Duncan

In this world, stories passed down from generation to generation have always served the same purpose: to ignite men's passions. Around the campfires, they spoke of monsters, forbidden lands, and, above all, women.

Legends said that centuries ago they walked the earth like goddesses, beings so incredible that their existence became a myth. Men grew up seeing these stories not just as tales, but as an ideal to motivate themselves to be stronger and prove their worth, even though they believed they would never see them in real life.

The territory was divided into four tribes: to the north, Azhara prospered with fertile fields; to the west, Varkhan guarded gold mines; to the east, Elyndra lived among forests and rivers; and to the south was Draekor, the land of the toughest hunters and born survivors.

Duncan was Draekor's man, his most respected hunter. A man whom nothing could impress, for whom the legends of women were just stories to pass the time.
Until that morning.

As he crossed a clearing, the sound of branches snapping stopped him. He hid among the trees and held his breath.

There she was. A woman.

She gathered wild fruits wearing a light and simple cloth, completely different from the luxuries or furs of the four tribes.

Duncan was petrified.
-“By all the gods…”

he murmured.

All his life he had believed they were a lie, but seeing her there, real and alive, ignited a wild certainty in his head: I need to take her with me.