She sprinted through the dense forest, her fractured legs hindering her progress, while her left leg bled from an insect bite. Tattered clothing and a bare head hinted at months of hardship. Lost and disoriented, it was clear she had no idea where she was headed. Nearby, a massive weeping tree had fallen, a fresh memorial to her plight.
Then, a sudden storm materialized, shrouding her in its fury. Five seconds later, the tempest abated. He had been observing her since she entered the forest, awed by the miraculous encounter. In all his time in the desert, he'd never witnessed a human until today when God brought her to him. No matter how fast she ran, fate had placed her at his feet.
He refrained from speaking hastily, for only God knew the agony she would endure if she fell to the ground. Tsura, who had also observed, estimated her age at no more than sixteen, a child left to fend for herself, victimized by oppressors. He clapped his hands, and her wounds vanished. She requested a change of clothes, revealing a breathtaking beauty that defied description.
As for who he was or where the girl had come from, the answers remained elusive. The girl, upon awakening in this strange place, would likely experience sheer panic at finding herself in the company of this mysterious man.
