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~ Are you one with the Desert?
Do you truly know its secrets?
Allow me to tell you a story centuries old, a story...
About a man unlike any other who created something none had seen before.
The tides of the sand flow like blood; the blue turns
red when it breathes air. Such is the way of most creatures who live in the sand;
coming up at night will change them. Nearly three thousand years ago, a Messiah walked
the dunes of Egypt. His name was Ayar. Ayar was born before man knew it was real, before
recorded time. Such as is expected, Ayar had none to talk to. And so he would shout and curse.
Curse at the sand,
Curse at the sun,
Curse at the sky,
Until he could curse no more. He did this for nearly fourty years, from the day of his
conception. How he was conceived, of course, no one knows. But for every year over those forty,
long,
years, Ayar wandered the deserts, screaming at everything. He mumbled on about how he had no purpose,
no tenacity, no goal.
The God's of the Sand, of course, saw this as a challenge to them.
What man would say he would choose his fate, decide that he had nowhere to go?
Surely they must set straight this disbeliever of the ever-shifting forces of destiny.
A land shark, they set free, to snatch up this most intolerable of mortals.
Rakk-Laruk the Sand Demon
as he is called in the story, set about to find the wanderer. The nose of a dog
is but a vacuum to the senses of the beast Rakk-Laruk. He could smell the beads of sweat
dripping
off of Ayar's clothes.
As he moved steadily along the sands, his fin a signal of impending doom on the hills,
Rakk saw the people that would grow to be man.
The people that did not know they existed, the weak beings just above animals, and below
Rakk himself.
He wondered where they would find guidance.
Coming up Ayar, Rakk swallowed the man whole, careful not to scar him
with his fangs. Carrying Ayar in his belly, Rakk made quickly for the Gods' lair, deep below the ground.
The burrowing and the tunneling lasted for three days, as Ayar struggled to remain conscious
in the sack of Rakk's belly. He would scream and shout, as Rakk
had expected.
Finally arriving at the steps of Shar-Dul
Rakk deposited Ayar at the door and left to find food that did not kick and swear.
Ayar re-awakened to a gleaming golden door, through which he walked carefully. His
shouting and raving did not seem necessary here; most everything was perfectly made,
the pillars of gold, the robes of silk, the smell of wine.
Coming upon an empty throne, Ayar gazed around him at such a wondrous place. He sat down
on the brazen chair to take it all in.
"Ayar, you would sit on my seat?"
A strong, powerful voice spoke. Ayar jumped nearly three feet, and tumbled down
the steps to the hall floor.
"Who are you?! Why have you brought me here?! I am just an angry man, there is nothing more
to be done!"
"You are a man without might, Ayar. Stop your whining and I shall enlighten you."
As Ayar could only stare, swirls and gusts of dust flew around him, creating
a portal through which Mramun stepped. The God of Foresight stood before him;
The Eagle of Time.
"Your shouting is displeasing me, and if it continues, I see less than is hoped for your future.
Seeing as you are the only sight that is to be sought for mortal life in the next millenia,
I will open your eyes and allow you to gaze upon what you will do next."
The portal stretched wider, revealing a incredibly large structure, pointing towards the Sun.
"What is it?"
Ayar strangled out of his throat.
"A pyramid, Ayar. A beckoning of something greater than you and I, a marker of time.
The shadow will both serve to protect those beneath you, and to tell you the Time by which
I pass. Would you build it for me, or would you decree me unworthy?"
"I would... I wouldn't..."
"You shall."
Ayar's body began to crumble, as he gaped in horror at what was happening.
"Do not fear, there will be no pain. You will see what you have become in a moment's time."
The sand swept under Ayar's feet, climbed up his legs, and encased him, hardening to form
an emblazened suit of armor.
"This will protect you from Time itself, as you will need plenty of that. Now that I have given you
the gift of immortality, I would expect you to return the favor. I await your response, in time. Rakk!"
The landshark came tunneling through the hall, quickly scooping up
Ayar yet again.
Another three day journey to the surface, and Ayar was planted back at the exact spot
he had started.
But this time, there was nothing to shout at.
There was nothing to scream about.
There was only the hot Sun, and the growing of Time.
And so Ayar began to build. And since he would not speak, the people came to know him
as باني الوقت
The Builder of Time.~
Do you truly know its secrets?
Allow me to tell you a story centuries old, a story...
About a man unlike any other who created something none had seen before.
