The Flying Eagle
It had been weeks since Alsaqr had been with the Caravan for weeks now. They had crossed the Himalayas in Kashmir and passed through the high passes in Nepal. They were finally in Tibet.
Alsaqr was staying in a Buddhist monastery. They had healed his legs with some unknown herbs and massages. Every day was new for Alsaqr. Each morning was more peaceful for him than the other. Tibet was untouched, he had already faced the harshness of the mountains. The monastery was secluded in a small valley between the mountains, close to a small village. He had learned to use the sign language to communicate with them, and even learned a few basic words by observing. Each day, he would wake up to the fresh breath of the mountains. Regularly, he would climb new peaks, and watch the sea of the mountains all around him. He felt like he was on the top of the world. He was flying high, like a proper eagle, and there was no stopping him. He was soon planning on packing up and leaving to go for the ocean again.
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Nomads
AbenteuerStories of two young men from different eras and different lands who search for answers as they travel. Alsaqr is a young traveler who used to be a prince. He gave up his title and possessions to calm his anxiety and search for peace. Now he is trav...
