Sihr. The key to ending a great and devastating war.
|The air was foul and the crowd was wild. Yell after yell filled the drunken air of the pub. He was to meet a man, whose name and looks, he did not know. Fight after fight, drunk after drunk, and girl after girl, failed to get his attention, until, a strange looking man, with a strange looking box, sat down in front of him.
“I assume you are Kasim.” Many letters had been exchanged, but he could not be sure without asking.
“Yes, and I have brought what you seek.” There was a brief pause from the stranger. “If you have brought paymet.”
Amir took a pouch, filled with gold pieces, and placed in front of Kasim. “Of course.”
The stranger disappeared as quickly as he came and Amir looked at the box with caution. As he opened it, he saw victory for his people and a life beyond this great war. A key, hidden within this box, was the salvation his people needed. As he opened it, a dim light shown from within and a small jewel, though dim, shown as bright as the northern star. It shimmered in a way that could not be described by with a thousand words. With this, talents long forgotten by most men, could once again be revealed, and his people would be safe.
Sihr. Magic. Long forgotten, yet greatly feared by all men. If he could wield it, as his ancestors did, Amir could end the war and bring peace to his people and his country. He placed the glowing jewel in his hand and in that moment, with the power he felt flowing through every vein, the world, and victory, was his.
Sihr: Arabic word for magic or black magic
Asim: Arabic name for protector, guardian, or defender