wn of
s silence that enveloped the Palace of the Sun of Ages, that majestic citadel which had regained its grandeur after Azarukh, the Fire King, returned to
adows twisted like serpents, Zahariq the Jinn-the Sun of Ages' loyal
rom black meteorite stone, his eyes glowing like coal, scanning the distant horizon.
ht was no or
pierced the palace, echoing like a lightning strike in a gra
ed his head, his eyes wide
ered to
phecy has fina
eat and blood, screaming in pain, while the investigator Muhammad sto
ld, crying fiercely, as if it had emerged
h tear-filled eyes as Muhammad
ell, the price of our escape from the palace. Give
e cold and sh
against his chest with equal measures of caution and awe. He emerged from the room, each step heavy, the crie
black manuscript he had found years before
Child of
ntil he realized that the letters concealed
:
the pass
ortality,
Parents," was the prophecy he h
eborn from a child born
approaching newborns, as if the palace itself were breathing new life. He opened his arms
.. my awa
he Newborn to
what the future might hold. In his hands, he cradled the newborn, the tiny body trembl
and presented him to the sheikh, his
n, Sheikh Sh
footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor. He reached out to take the c
l of authority and
Son of Goodness, the Guardian of the H
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