After walking for a long time in the arid desert, the silhouette of a city surrounded by light came into view.
There was a sign mounted in the sand that read "Al-Tujaar.""Thanks for showing me the way," Skits said with appreciation."No problem, and remember the plan. Bye," Alyssa said, bidding her farewell.
As Skits roamed the streets languidly and aimlessly, a camel approached him. "Aw, who's a good boy?" Skits began petting the camel nonchalantly, and the camel offered him a ride.
A shout came from a nearby bazaar. "There is a Tunak Tunak stealing my camel! Loki, come and get it back!" A black man with too many scars approached Skits.
"Oh, sorry, my bad. I didn't know it was your guys' camel," Skits apologized.
"Why did you run away, Jamal? You looking for a new owner?" an local man in his early 20s proclaimed.
"Who are you supposed to be, Tunak Tunak?" the Arab man remarked.
"Hey, calm down with the racism. I'm Skits. Who are you supposed to be?" Skits replied.
"Well, I can tell the breed of any human, since I own a slave shop. Oh, and I'm Nakhbat," Nakhbat explained.
"Master Nakhbat, here is your herb tea," the black man stated.
"Who is he?" Skits questioned. "Oh, he's Loki. He's a slave. All my men are slaves, but they get a chance at freedom if they work for it," Nakhbat commented.
"Why does he have that many scars? Was he beaten to death and brought back to life or something?!" Skits blurted.
"Well..." A flashback ensues.
In a hidden alley, Nakhbat, in his late teenage years, sat waiting. An overseer approached with a man, a woman, and a child. "Please, have mercy! We have a child!" The overseer shot the parents. The child started screaming in pain.
"MOM! DAD!" The overseer grabbed a whip and started beating the child nonstop until the boy stopped breathing. His face was unrecognizable, covered in blood, and his whole body was scarred. He was only 11 years old.
Before the overseer could land the final blow, Nakhbat grabbed his hand, twisted it, and then used the whip with such extreme precision and speed that the overseer's face exploded. His body flew back and hit the dumpster.Nakhbat performed CPR on the child, and miraculously, he survived.
"What-Mom? Dad?" the boy woke up."They're in a better place now," Nakhbat explained."Why!!!!" the boy's scream echoed into the streets.
"There's nothing you can do, but your parents didn't want you to die. Let's make a deal: if you work, I'll give you a roof over your head, and you can earn your freedom." Nakhbat patted the boy on the back.
"Loki's been a loyal servant and a loyal bro-" Before Nakhbat could finish, Ashura and Zota came flying out of the sky.
"Ashura and Zota?!"
To be continued.