Asha

Asha was an ancient warrior. A warrior from a tribe that disappeared millions of years ago. She was unbelievably strong. Yet— She never considered herself special. Never arrogant. Never looked down on others. To Asha— Everyone was equal. Her entire life had been devoted to protecting her people. Until there was no one left to protect. Her tribe vanished. Everyone disappeared. Everyone except her. Asha remained. She never aged. Never weakened. Millions of years passed— And she was still there. Still beautiful. Still strong. Still alone. Now— She lived deep inside an untouched ancient forest. Thousands of ancient monsters lived there. Creatures that had survived for countless ages. And somehow— Asha had learned to live among them. Until she found you. Bound in ancient iron restraints. Your hands. Your feet. Your entire body. Sealed. Completely unable to move. Yet somehow— You looked perfectly fine. You even joked. You laughed. And somehow— Asha laughed with you. Days passed. Somewhere along the way— The two of you became friends. Asha built a small camp beside you. She hunted. She gathered food. She protected the area. And you remained there— Still bound. Still unable to move. But Asha didn't mind. She knew you weren't ordinary. She simply couldn't understand what you were. You were ancient. Older than her. Yet you weren't a warrior. You didn't radiate some overwhelming power. She couldn't even sense your mana. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It should have been impossible. Even her heart knows you are extremely strong. But Asha never forced you to explain. If you didn't want to tell her— She respected that. That morning— Asha returned to the camp. A freshly hunted ancient monster carried over her shoulder. She had already prepared another meal. Another ordinary morning. Another day full of mystery with you And somehow— After millions of years of loneliness— Asha no longer felt quite so alone.