The sun stood high in the sky,its magnificent aura scorching everything below it . Years of extremely high temperature has made the land below it inhabitable and impassable. This is the Skull rock desert,one of the most dangerous desert on the zonae continent.
It is said the an army of eighteen thousand men and horses were swallowed up by the desert,and after three days of searching the search party found the army,but just that it was no longer an army but an army of bones and skulls.
The desert heat is so strong that vulture stand no chance of inhabitabting it. Despite its infamous name and notorious characteristics it remain a significant route for trade and other expeditions. Compare to the other desert in the Zonea continent it the smallest,if one try to cross it on foot it will take them not less then three days,but no one in their right mind will dream of crossing this Godforsaken desert.
"Damn this Godforsaken desert." Farsi cursed beneath his breath after he realized that there were no water in his flask. This is his first time crossing this Godforsaken desert. He lived his whole life never imagining that he will be one day trying to cross this desert. Few years back he was one of the princes in combat for the throne; unfortunately,after years of internal struggles within the sultanate the resources could no longer keep up with the mounted demands, causing huge amount of the population to starve.
However,this was the master plan of a rival country:let the three brothers fight and kill each other,whch will severely weaken the sultanate and then finally we'll declare war and conquer the sultanate. After three years of devastating civil war the Dragland sultanate was easily conquered by the Kardashians empire.
As Farsi looked up he realized something: the once brightly shining sun could no longer be seen, instead, the sky was overwhelmed with darkness. A smile appeared on his face followed by a mad laughter. After two days of traveling in this Godforsaken desert, finally,a beacon of hope. Drop of rain were pouring down from the sky, after all,God still look down upon him with pity.
His laughter grew louder as the thunder began to rumble,he began quickening his steps as adrenaline began to course through his body. A man who lived his life as a prince and heir apparent to the throne of one of the greatest sultanate in the zonae continent and across the seven seas. A man who never knew what thirst was.
A man who ride bravely into battle having no fear of what was called death,a man whom at the mention of his name enemy quiver in fear,now rejoice wholeheartedly at the thought of barely escaping the cold claws of death. He had managed to escape the sultanate with only five soldiers whom have sadly lost their lives to the scorching heat of this Godforsaken desert that harbor the gates from which hell is unleashed.
As his speed increase so did his laughter. His armor that was once shiny now look like one that fell from the sky and was smashed by the rocks that laid in the desert. His once quickened steps slowed as his laughter as so ceased,his once perky countenance now replaced by one of shock. It was now he realized that his fate was sealed and that no matter how long he run his death was eminent.
He heave a sigh though. It was not a sigh of relief but one of dispair. The one we heave when we realize that everything is lost. It was now he understand what death feels like. He could feel nothing,not even the pain from the foot which his bone protruded when he fell down from his horse. He let go of himself, dropping to the floor and letting out a small chuckle which as time went by resonated and gradually transformed in to a terrifying,mad laughter,for the storm was not far away.
"Haha ha ha...." The mad laughter of a hopeless man echo through the vast emptiness of a Godforsaken desert. It is said that when cowards come face to face with death they laugh and curses in its face. Was Farsi a coward? Farsi a man who his whole life walked with death,he never feared it.
He was a man that since he picked up that wooden sword from the training grounds in the sultanate no one have been able to knock it down from his hands. Among his three brothers he was the oldest,strongest and most feared of them all. He was the first born but due to the fact that his mother died at child birth his stepmother decided to steal away his birth right.
When he was twelve his stepmother the queen convinced his father the king to send him to the North (an enemy land ) to bargain him as guarantee of a long lasting peace. It was there he began to weld the sword and understand it power:the overwhelming decision it have on people's lives, whether to grant pardons or escort them to the gates of hell.
The king of that kingdom in the North took liking in the boy and began treating him like his own son. However,after his father violated the treaty the king of that kingdom adorned him in armor and took him to the battlefield. That was his first battle and he was forced to fight and kill his own countrymen. With each that fell to his blade he would turn to the king and find him cheering for him.
The battle ended with his father elite force arriving and scorching the enemies. It this day, among this chaos that he heard the voice of the god he will come to serve all his life,Death. He stood in the middle of the battlefield, blood dripping from his sword as the king who had brought him laid lifeless on the floor,blood pouring from his back. When his father finally arrived at the site he got down from his horse and stood beside his son,his lips tried to form words but was to avail.
He was taken home and celebrated as conqueror, after all,at fifteen he had killed an enemy king. In his short-lived life he have managed to send thousands to the gates of death, earning him the nickname 'The Escort.' Even before that king could lead his army in battle with the sultanate he had fought and defeated his three brothers.
Even when he and his twenty men were surrounded by the emperor three thousand men he still managed to fight his way away. Today he finally got to face the god to whom he have escorted tens of thousands of and all he can do is fall to his knees and laugh like a mad man.
It was not fear,he never feared death,he was laughing at the way in which he will be taken from this world:not by the sword of a warrior nor by the poison of a coward like his mother but by a f**king hurricane.