• Banu Numayr: Hunter Becomes the Hunted at Times

    The phrase: “Whatever it is you want, I will serve” never failed to fascinate me, dear reader. And as the Bedouin were nomadic desert-farers, this piece will be combining both these concepts. It will do so by combining it all with two heroes of Banu Numayr. They will be somewhere in between Mecca and Nafud…

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  • Banu Numayr: Essential Considerations of Rage

    How ‘should’ someone feel their rage? And I do not mean an acceptable rage here, dear reader. I mean the rage that, if manifested physically, it would easily evaporate anything that got too close to it. Regardless of whether-or-not you ever identified such an anger in you, the heroes below will be delving in something…

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  • Banu Numayr: The First Undying Heroes

    The understanding of “real death” being the vanishing of one’s memory holds true, dear reader. This time, it can and will be said for the first undying heroes of Banu Numayr tribe. Sadly, there weren’t that many heroes around those times. But this fact alone helped the heroes underneath see and grasp their chances of…

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  • Banu Numayr: An Origin Story, and More

    Now for this piece, I would like you to imagine a single line of fate moving forward in time with some speed. It might even be easier to imagine an immortal person living throughout the timelines I will soon be describing. Or better yet, assume that I personally know some stories of members and heroes…

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  • All’s Well That Ends Well

    Finale “Wake up now, morning’s here.” “Ugh… Where am I? If this is a joke—” “Ha! A joke, huh? If there’s a joke in the room, it’s you—and the barrels of slapstick you brought with you.” Judy was just beginning to open her eyes—eyes heavy with a headache that wasn’t from her migraines. She was…

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  • On The Road Pt. 4 The Rest

    Another album, another memory. This one is about the time I heard the first strike. It was unexpected; we never had a good relationship with Signoa in the first place, but no one ever thought of a war. I was working in the Ministry of the Interior at that time, and we had a lot…

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  • Ask, and You Shall Receive

    Now, when she looked again at her partner’s face, which was wrinkled because of the fear that he was trying to contain within, a feeling that she couldn’t even remember the last time she felt began to rise inside her. This was a feeling she had been trying to suppress since they started working together.…

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  • Seek and You Should Find

    Chapter 1 ”Everyone living in the town, regardless of generation, had only one tailor serving at one time. The Tailor, who is currently practicing this profession, moved to Hurricain following the death of the previous tailor 12 years ago and has been operating in the same house and shop ever since.”  She had the senses…

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  • Hurricain: Once Upon a Corner of Earth

    Introduction It was the evening hours of a seemingly ordinary, torrential day in Hurricain Town, which was gradually kneeling to urbanization. There was no building that could be called a “tall one” in this small town yet, not by modern standards at least; the agricultural lands and gardens around the densely populated areas could barely…

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  • … the Last Sunset Over Carrhae

    Sunset Once a sworn defender of his general now found himself reduced to a mere shadow of his former self. Starving and defeated, he limped the battlefield, a forlorn figure in the fading light of the setting sun. The proud warrior of the past, now moved like a ghost among the remnants of war. A…

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  • How Tables Turn, Brutal Turntables

    Noon, II. It came out of nowhere, as swift as a lightning hit. He could not even feel the contact, not on his head or the floor as he succumbed. A brutal mace blow to the temple left him teetering on the precipice of consciousness. Maybe he was already dead, or about to die. He…

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  • Reckoning in Blood and Suffering

    Late Afternoon, V. Dragging himself across the blood-soaked sands, the housecarl felt the weight of the battlefield, being crushed under it. The moans and cries of the wounded echoed through the desolate desert, each groan a haunting reminder of the brutality that had unfolded. He couldn’t shake the images of fallen comrades, their faces distorted…

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  • On The Road Pt. 3 Antecedents

    As I listen to Korky my brain malfunctioned and started to think about the first time I heard that beautiful melody. Some parts of the memory should be left on their own, and now I remember, again, thanks to marvels of the as always. It was 15 years ago, I was eating my tuna sandwich…

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