Our story begins, at it’s end. It is night, just before dawn. Location: an ancient realm in south eastern Asia. One sees our protagonist, fighting for his life; and the life of his companions.
Haran, our protagonist, launched an ambitious quest into the unknown. He, interested in expanding his father’s holdings, and network of suppliers; decided to visit each Babylonian colony, and kingdom, personally.
While organizing this venture; as well as, during his journey, Haran is joined by five companions. Each with their own agenda, and story. His companions, outside of Haran’s seventy men of valor; and, his thirty attending servants, go like this:
1} A Temple Priest and Scholar, while in vision, was urged to join Haran; on his journey. 2} A red haired warrior, born in the distant west; and personal body guard, to the temple priest. 3} An Asian astrologer and teacher: employed by the Babylonian king. 4} A Kush shaman-acolyte; and friend to Haran. The shaman was in school, at the university; in a quest for knowledge: knowledge, he longed to share, with his people. Haran had saved him, during an earlier journey, into his homeland. 5} Lastly, his wife: A Persian girl, now women, That Haran released from slavery. She was discovered in a camel caravan; coming from the Far East: one packed with silks, slaves, spices, and pearls.
Now, they are in, a life and death struggle. They were all lightly sleeping, when the night watches, sounded their alarms. Haran and his men went right into action. The assassins seemed to appear from no where. It was as if, the dense foliage; and the air itself, had come to life. Hundreds of these assailants were dispatched by his men; many were killed by Haran, himself. All of this came to an end; however, when Haran hears a women’s scream. A scream emanating from deep in the bush. It was his wife, crying out to him.
Then it happened; three darts strike Haran, in his neck. Suddenly, he is unable to move. The earth beneath him begins to turn, upside down; then he falls into the void.
Still not able to move, Haran hears his wife, in the far reaches of his mine. She screams, and yells his name. Then he hears, sees, and feels nothing. Nothing but his continuous fall; into the black abyss.
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