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Desert Tale - Episode 1-2-3

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Young Ammar was the son of a legendary commander who had served in Sultan Ayzar's army years ago and died in a siege battle during the wars with the Rhodok Kingdom.

Ammar was in her twenties. He was tall and had a very strong appearance. The determined expression in his gaze gave him a striking handsomeness, and his virtues proved that he was the son of a great leader.

His honesty was never in doubt. When he was told about his ability to use a sword with his courage, it would be incredible for the audience. In fact, sometimes there were young people who came to visit him from far away just to see this, and Ammar would entertain these guests with a small tournament in the village square.

First of all, Ammar would start with a single opponent. Then there would be two, and three, four… In the end, they would accept defeat and drop their swords. After the consolation meal, they would go back to the villages they came from to tell what they saw. Ammar's skill with the sword came entirely from within. He had discovered this feature at the beginning of his adolescence. So no one had ever taught him that.

Ammar was the only child in the household. His mother had died so early that he had no memory of her at the moment. He lost his father when he was seven or eight years old. Little Ammar had no other relatives. She was raised in the village by a benevolent old man who had never had children and had lost his wife to illness.

He raised Ammar with great interest, putting him in the place of his own child. Affan was a master of his craft, a humble farmer and taught Ammar very well. Since he could not work in the fields due to the weakness of old age, all the work was left to his adopted son.

The village of Ayn Asuadi, where they lived, was located in a small area in the region of large sand dunes that formed the western border of Sarranid. This part of the country has been under threat and risk for many years due to its proximity to the Rhodok Kingdom.

The main source of income of Ayn Asuadi Village is date palm groves. Its people were known to be hardworking like bees...


March 23, 1257, Village of Ayn Asuadi

It was a very hot Spring day today. I had been working for hours in a small wheat field just by the south entrance of my village. Now that I was overwhelmed by the scorching heat of the sun, I decided to lie down and rest in the shade of an old palm tree at the edge of our field.

While I was watching the deep blue sky, I started to feel the tiredness of working nonstop since morning in every inch of my body. I've also been sleep deprived for the past few days. I straightened slightly and glanced over the field.

I had very little work left; but meanwhile my eyelids were getting heavy. With the intention of sleeping and resting for a few hours, I lay down again and closed my eyes, but involuntarily I fell into the arms of a deep sleep...

While sleeping on my back, I suddenly woke up. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the darkening sky. I was watching the leaves swaying with the wind on the tree next to me with squinted eyes. I noticed the cooling air and the fact that I slept more than necessary. My mouth was dry. Then I stood up and reached for the broken-mouthed jug beside the tree.

There was no water left in it. With the empty jug in my hand, I got up and started walking towards the well outside the village. I was only a short distance away from reaching the water when I noticed a black horse drinking from the trough.

I paused where I was, so as not to frighten him and prevent him from fulfilling his need. But after a short while, looking more carefully, I realized that the horse was not wild, and I approached it with slow steps. There was a situation that I found strange; because although he had a saddle, his owner was not around, and besides, no one in the village had a horse. We usually rode camels.

As I got closer to it, I noticed that there were blood stains on it. I got out and looked around. When I couldn't see anyone, I started running in the direction it came from, following the horseshoe tracks left by the animal on the road; After a while I came across a man lying motionless in the middle of the desert.

This man, whom I did not know, was scarcely clear from his tattered clothing that he was a Sarranid frontier. One of them was a crossbow arrow and the other two were badly injured by being shot with arrows shot from a regular bow and was unconscious; but he was still breathing...



Sarranid Emblem

A Brief History of the Sarranid Sultanate:

The ruler of Sarranid before Hakim was Sultan Ayzar. He had a slave named Arwa whom he loved like a daughter. Of course, this was a big country and the relationship between Ayzar and Arwa was interpreted differently by many people. It was thought that Sultan Ayzar saw Arwa as a wife rather than a daughter. Although the first of these two rumors was favored, it was a known fact that Ayzar really loved Arwa for whatever reason.

In time Arwa had earned the respect of Sultan Ayzar so much that Ayzar had chosen him as his heir to rule the sultanate. After Ayzar's death, the sun to dethrone the Gospel Emirs and marry General Baybak to die. Arwa was loved and respected by the people. In the death case of Ayzar, which was mentioned in his will before he died.

For these reasons, he could ascend to the throne without the approval of the Emirs. However, it was indirectly stated to him that if he did not accept this condition, he would face a civil war. While Arwa took care of Sarranid's diplomatic management, Baybak was the marshal of the armies. Shortly after their marriage, Arwa was given the name "Mother of the Country" and Baybak was called "Commander of the Armies" by the people. However, in the tenth year of their marriage, Baybak was martyred in a field battle with an army led by Janakir Khan from the Kergit Khanate.

