a tribe far removed from society, considered wild and uncivilized, but also quite dangerous.