章 4: Chapter 4
In the midst of the vast and endless void of space, a desolate desert landscape lies beneath a dark and brooding night sky. It is a place where hope has long since withered and died, leaving only the cold and cruel hand of fate to determine the destiny of those who stumble upon it.
The sands beneath Ammar's feet was dry and gritty, covering the surface with a layer of fine dust that clings to the soles of his shoes like a reminder of the impermanence of all things. The air is thick with a sense of hopelessness, as though a dark and twisted force has taken up residence within this desert and left its mark upon the land.
The stars above twinkle brightly, but they offer no comfort or solace. In this desolate place, even the light of the stars is swallowed by the unrelenting darkness that surrounds the one unfortunate enough to stumble across this sea of despair, It is a place where the soul is crushed under the weight of despair and hopelessness, and where the only sound that breaks the silence is the echo of own desperate cries for rescue.
Ammar stood in the darkness, his eyes adapted to the complete lack of light. He could see everything around him with perfect clarity, as though the darkness was an illusion created by his mind. The desert around him seemed to stretch on forever, and the cold wind brushed against his bare skin like the whisper of a ghost.
Ammar walked, his feet leaving deep impressions in the sand that stretched on for as far as he could see. The desert was barren and empty, with nothing but sand and darkness in every direction. The air was cold and dry, numbing the skin and stinging the eyes.
He walked till what felt like years and years his skin becoming dry and his hair growing longer and longer till it reached his foot, He walked the bitter winds having scrapped his skin leaving small stinging gashes, The cold silver sand being lifted off the ground through the harsh winds, Mixing with his hair and drops of blood as he walked.
Ammar stumbled forward, his legs burning from the endless walking, his breath coming in short gasps. He looked around for any sign of relief, and in the distance he saw a tall sand dune towering over the desert. A strange feeling of foreboding overtook him as he approached the dune, and as he drew closer he saw something unexpected. At the top of the dune, sitting alone in the darkness, was a tall chair. It was unlike any chair Ammar had ever seen, carved from a single piece of wood and draped in black silk.
Ammar approached the chair, his steps slow and hesitant, as if it were a living entity and would greet him with open arms. As he drew closer, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if this chair was a part of him somehow. It was almost as though it was calling out to him, beckoning him to sit and rest. Ammar hesitated for a moment, before finally succumbing to the chair's call.
He sat atop the chair resting his head on his knuckle as he leaned back looking down at the entire dimension, here….he felt complete, for the first time in many many years Ammar felt at peace.
As Ammar sat atop the chair, a sense of power and authority began to radiate from within him. His eyes glowed with a gentle red hue, as the entire dimension around him started to shift and change. The desolate desert began to dissolve into a vast, open space, filled with lush greenery and vibrant life. The desert sands turned into fertile plains, and the cold, dark sky turned into a bright full moon with many beautiful stars.
As he gazed out upon this new world, he felt a sense of peace and purpose that he had never known before. It was as though he had found his true calling, and he was ready to embrace it with everything he had.
The throne itself seemed to change before Ammar's eyes, transforming from a chair of wood, to one of stone and marble. Its intricate carvings looked as though they had been crafted over thousands of years, and the very air around it seemed to vibrate with power and authority a dark, foreboding energy radiated from within the chair, as though it had been infused with a dark, ancient magic. The stone chair seemed to beckon Ammar, as if it were a symbol of the power and authority he had just awakened within himself.
Ammar leaned back in the throne, expecting rough hard rock to meet his back, but instead all he felt was comfort and bliss, as if the throne was designed to meet his ideal conditions of comfort He sighed closing his eyes and opening them.
He had appeared back in his room, laying in his bed He blinked, the dark desolate desert along with the powerful throne of stone and marble seemed to fade away as if it was but a dream, But Ammar knew it wasn't…he knew it was real that sense of power he felt, he didn't believe it could be replicated by a mere dream.
He stood up from his bed and stared at the mirror…it just confirmed the idea he already thought of, The long hair that he had in his dream was what looked back at him now at the mirror, Long flowing wavy silver longs that went to his feet.
Ammar's hair fell in long, silvery waves that flowed down his back like a river of liquid silver. The waves gently lapped at his shoulders like ocean waves, and with each movement, they shone with a ghostly luminescence that illuminated the entire room. The light that emanated from them was pure and warm, like the light of the full moon on a clear, starry night.
Definitely not a dream is what went through Ammar's brain as he sat down, Looking at his hand he was shocked…a beautiful silver ring with red diamonds sat on his ring finger.
The ring itself was a beautiful silver matching that of his hair, with small extremely precise red diamonds that were like small fiery balls of light, They sparkled in the light like tiny wild fires, The diamonds contrasted beautifully with the silver ring itself,This ring was not only a symbol of beauty but a symbol of power that only Ammar possessed.
All of this was still extremely confusing for Ammar but regardless he weirdly…felt like all of this was right, it fit him perfectly like this was his birthright.
He played with the ring with his fingers, Each tiny detail on the ring was so precise, as if each tiny detail took the greasiest of craftsmen hundreds of years to make, It looked so ancient so beautiful with divine craftsmanship.
Now the ring itself didn't do anything as of now Ammar tried but it didn't react to anything, It was merely a proof of his visit to that beautiful temple or dream, As of now the ring was only a beautiful accessory a eye candy of sorts.
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:Author here:Sorry about the delay I was just busy and didn't have the time So yeah that ring is basically one of the ten rings of soloman but I decided that the true rings are too powerful so I'll just make each ring have a small piece of power and that's all.
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