Baybak's nephew Hakim, on the other hand, took this opportunity to stage a coup and proclaimed himself Sultan. Sultan Hakim said that Arwa was a slave who manipulated Ayzar and Baybak with her beauty. He argued that the throne would not be ruled by the power of a woman alone, and he claimed that by putting himself in power, he prevented oppression and civil war. Also, Hakim went further and said that Arwa was a sorcerer and controlled the men around him by casting spells.

Even though the judge took the throne without great effort, he was never as famous as Ayzar or Arwa. The majority of the people were very uncomfortable with his administration. The only difference he could make in his reign; He was a ruler who was more respected by the Emirs compared to other periods. Everyone knew what he owed his success to. Especially the Sarranid people, whom they impoverished, were the most conscious of this. Among the things Sultan Hakim does best; There were concessions on land to Emirs whom he constantly corrupted, and expensive banquets he held.

Declaration of War:

Emir Lakhem, the marshal of the sultanate, was trying to gather the army in a hurry, with the order he received from Sultan Hakim. According to the news from a messenger that day, the Khergit Khanate declared war on the Sarranid Sultanate. The conflict between the two kingdoms started when the Kergit caravans were cut off on the roads by the Sarranid Emirs and forced to take tribute.

The army gathered under the leadership of a Khergit merchant, who could no longer bear this situation and started a rebellion, plundered the village of Dhibbain, which was a part of Sarranid. When this turmoil reached Sancar Han's ears, things got worse. When it was learned that Sultan Hakim knew about this tribute from the very beginning and turned a blind eye to it, the war broke out. On the other hand, the Sarranid had been plagued by the Rhodok Kingdom for a long time.

After the preparations were completed, the armies under the command of Emir Lakhem first set out for the first looted area, Dhibbain, to prevent the siege of Jameyyed Fortress and then to suppress the rebellion of the Khergitite merchants and capture the gang leaders. The Sarranid armies had had a major engagement a few days earlier near Weyyah Fortress, which had been besieged by the Rhodoks. The siege had been broken, but by this both Marshal Lakhem and the other soldiers and Emirs were exhausted.

Battle Plan:

The huge army of nearly six hundred people led by Sarranid Marshal Emir Lakhem advanced non-stop until morning that night. They had to travel for about one more day to reach the looted and besieged areas. So Emir Lakhem stopped his army at a small oasis on the road to rest for a while and ordered a rest. According to the news already received, the army of the Khergit Khanate, besieging the Jameyyed fortress, was dispersed in an instant. It was as if they had given up, or they might have just learned that Emir Lakhem was on the way.

While the soldiers were resting, he and his right-hand man, Emir Quryas, and other Emirs were discussing plans for the conflict with the Khergit Khanate. Lakhem, who thought of identifying the hiding places of the rebellious Khergit merchants and making a night raid, was telling Quryas and the others how to do it. Sultan Hakim wanted the mysterious leader of the Kergit merchants to be hanged after he was brought alive in front of the people in Shariz. According to Hakim, he thought that this would discourage others who were plotting rebellion among his own people or among other immigrants.

This, on the other hand, made Lakhem's work difficult. Lakhem loved to secure his business and therefore wanted to put to the sword anyone who stood in his way. Emir Quryas agreed with him. This would settle the matter radically and quickly from Lakhem's point of view. In fact, Emir Lakhem had thought of this whole plan. Emir Quryas, on the other hand, with his usual flattering demeanor, was trying to gain his satisfaction by praising the ideas he heard from Lakhem. Other Emirs were pretending to listen to Emir Lakhem without question. After a while, Lakhem, tired of his right arm that confirmed his every word and the Emirs who were staring blankly at him, said, “I'm going to get some sleep now. Leave me alone." he ended the meeting.

Marshal Emir Lakhem:

Sultan Hakim had no children. That's why Judge Sarranid felt the need to designate an heir after taking the throne. Because when he took the throne, his age was already quite advanced. Among the Sarranid Emirs, he loved only the young Lakhem as his own son. At that time, only twenty years old, Lakhem, whose mustache had just begun to sweat, was favored by Hakim, and in the following years he was adopted and heir to the Sarranid throne.

Lakhem did not have a family, only one sister is known. Emir Lakhem was actually the son of a former Emir who lived in the early days of Sultan Ayzar's accession to the throne. His mother had died while giving birth to him. His father had died in the battle of Halmar five years ago. Sultan Hakim, who now accepted that he would not have children, adopted Lakhem, who was an orphan, in order to transfer his throne and raise him as his own son when he died in the future.

