Pangea. Unknown year.
Nameless Dessert
In a land of sand where nothing grows and the sun is ever present.
A long convoy could be seen, men on horses and camels could be seen leading the convoy.
A harmonious scene beneath the scorching sun.
But the same cannot be said for the long line of people behind. Chained and in rags. Its apparent that they're slaves, the lowest in the social strata.
But among these slaves there's a an odd one out.
A youngling, a child no more than 7 years of age. Unlike the other slaves with dead and lifeless eyes he has bright eyes, full of vitality. Even though his skin has become tanned, his skin and lips cracking up from the heat and thirst it can be seen that he hasn't lost hope.
And if you get close you can hear him murmuring...
"Our Father, who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
Thy Kingdom come;
Thy will be done on earth
As it is in-"
His murmurings were suddenly stopped as he found himself falling face first into the hot sun.
"YOU FUCKING IMBECILE"
A loud shout suddenly interrupted the tranquil march.
Looking back, it seems one of the slaves unable to bear the heat fell down
"Get up" said the guard.
But the fallen slave paid him no heed, lying motionless in the sand.
The guard, irritated, was about to reach for his whip when one of the slaves interrupted him.
"Sir, i think he's dead"
On hearing this, the guard got off his horse and went to check.
"Tch! what a loss"
The he proceeded to communicate with the guards.
And after a few minutes, a loud shout came from the front.
"Everyone stop, we will setup camp for the night and let the slaves drink some water"
On hearing the command a few porters started to put down their bags, taking out pouches of water and giving it to the slaves to share.
The slaves, unlike thier unkempt appearances didn't act ruly but only took a sip and passed it along. It looked as if they were afraid the others wouldn't get a share, truly a bewildering scene considering they're circumstances.
As times passed and the sun started to set, the slaves were huddled together.
The guards maintaining a perimeter, guarding the slaves so they dont try to escape.
And in the middle of it all we can see the some porters and servants with numerous pots boiling a watery substance.
And besides this you can see a few people in luxurious clothing surrounded by guards.
In the midst of it all, the young boy from the beginning could be seen huddled among the slaves, lost in thought.
But it didn't last long as he was pulled out of his thoughts by someone.
A small skinny hand was tugging at his clothing, looking along it was a skinny kid.
"Hey big bro, can you finish the story from before" the kid asked.
And hearing this, the other slaves in the vicinty also perked up, their eyes gaining a bit of life.
"Sure, why not" the young boy replied.
"Now, where was i, oh right"
He started as he stood up.
"And so Moses led the Israelites toward newer land and his journey led them to the Red Sea"
"Legions upon legions of soldiers from Egypt were un pursuit of them, the Israelites were panicking because what lay infront of them was nothing but the sea"
"They urged Moses to do something but he too lacked a method and so he did what any devout believer would do, he closed his eyes and prayed, hoping the Lord will guide him"
Saying so the young boy paused...
It was dead silent, even some of the guards were listening and one of the luxurious dresses men, a merchant probably was also paying close attention.
Unable to bear the silence on of the guards urged the boy "And what then boy, what happened, go on"
The young boy smiled and continued
"A miracle happened. Moses as if possesed went to the front where he reached the shore, his feet entrenched in the wet sand"
"Then Moses looked at his people and said 'Indeed with me is the Lord: He will guide me' saying so he lifted his staff and struck down"
"The sea as if scared of his words started to quake and waver, then little by little it started to part ways as if afraid to hinder his path"
"Whoaaaah"
Came loud exclamations from the surrounding people.
"Then -"
Ding ding ding~
The story was interrupted by a loud sound of pans getting struck.
"Dinner is ready"
Yelled one of the serfs
The story was interrupted and groans of dissapointment could be heard.
"Finish the story" the slaves urged.
But the young boy smiled and replied
"Next time" and proceeded to sit down waiting for his turn to get food.
But he didn't sit down for long when one of the guard approached him.
"Follow me boy"
He said as he undid his chains and proceeded to walk towards the middle tents.
The boy hurriedly followed him, unsure of what was going on.
After a few steps the guard led him inside the tent.
Inside the tent were a few middle ages men dressed in luxurious clothing, sitting on animle hides eating dinner.
One of the men looked up and smiled at him
"Come, sit and eat with us" he said.
The boy hesitated for a bit but ultimately sat down.
And just when he sat down the same man spoke to him
"My name is Ibrahim Kaya, the leader of this convoy and the Founder of Dawn Merchantry. To my right is my assistant Ahmet and to my left is my eldest son Mustafa Kaya"
"And what might be your name" he asked
The boy upon hearing this thought.
'My name huh, since this is a new world and a new life i shall start a anew'
And so he replied
"Baldwin sir, I am Baldwin"