The tides of the sand flow like blood; the blue turns
red when it breathes air. Such is the way of most creatures who live in the sand;
coming up at night will change them. Nearly three thousand years ago, a Messiah walked
the dunes of Egypt. His name was Ayar. Ayar was born before man knew it was real, before
recorded time. Such as is expected, Ayar had none to talk to. And so he would shout and curse.
Curse at the sand,
Curse at the sun,
Curse at the sky,
Until he could curse no more. He did this for nearly fourty years, from the day of his
conception. How he was conceived, of course, no one knows. But for every year over those forty,
long,
years, Ayar wandered the deserts, screaming at everything. He mumbled on about how he had no purpose,
no tenacity, no goal.
The God's of the Sand, of course, saw this as a challenge to them.
What man would say he would choose his fate, decide that he had nowhere to go?
Surely they must set straight this disbeliever of the ever-shifting forces of destiny.
A land shark, they set free, to snatch up this most intolerable of mortals.
Rakk-Laruk the Sand Demon
as he is called in the story, set about to find the wanderer. The nose of a dog
is but a vacuum to the senses of the beast Rakk-Laruk. He could smell the beads of sweat
dripping
off of Ayar's clothes.
As he moved steadily along the sands, his fin a signal of impending doom on the hills,
Rakk saw the people that would grow to be man.
The people that did not know they existed, the weak beings just above animals, and below
Rakk himself.
He wondered where they would find guidance.
Coming up Ayar, Rakk swallowed the man whole, careful not to scar him
with his fangs. Carrying Ayar in his belly, Rakk made quickly for the Gods' lair, deep below the ground.
The burrowing and the tunneling lasted for three days, as Ayar struggled to remain conscious
in the sack of Rakk's belly. He would scream and shout, as Rakk
had expected.
Finally arriving at the steps of Shar-Dul
Rakk deposited Ayar at the door and left to find food that did not kick and swear.
Ayar re-awakened to a gleaming golden door, through which he walked carefully. His
shouting and raving did not seem necessary here; most everything was perfectly made,
the pillars of gold, the robes of silk, the smell of wine.
Coming upon an empty throne, Ayar gazed around him at such a wondrous place. He sat down
on the brazen chair to take it all in.
"Ayar, you would sit on my seat?"
A strong, powerful voice spoke. Ayar jumped nearly three feet, and tumbled down
the steps to the hall floor.
"Who are you?! Why have you brought me here?! I am just an angry man, there is nothing more
to be done!"
"You are a man without might, Ayar. Stop your whining and I shall enlighten you."
As Ayar could only stare, swirls and gusts of dust flew around him, creating
a portal through which Mramun stepped. The God of Foresight stood before him;
The Eagle of Time.
"Your shouting is displeasing me, and if it continues, I see less than is hoped for your future.
Seeing as you are the only sight that is to be sought for mortal life in the next millenia,
I will open your eyes and allow you to gaze upon what you will do next."
The portal stretched wider, revealing a incredibly large structure, pointing towards the Sun.
"What is it?"
Ayar strangled out of his throat.
"A pyramid, Ayar. A beckoning of something greater than you and I, a marker of time.
The shadow will both serve to protect those beneath you, and to tell you the Time by which
I pass. Would you build it for me, or would you decree me unworthy?"
"I would... I wouldn't..."
"You shall."
Ayar's body began to crumble, as he gaped in horror at what was happening.
"Do not fear, there will be no pain. You will see what you have become in a moment's time."
The sand swept under Ayar's feet, climbed up his legs, and encased him, hardening to form
an emblazened suit of armor.
"This will protect you from Time itself, as you will need plenty of that. Now that I have given you
the gift of immortality, I would expect you to return the favor. I await your response, in time. Rakk!"
The landshark came tunneling through the hall, quickly scooping up
Ayar yet again.
Another three day journey to the surface, and Ayar was planted back at the exact spot
he had started.
But this time, there was nothing to shout at.
There was nothing to scream about.
There was only the hot Sun, and the growing of Time.
And so Ayar began to build. And since he would not speak, the people came to know him
as باني الوقت
The Builder of Time.~
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باني الوقت = Time Builder
in exact translation
If that sounds weird it because of my bad English
I'm Arabic
I still could not figure out what that haves to do with Palestine. (i think its not about the Gaza strip, or the city bombed by israel everyday, right?)
Good luck! ^-^
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