After Emir Lakhem's rigorous training on the battlefields and at the palace for several years, he was elected Marshal of the army by the sole vote of Sultan Hakim. Emir Lakhem, now in his early thirties, was a handsome man with dark skin, short black hair and a drooping mustache. He also had a powerful position in the country and a large fortune.

Unfortunately, despite the training he had received by his stepfather, Sultan Hakim, he was an intelligent man, although his warrior and command was not very bright among the other Emirs, and he dreamed of sitting on the throne of Sarranid in the future. Although, among the Emirs, he had begun to lose his former reputation in Sultan Hakim. All this was just the beginning of the end...
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Sultan Hakim and his sanjak

I raced through the south gate of the massive walled capital city of Shariz on the black horse I encountered. I was approaching the palace. When I reached the entrance gate of the palace, I got off my horse and approached one of the guards at the gate, and with a hasty expression, I told him that I had come to see Sultan Hakim, and that I had brought him very important news from the village of Ayn Asuadi. The Kingdom of Rhodok and the Khergit Khanate, which were border neighbors with Sarranid, signed a peace treaty between them and then formed an alliance and started attacking the Sarranid Sultanate at the same time.

They continued their march towards the heart of the Sarranid, looting the easiest target villages and slaughtering the people. That wounded soldier I found on the roadside was on duty in one of the border patrols that was attacked, and was shot while fleeing the Rhodok and Khergitte soldiers who were attacking them. When the injured watchman came to his senses and explained the situation to me, I told the village elders. The people of the village sent me as a messenger to immediately report this news to Sultan Hakim. Because apart from me, there was not a single volunteer among the young people in the village. Of course, when my stepfather Affan heard about this, he was vehemently opposed. He was afraid that something would happen to me. However, after a bit of tinkering, I convinced him.

Receiving the news I brought, Sultan Hakim made a face with a helpless expression. Because a significant part of his army had gone to the northwest to suppress the siege and plunder. He ordered me to wait and immediately convened the city council. After a while, I was called into the meeting room. I entered the meeting room with timid steps, and while I respectfully greeted the members of the council and Sultan Hakim, I understood from the pessimistic gaze of the elders in front of me that something was wrong.

“You command me, my sultan,” I said, taking a few steps towards Sultan Hakim.

After the judge got up by pushing his throne, he approached me with a thoughtful look and touched my shoulder in a friendly manner and said, "Your name is Ammar, isn't it?" asked.

"Yes my sultan"

“I remember your father. He was one of the best army commanders in all of Calradia. Unfortunately, Ayzar's army wasted."

“Thank you, my sultan,” I said.

“I have heard your name a lot. All villages and cities are talking about it. His martial skill is said to be unmatched. I wouldn't expect any less from the son of such a father."

“You are very kind, my sultan.”

The judge smiled contentedly for a moment, and then said, “Anyway…” and returned to the thoughtful state he had just had before.

“Let's get to the real issue. Now I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say…”

“I am listening to you, my sultan.”

“Everything keeps piling up. The majority of our main army is engaged in suppressing the attacks on our lands by members of the Khergit merchant guild under my son Emir Lakhem. The Rhodoks, on the other hand, have had their eyes on our lands for a long time, and on the other hand, we only have enough soldiers left to truly ensure the security of the capital, Shariz. No place outside of the borders of this city is safe anymore. My point is that Ammar should defend himself until our main army is finished, as the village of Ayn Asuadi cannot be more important than the safety of the Capital Shariz and myself. Long story short, I want you to distract the Khergits and Rhodoks as much as you can and buy us some time, understood?”

I continued to listen in silence with an uncomfortable and confused expression. Sultan Hakim must have noticed this as well, for he waited a short while to see if I would object. He then continued:

“If you can do what I say, it will be very good for you and for our country, which is going through difficult times. I will greatly reward your services. This is the situation and for now we have no choice but to implement this measure.”

After hearing what Sultan Hakim had to say, I was extremely surprised and disturbed; But I also knew that there was nothing else I could do. Without wasting time, I immediately set out to convey the Sultan's order to my village. A day later, I reached Ayn Asuadi and informed my villager of Hakim's order. Some people, like me, were shocked at this news. But most of them got angry with the Judge and uttered all the curses he knew behind his back. The village leaders, including my stepfather, decided to meet in the evening to discuss the issue, as a result of their joint decision to talk about what we should do in the face of this situation.

I went to my house with my step-dad Affan to take advantage of the opportunity to rest and relieve longing.
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