The Beginning of The Journey

The Land of Endless Summer

The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body. — Jean Baudrillard.
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Silence reigned in the parched-brown arabian ambience. Golden layers of fine-powdery material hopelessly craved for water, as the excessive exposure of sunlight wiped out any trace of moisture. In the middle of that land, stood a lone man. A red and white kaffiyeh; decorated with a pattern of squares, and secured by a black agal band was worn over his head. His off-white military uniform that was embellished by a golden line along the edges hugged his frame, somehow bestowing an aura of dignity. Around the waist, the curved single-edged sword upheld by a dark, burnished-coloured belt demonstrated the man's origin - the sword which originated in the East. He also wore a greenish-blue pants with black shoes. That man was none other than Shaheen, the expert military bodyguard. And the reason why he came to this barren desert was simply to pacify his rambling thoughts about the death of his friend. Not to mention how this place was his favourite and he'd visit it every now and then.

He actually loved how the desert was full of glittering sand dunes that had been coloured by the alternating light between the night and the day. The seasons were sequencing in shades of grey, white and yellow, where one would draw visions in which the reality is mixed with the imagination.

The night would come with the most breathtaking scene; the sunset, where the sun would celebrate the final concert and enchantingly gets obscured by the darkness of the night.

In Shaheen's concept, the desert, in its paradoxes and transformations, in its weight, lightness, rhythm and silence, and in its superfluousness, was a sense of freedom and enjoyment. He found peace in the silence; or in the specific noises this massive land possessed.

He closed his eyes, attempting to recollect the events and put them in order. Reminiscences of his last meeting with his friend would float in his head, where they were laughing and chatting, unaware of what awaited them in the dark.  The beautiful yet sorrowful memories caused for a frustrated sigh to be heaved, still somewhat unresolved on whether or not to avenge his friend's death. However, when his vision was brought to light, contemplating in the lifelessness that environment bestowed, a reversal notion conquered. Would the revenge bring his friend's life back? Or would it merely take another human's life away? Eventually, and due to the lack of information he had about the alleged man responsible for his friend's death, the Arabian fighter decided on infiltrating G. Corporation - to seek and uncover the truth behind the man named Kazuya Mishima.

". . . Everything begins now." He declared, giving this peaceful land one last glance, before heading to his next destination, Japan.‬

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The End

A/N: Ah, the desert..~ how much I love this place. And Shaheen just perfectly fit in it. It has always been my desire to write about it and then he came! I thank everyone who took the time and read this~! Don't forget to show your love (if you liked it, of course) by voting, or you can always express further by leaving me a review, which will be much appreciated!