The wind howled through the quiet palace as the moonlight found it's way to dimly light it and be the only light source of light as Ashkan took quick wide strides through the hallways. How he wished his head would be as quiet as this palace, but it was all wishful thinking.
He was no longer that little child he was before, there was no pharaoh now that he can run to and beg him to solve his grandfather's mess. He was the one who was going to deal with it right now. He had a bad feeling since he departed from Persia that Farzad wasn't going to let this opportunity slide, and now look at the mess he had caused.
Yet, there was one thing that he couldn't understand, a piece of the puzzle that seemed like an extra piece but played an important part in creating the whole image, but he had no idea where to place it, Azar. What does he have to do with all this?
