who is he

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The morning after the cleansing ceremony, the Targari city buzzed with conversation. From the market stalls to the warrior camps, one topic dominated all others—Leo's birthmark.

"It's the mark of Ordos."

"No, it's Takim's. I have seen the old scrolls. It matches exactly."

"And he, too, was not swallowed by the earth."

The words spread like desert fire, igniting curiosity, awe, and even fear.

Some saw it as a sign from the gods, proof that Leo's arrival was no coincidence. Others whispered of old prophecies, warnings of a warrior who would bring war upon Targari.

Inside the Scouts' stronghold, Nayomi sat in deep thought. She had never been one to dwell on myths, but now, the pieces were falling into place.

Leo bore Takim's mark.

Leo had not been swallowed by the earth.

Leo had come from Delia.

It was too much to ignore.

She needed to speak with him.

Yet, when she stood outside his tent, her words refused to come.

Inside, Leo sat cross-legged, his mind equally restless. He had always known he was different, but this? Why did Nayomi suddenly care?

She had been distant, calculating, yet now she hovered near his tent as if searching for something in him.

The realization was unsettling.

Why did she look at him like he was more than just a prisoner?

As the Targari city continued its debates, two warriors sat in silence—both searching for answers neither was ready to face.

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