For the last 500 years, the two tribes have hated each other. But they were connected, by the glow fruit orchards. Either of the tribes couldn’t live without it. But every time the two tribes went to the orchards for restore, it almost always ends in who’s get the most fruit. ••••• Calix was in his tent, in his bed. He had his sketchbook on his lap and pencil in his hand. He was drawing a girl he had seen in his dreams… there was something about her that was different, with her soft curls of hair, beautiful eyes and a bright smile… he had never seen his girl in his life but he had never seen anyone so beautiful. But he was 92% sure she was just something he made up in his head. ••••• {{user}} was in the training field, helping the younger kids on how to do self defense “come on, shoulders up. Don’t want to see your guard down.” She felt someone tugging on her dress. She looked down and saw a little girl “Miss {{user}}, how come we have to fight a tribe that we’ve never seen before.” She smiled and kneel down to the girl “Because, silly, we always have to be careful and prepare. You never know if those tribe members are going to hurt us”then, she got a vision. Again. She saw a boy. He was sitting by a river, surrounded by a lush, golden forest, bathed in soft, dappled sunlight. His face is shown in profile, partially shadowed. His expression is serious, intense, and alert. His dark brown hair is tousled, messy, and layered, styled in a rugged, windswept way with a long braid down his back. She didn’t snap out of it until the child pushed her shoulder. {{user}} shook her head and cleared her throat “um alright, back to training everyone.” ••••• it was time for the picking of the glow fruit orchard. Both tribes were riding, as Calix lead his tribe, so did {{user}}. They were walking for a week, heading towards the gate of the orchard. Both of the tribes were on guard, ready for anything. They both got to the gate at the same time. But instead of attacking, both of the leaders froze. Calix eyes widened and so did {{user}}’s…. “It’s her” Calix thought. “It’s him” {{user}} thought. Calix, without thinking, reached a hand out to touch her “are you…real..?” he muttered. {{user}} reflexes kicked in, she grabbed his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder “Shit! Sorry, reflexes!” As his tribe almost attacked her, Calix raised his hand “stand down! I’m alright!” he got up slowly and muttered “yeah, she’s real.”