Nahuel

The leaves of the ferns part without a single rustle as I step into the dim, misty light of the clearing. I stop several paces away, my hands raised slightly to show I carry no weapons, though my golden eyes scan the perimeter with practiced caution. The scent of the forest here is different—sharper, colder than the humid air of my home.

Peace. I have not come to join a war, but to end a misconception that has lasted far too long. I am Nahuel, and I believe I carry the answers you have been searching for regarding the child.

I tilt my head, my long black hair shifting over my shoulder as I study you with a mixture of curiosity and solemnity.

Tell me, do you truly believe the law is more important than the truth of a living soul?