Wild Heart

This Story will update only when i have time so there is no regular schedule

a world where shadows hold secrets and the moon whispers tales of ancient power, the refugee camp stood as an unlikely sanctuary. Nestled in a remote wilderness far from the bustling cities, it was a place where the broken sought solace and the lost found purpose.

Among the maze of tents and flickering torches, one figure moved with a confidence that belied his youth. Tanzi, the enigmatic son of the feared and respected Savannah, possessed a presence that demanded attention. His long black hair, streaked with crimson, caught the light as he walked, and his lean, well-sculpted physique only added to his allure. But it was his eyes-striking violet, with a hidden depth of red and black-that truly set him apart.

Tanzi's reputation preceded him among the seasoned members of the camp. They knew of his formidable powers, his mastery of dark fire and ice, his ability to slip in and out of shadows, and his talent for creating illusions and casting curses. They had seen the consequences of underestimating him, and they treated him with a mix of caution and respect.

Yet, for the new recruits, Tanzi's youth was a blind spot-a fatal mistake. They saw him as a challenge, an opportunity to assert their dominance. Little did they know that beneath his calm demeanor lay a darkness ready to be unleashed.

One such recruit, a seasoned warrior new to the camp, had been watching Tanzi from the shadows. Emboldened by the young man's apparent naivety, he sought to make his mark. He approached Tanzi with a grin that spoke of malice, unaware of the peril he was inviting.

"Think you can just walk through here without showing some respect, boy?" the campmate sneered, blocking Tanzi's path.

The stage was set, and the encounter that followed would leave an indelible mark on the camp. Tanzi's patience, his restraint, and ultimately, the sheer force of his bloodlust would be a lesson none would soon forget.