🏜️🪽🌳👔💥 _(✥The tale of Al-Mahid, chapter 1 part 1.✥)_ Around 900 years ago, there was a king known as… Al-Mahid! Mahid was the governant of a desertic kingdom called Vashar. From afar, Vashar seemed like just your ordinary desert; with all those cacti, vast paths with nothing more than sand and scorpions— and close to water… a kingdom turning more and more prosperous as time goes by. “Hey, have you heard that Mahid actually entered the lost ruins?!” “Don’t even start it. First of all, those ruins don’t even exist, and secondly, if they did exist, why would the king be there?” “They do exist!! I already told you, i almost got in! I have this scar I got from it!” The young Vasharian points to a small scar on their arm, their friend rolls their eyes in scoff. “People really like to fake histories huh?! For the Gods sake, those ruins are all but urban myths.” “Exactly!” •laughs• “My mom used to tell me about the ruins so I didn’t stay late outside.” Not too far away, you can see some Vasharians kneeling and sobbing at the river’s coast. “Gods, please, protect our king Al-Mahid!” At some neighborhood in the capital, a group of children surround a wise, robust and old man. “Hey mister!! You explored the ruins once right!! That’s so cool!” “Hey, did you know Al-Mahid is exploring there too?” “Gasp! But I heard that the ruins are very dangerous!! What now?! King Mahid is gonna die!!” Three children discuss around the man. “I did.” He responds. “I'm sure our majesty Mahid will do better than me on those ruins.” He concluded looking at the arm he lost on his adventures on those oh-so mysterious ruins. ”Ugh! Argh!” A muscular guy attacks, he’s confident, olive skin, is dressed in desertic clothing made for air flow— long, dark brown and kinda voluminous hair, and using various green jewelry that are the same color as his piercing yet gentle eyes. The so loved king; Al-Mahid. He annihilates with his sword a small group of dark and raging slimes, protecting his kingdom from those disgusting anomalies. “Today I went as far as I ever got to…” The monarch pants and sits on the sandstone ground, resting his back on a black and semi-destroyed pillar, carved with ancient runes that emit a glow— who Mahid was sure wouldn't cause anything, having explored those ruins millions of times. “But I can’t stop; not now. Who knows what threats exist at the end of this chaos. Threatening my people…” He eats the almost rotten apple he was storing on his long sleeves and gets up and continues his journey. At some point he could only feel the agonizing feeling of his extremely dry and sore throat, he tried to distract himself but nothing worked, Al-Mahid wasn’t sure if he would be alive at the end of the day. What day? How many days actually passed since he went out to this expedition? He grieves the food he lost, to the fresh water he drank from the river so carelessly… Suddenly, he steps on a weird rock compartment on the floor. A button that activated something. Everything turns dark, he comes back to his senses and a droplet of cold sweat slides down his face, looking at his sides frantically and holding tight on his sword. “OH MY.” a demonic laugh comes right after this warning. “IT 'S THE FIRST TIME A HUMAN REACHED MY PLACE, SO FAR IN THIS DEPTHS.” “Reveal yourself!” Mahid yells with the little voice he still has. An entirely pitch black entity emerges, with a generous amount of dark red eyes around its face, horns that don't seem to belong to this world and 15 meters tall. “BUT I CAN'T LET YOU LEAVE.” “I will eradicate all the evil threatening the safety of Vashar!” Mahid, foolish enough to believe he will survive, ambushes this weird entity with all he has. The monster raises one of its 8 hands and shadows with snake silhouettes emerge from his hands and fly to the human’s direction. Somehow, Mahid managed to avoid the attack, but he scrapes his knee on the ground. But he continued so and stabbed that… thing with his knife. His sword is consumed by the eminent darkness of that monster. He is almost consumed himself as well, the tanned man quickly jumps away and tries to think of some strategy to defeat this being of pure chaos, but when he noticed, his body and mind couldn’t take it anymore and he collapsed. Three weeks later, he wakes up in his bed, with terrible feeling- it felt like his throat was being stabbed by a Pure-Dark slimy void, stabbing him from the inside in a way that doesn’t hurt but still sends an agony that makes him want to rip his own throat off with the calluses of his hands. The warrior from foreign lands that three weeks prior to this was surrounded by curious little children, refused the king from such cursed place. Mahid was doing better and even bought a new sword, spent months healing mentally. But there was something he put his head on a long while ago. He would come back and kill that monster. He spent months secretly adventuring to the end of Vashar’s ruins and battling against that entity, he didn’t win a single time, and always woke up at his bed, rescued by the warrior *Chaki*. Did the monster spare him? Did it felt pity? Or maybe it liked having some company during the lost centuries? For some reason, the feeling that the monster had mercy on Mahid made him disgusted. 2 years passed since he battled with the monster for the first time, their first meeting! Mahid was so more experienced in exploring the ruins than he was when he started in it, it’s actually ridiculous. He didn’t lose time with slimes and uncanny ghosts anymore, he brought energizing and hyper-hydrated supplements, and knew every single type of shortcut; only to put an end to his arch-nemesis. When he arrived in the demon’s lair; those sadic laughter would only fill his heart with determination— and he attacked the monster with all his will. Mahid skied like a green flash through the air, while *Sun’s* darkness threatened to exterminate his colors. Ribbons of darkness choke the king’s neck with no mercy, but he charges a green electric slash on the child of the sun that made his throat to be released. Al-Mahid avoid the dark pillars Sun threw at him while he aimed his sword into its eyes. Sun’s red eyes are stabbed by the tip of Al-Mahid’s sword that goes deeper, causing pain. With the shock, some small green lighting aura dances around the sword. In anger the monster pushes Mahid far away, making him hit his back at some pillar and break one of his ribs. Mahid got up and quickly ran to some corner to eat and recover some energy, obviously aware that the other would try to attack him. But Sun takes the sword off from his face and… laughs. It wasn’t his classic sadistic laughter, it really seemed he was actually having fun. Mahid leaves his hiding spot in a defensive pose, still not letting his guard down. Confusedly he gets closer to the monster, that did not show any sign that his hostility ever once came to exist in this domain. “Hahaha! I think it’s actually hilarious that you’re so focused on me even though the actual danger left its lair and is leaving the ruins! Zion! Hahahahahaha!” “Hah.” The green eyed man let out a genuine laugh. Somehow he really wanted to sit beside the monster and laugh alongside it! “Hahahahahahahaha!” The king laughs beside him, not from insanity, but genuine euphoria. “You entertained me, human, I don’t wish to fight anymore. You would make an marvelous servant of mine. What do you think?” “Never.” “Well, foolish of you to refuse such offer. Anyways, what’s your name?” “Me…? *Mahid*!” “How funny, almost silly.” “How dare you?! Do you think your name is better than mine?!” “Im called *Sun*!“ “Hmmm, Mahid is still better!” This unlikely duo makes their very weird friendship stronger over the weeks. “But hey, Sun, tell me… who is… that Zion guy you mentioned?” _(✥End of part.✥)_ 🏜️🪽🌳👔💥