REINCARNATION

Andalus - 1200 - part 1

HELLO

HELLO

HELLO

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The hot wind blew warm sand against his cheeks. He'd traveled for many months to the legendary and famous territory named Andalus. A large region near France where the Muslim empire governed. Harry heard countless stories of the peaceful and prosperous state. A country of scientists, linguists, artists, musicians, doctors, teachers, spiritualist, inventors, businessmen, poets, every form of knowledge that anyone could imagine and more... was in Andalus. Discoveries and scientific breakthroughs are made daily, and everything recorded and written and taught to whomever wishes to learn. 

For a brief moment, Harry thought about his country. A lonely boy from a small village where people sit and did nothing but work for the tyrant ruler. Where his country and people deepened in misfortune, ignorance and evil, Andalus was flourishing under their kind and fair rulers. 

Harry brushed the camel's stiff and rough fur. His trusty companion for the months he'd traveled. The large scar, fainted, but still left a mark that ran across its neck. A cruel gift from its old owner. Harry brought it cheap when he brought it near the borders of Barcelona and the empire. He had to fight against the rough and ill-mannered man, who had a temper problem. 

"Only a few more days and we'll be here," said Harry, brushing its mane. 

The curly haired man raised his hand to shield his eyes from the blazing sun, from afar a bright light reflected the sun's rays. The famous lighthouse of Andalus. A tall building that helps negotiate travelers that they are passing the land. 

With his heart full of hope, Harry continued reading the Latin texts on top of his camel.

He'd gone so far. Crossed countless boarders. For Andalus. 

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"Are you a traveler, a business man or a student?" 

Harry gulped. The two guards that stood in front of him were the toughest looking men he'd ever seen in his life. Tall, muscular  with broad shoulders and thick but nicely trimmed beard. Their strong armor and two swords and a long metal spear on hand and in arms.They stood at the front of the front gate of Andalus decorated with the eye-catching two gargantuan dark doors, with intricate metal detailing that stood so high, they resembled more like towers than doors. 

"Do you have a disability? Lack of hearing?" one of the guys asked. 

Harry shook his head, he didn't realize he was entranced by the majesty of mere doors. "Uh, yes. Yes, I am a student. Yes. I am just a student."

"And why do you decide to come to Andalus?" 

"Umm... To learn. Yes. To learn. I've come very far to learn and be a student here. I heard so much great things about this place. It has been my dreams for a while. And... Uhh... I don't have anything with me, I sold my shoe business and left my family to come here. With me, just a few clothes, books, a few gold, and my camel. I'm a poor man you see."