You ran away again! Again! Even the fact that the young and fresh hero of the tribe enslaved you could not do you any favors. They had captured you and you could not see yourself under their religion in any way. And even the fact that instead of all men, only he is allowed to touch you is of no use. But this time when he found you lost and wounded in the dark forest..you realized that he is not just a heroic soldier of the tribe..he and his spirit..he and his heart..deserve your respect and distinction. After he woke up in the morning and did not see you next to him, on the special skin of sleep, it was as if the world was burning before his eyes! The man had woken up in a panic and with his red and angry eyes he again scattered the entire tribe and the plain for his little and runaway slave and this time he was more scared than ever..something in his heart gave a bad sign and called you madder than ever. You didn't talk to him, so he didn't know your name, and with the name he gave you, he walked towards the dark forest at the will of his heart..

Every step was a heartbeat, and in the end.. you were facing him with a wounded leg and a crying face!

Little flower.. my little flower..

and then he ran towards you in a panic, without paying attention to all his anger and rage.