The early morning sun cast a golden hue over the Tunga Tribe's encampment as Gobo, ever the skilled thief-turned-chef, prepared a special breakfast dish for the tribe. His culinary skills were in full display as he deftly seasoned and stirred, ensuring each serving was a delight to the senses.
Meanwhile, Nathen stood beside Chief Kobacha and the wise elder Matiti, engaged in conversation. His thoughts were troubled, lingering on the recent events and the looming threat of Asmoday's return. With a furrowed brow, he broached a question that had been weighing on his mind.
"Have either of you heard the name Abigale before?" Nathen asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
Kobacha furrowed his brow, his weathered face creasing in thought. "Abigale... It does not ring any bells. Our tribe has had little dealings with outsiders, especially those of that name."
Matiti, the elder with ancient wisdom etched in his eyes, shook his head slowly. "No, young Kamihomi, that name does not echo in our histories or stories."
Nathen nodded, his expression grave. "Thank you for your honesty," he murmured, his mind racing with possibilities.
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Meanwhile, Gobo had finished preparing the breakfast and was serving it to the tribe's children, who eagerly gathered around, their eyes bright with anticipation. Laughter and chatter filled the air as they savored the delicious meal, a moment of joy amidst uncertain times.
As Nathen walked through the forest, deep in thought, he suddenly sensed a presence trailing behind him. Instinctively, he readied his powers, flames flickering at his fingertips. With a swift turn, he lunged towards the rustling bush, ready to defend himself.
To his surprise, a young girl about his age emerged, her amber-colored eyes wide with curiosity. Tribal markings adorned her face, a testament to her Tunga heritage. Nathen lowered his guard slightly, studying her intently.
"Why were you following me?" Nathen asked, his voice firm yet curious.
The girl remained silent, her gaze unwavering. Without a word, she darted back towards the tribe, disappearing into the bustling encampment.
Confused but intrigued, Nathen turned to follow her, only to hear laughter overhead. He glanced up to see Gobo and several tribal children perched on a tree branch, their mischievous grins betraying their amusement.
"Seems like you've made a new friend," Gobo teased, his voice carrying across the clearing.
Nathen scowled playfully, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Evening approached, casting long shadows over the forest. As the tribe gathered for their evening rituals, Nathen and Gobo prepared to bid farewell.
"We've learned much here, especially about trust and unity," Gobo remarked, his tone thoughtful.
Nathen nodded in agreement. "But there is still so much I need to understand. About my parents, about this prophecy..."
Chief Kobacha approached them, his expression solemn yet kind. "You have our gratitude, Kamihomi and Gobo. May your journey be guided by wisdom and courage."
With heartfelt farewells exchanged, Nathen and Gobo set off into the gathering dusk, their path uncertain yet filled with purpose. Ahead lay the answers they sought, and the destiny that awaited the Red Rising in the unfolding saga of Taeloria.