Different name, the same man

The next morning's sun cast a warm glow over the Khan tribe's village as Derek approached the entrance of the pure blood compound. A determined expression was etched on his features, his steps measured and resolute. He knew the path ahead would be challenging, but he was prepared to face whatever obstacles stood in his way.

As he reached the compound's entrance, his progress was halted by a pair of guards, their disdain evident in both their tone and their eyes. The smug expressions that graced their faces sent a wave of irritation surging through Derek, though he kept his emotions well in check.

"Turn back," one of the guards sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "You have no business here."

Derek's jaw tightened as he met their gazes with a determined stare. He refused to be dismissed, not when the fate of the tribe hung in the balance. "I must see the Chieftain," he asserted firmly, his voice carrying a steely resolve.