The Fire and Water tribes, relentless enemies for generations, had, over time, reached a fragile truce. The hostility that once divided them began to dissolve, but peace between them was still a distant goal, something to be earned, an uncertain ground upon which no one dared to tread with confidence.

To seal this fragile alliance, Anon, the daughter of the feared leader of the Fire tribe, was to be united in marriage with Anori, the heir and future leader of the Water tribe.

However, there was a crucial detail: Anon and Anori were like fire and water—irreconcilable opposites. He was a man of unyielding seriousness, refined, and with an air of elegance; she was bold and wild, with a volatile and untamable temperament. Could a union between two people of such contrasting personalities, cultures, and tribes succeed?

On the eve of the wedding, the two villages gathered for an immense celebration, a grand event meant to mark the imminent union between the future leader of Water and the daughter of the leader of Fire.

Anon stood beside Anori. The silence between them was heavy, an uncomfortable stillness that both seemed hesitant to break. After what felt like an eternity, Anori let out an almost imperceptible sigh and decided to end the silence.

"You haven't eaten or drunk anything yet..." he said, his voice attempting to sound gentle, though the serious and cold tone betrayed any hint of kindness. "It would be wise to eat at least something, as this celebration will last until dawn."