I think this is probably the most honest thing I've ever written since I was a teenager. It has been a while since I wrote something so dark.
I found myself crying when the azaan echoed across the streets of Petrybloom. Petrybloom had left a bitter taste in my mouth. It was far too similar to New Damascus in that matter. Julrihat's behaviour towards Lorelei had made me suspicious.
The language of Bahram and what Saira normally spoke was different from the ages-old dynasty founded by that cruel man. Julrihat's own Khuskarii was more Amîranni than influenced by the centuries-old Old Alwaelli Arabic. Julrihat's own language was that of Khuskarii of the Bellanÿ Empire. It was very different when compared to Asghari Alwaelli. It was astounding how Sara had learned the language of Asghari Alwaelli people.
Saira Lakhlan was the man's great-grandmother...As I walked downstairs, Sun-Ya toddling alongside me, I could catch a few engravings of psalms quoting the Quran. I hummed, attempting to soothe my worries than Sun-Ya's.
I was shocked how Julrihat would allow his father to be arrested.
That's not a very Telabi'binassad thing to do...Then again, five generations tear Bashar from Julrihat.
Karma has an odd thing of punishing people. Farzad , Abdullah and Julrihat had nothing to do with the Founder and Bashar's mistakes. These were different men from the latter two.
What a waste..I commented to herself cynically. After that bastard forsake Lorelei and broke her heart, why would he be surprised?
Sun-Ya gasped as she toddled to find the remains of amethyst and a crystal containing titanium box. It was a crafted fuel box activated by intranet - an intranet that had been deactivated thousands of years ago, when the Emperor had conquered Shajaak from Asghari New Damascene forces.
Picking up the old power generator, I confirmed my suspicions. There was engraved an old seal with the Founder's name on it. This was New Damascene technology.
Abdullah's voice could be heard from to the south-west. He was humming a Syrian-Asghari song. Perhaps it's a defense mechanism this strange family of Humans have. Even the Founder was constantly humming when he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Perhaps he was singing a psalm.
« Careful, Sun-Ya. »
A broken voice echoed within one of the ten square meter cells:
« I tried to use that... I had no idea it needs to be connected to an intranet. »
Julrihat's dark tan face was shriveled and painfully thin. His dark eyes were now sunken and filled with dark circles.
« Julrihat - do you realize you needed something else to power this? This is a radioactive crystal that is also powered with alien forces. »
« I know... New Damascene universities barely have something about the subject and when they do, they need a special authorization. I couldn't bear to say the name of the man responsible for that technology. There's nothing like that in our kingdom. »
« Where's Abdullah? »
« He's five cells to the right. I could manage to talk to him, allahimdullah! The prison guards are human, but the trial has been comprised of only dragons! I miss eating almonds and hazelnuts with my daughter...I miss talking about her sweet mom, how she was the queen of the night! »
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Simpler times with Sun-Ya
FantasyI decided that since Al-Tahir is left wounded at the end of this one-shot, I'll post it for mature audiences. Sorry for my sense of humor. Basically this is what the title implies - Sara and her adoptive sister Sun Ya back at the Parvati-Suki Inn...
