KarysPea
...In the mists of time, before the mountains wore their present faces and the rivers had sung their longest songs, there lived a Chieftain whose name was etched into the very soul of his people. He was a man blessed by the celestial powers, his heart a wellspring of unwavering devotion to the tribe he led. Under his stewardship, they prospered, their lands fertile, their warriors strong, their spirits untamed. The gods themselves had smiled upon them, granting them favor in the harsh, unforgiving wilderness. Yet, even the most favored can falter, and the noblest heart can be ensnared by beauty beyond mortal reckoning...
...The biting wind was a constant companion, a familiar sculptor of the barren plains and jagged peaks that Kiala called home. Her tribe, the Ashari, were a people woven from the very fabric of the land, their lives a relentless dance with the seasons, their survival a testament to resilience. Kiala, even as a child, knew the rhythm of this nomadic existence intimately. She understood the hurried packing of tents under a bruised twilight sky, the weary trek under a sun that promised no mercy, and the hushed anxiety that clung to the elders like a shroud. There was always a reason for their ceaseless movement, a subtle shift in the wind, a distant rumble that spoke of a threat unseen, a danger that the Ashari had learned to respect, and fear...
Twin flames ignite in this slow burn romance, with the wrath of the gods forcing them apart a man will stop at nothing to find is love again.