ADURAS

Prologues

Dry wind gusts chime through the grains of sand. Yellow mounds of grass appear to roll like a ball on a sweltering stretch of desert. A group of humans walk in a city that has been abandoned by its inhabitants. They are like ants when seen from the eyes of an eagle.

"Sir, I want to be his only darling. Why haven't you divorced Mrs Senna?" said a woman with a sweet face. He sticks to the honey tub with his nest. His skinny fingers traced the body of the man on the side.

"Patience soon, I promise to divorce her after my business is done."

"Can I keep your promise, sir?"

"of course. Whatever I'll give you, Mayra."

The stretcher with the wooden frame they were riding on suddenly came to a halt. The servants who were in charge of carrying stretchers lowered the burden on his shoulders. A Chief of Guards tapped on the hard side of the stretcher, then revealed the curtain. There is the Master and his Second Wife, Mayra inside.

"What's wrong?" ask the Master.

The guard leader lowered his head in a sign of respect, saying in a clear tone of regret, "I'm sorry, sir. For a while we had to stop here. Because some camels are seriously injured."

"Oh, Alright. Then will we stop long enough?"

"We .. will try our best, sir," replied the Chief of Guards not so sure.

The people outside seemed busy moving supplies from the camel's back to the porch of the building—made of mud and milk. They did not realize the intensity of the wind grew so strong that it knocked down the balance of a servant transporting grain.

"You okay?" A guard helped the waiter to stand up.

"Thank you, Mr. Guards. I'm just a little bit of a whim."

They just realized the storm was starting to wrestle around. The storm caused the view to be short because it was covered by the rate of sand in the air.

"Yeah! Monsieur!" shouted a woman with horror at the look on her face.

The bodyguards ran in waves towards the circular roof stretcher which had split the top and bottom two—separate. They were very surprised to see the condition of his master now. Without a head, blood gushed from within the puffed neck.

"Head ... head ... kepa ..." said Mayra, his words interrupted with a limp accusation.

One of the guards touched Mayra's pulse to confirm her condition. "Mrs Mayra fainted!" lantang.

The Chief of Guards was seen riding on black, his face hardened when he saw his master was already lifeless, "Damn it! What kind of killer would dare to do something like this?"

"You're there! Wear my riding camel to return to the Kingdom of Altair! Tell Your Majesty this insolent deed. Hurry along!" screeched the fiery chief. He pointed to one of his subordinates.

"Good, Chief!"

The wind again blew normally, when one of the guards separated from the group. Even the sun seemed unobstructed.

Far across there, on the roof of a building made of mud and milk. A man poked his feet. The man was holding a human head with a sword in his right hand. A drop of fresh blood stained his footwear.

The man wore a long red scarf on the neck with a cloth mask tied back. The head covering perched firmly around the forehead is perfectly wrapped into a turban.

"Not bad. Your head will be my next collection, Sir. Thank you." He smiled behind the mask. Instantly disappearing from view accompanied by sand that swept the shadows.