The Sword of Allah

[Vrarrdata 205]

The Sword of Allah

 

This world is growing too fast for me; this world is changing too much; this world is not what it used to be. I don’t know what I may seem to the world. But as to myself I seem to have been only like a loyal servant, a servant to Allah, a servant to my lord, a servant to my friends. Although this servant was a friend of many, he was a stranger to himself. Ever since my parents left me with the caravans of Khalestine, I have been a man without a true home, a man without a true meaning in life. So I followed the way of a warrior, the way I did best, the way I hated the most.

 

The elder Southeron is admiring the capital of the Sultanate of Haria. Growing a faint smile on his aged and scarred visage.

 

I fought for many, however, the most righteous was when I fought for the Kharadeen, when I fought for Khalestine, for the people that raised me to who I am. I loved the rainy night when I was standing wearing armor with a sword and shield in my hand and looking towards the eastern horizon, waiting for sun to rise so that I could start the battle, the battle for my people. I have seen the lands of Khalestine rise and fall, I have seen the rise of the Vandorian Federation, The Vandorian Kingdom, I even remember this ‘thing’ called Vanderguan. What happened to us?

 

The old man has his right hand on a gilded cane and slowly walks towards the main gate.
He passes a soft sigh from his lips.

 

Allah’s mercy be upon them. Their sacrifice gave our children and the children after them a future. We did our duty; I did my duty. We fought, we bent, but we did not break. We found a new land to call home, we found our Haria. Many sacrificed themselves for this freedom.

The veteran shifts his gaze upon a camel resting outside the gate. It only has a saddle on its back and reigns around its head.

 

All these battles, all this fighting, it stopped me from learning the true meaning behind our Righteous Faith. The lesser Jihad stopped me from expanding the greater Jihad, the Jihad of the soul. For the last years, I went into exile, reciting the Holy Book from the earliest sunrise to sunset, trying to get closer to Allah and continuously cry out of the fear of Allah. And after these many years  I can finally feel Death’s endless cold stare through my body, I failed to continue Denaseth’s legacy, however, I know that the little things I did, made a difference here in this land.

 

 

He extends his scarred arms to grab the reins of the camel and looks towards the endless desert.

 

 There’s not a handspan on my body which do not have a wound upon it. Look at me, I’ve fought over a hundred duels, numerous battles and I am dying because of my age? I always questioned why Allah kept me alive for so long. I remember my ruler and good friend, Faiz Kharadeen, saying:

It is because you are The Sword of Allah, my rafiqi. It was impossible for you to die on the battlefield, for if you died on the battlefield that would have meant, that the Sword of Allah was broken by an infidel and the Sword of Allah could never be broken.

He gives a tug at the camel’s reigns and walks towards the sands.

 

 

I finished my duty to this world. My duty in the next is just getting started.

 

 

((Welp, this post is the death of my first LOTC persona and my return to LOTC. I can't wait to RP with you guys again))

 

 

[Draeris 3124]

[[Come join us in the Lorraine my pal, I've missed you.]]

[Publius 4098]

(Welcome back m'boyo!)

 

Publius welcomes Amethu to the Seven Skies, smiling broadly all the while as he welcomes the great man!

[Viochemist 664]

Princess Kaia Kharadeen silently watches her father mourn the Elder Qalasheen. She too, paying silent respects after reading older scrolls of his history in the Haria Palace Library.

[Drunken Mutt 172]

Casper Teve would give a small frown as she hears the news "Could've come and said goodbye before it was to late.. I was sorta his daughter for awhile.."

[Murdervish 308]

Sahar slowly tilts her head to one side when the news of Amethu Denaseth reaches the snowy cliffs of Tal'Annak in Urguan. The cold breeze whips between the ramparts and about her as she makes a low hum in her throat.

 

"Amethu walked into the sands? Surely, he was not so old as that. Not much older than myself." Her brows pull inward as she thinks this fact over.

 

"Hmm."

 

Her posture then straightens, and she goes to walk the walls towards the northern tower. "I suppose I should inform Aiantas as to the death of his former superior."

[IsolatedIncident 25]

Areni Terin weeps upon hearing the news, tears flooding from her eyes endlessly.

“I knew this day would arrive from the moment we met,”

The youthful elf thinks back on their years together, her heart fracturing more with each memory. She snatches a tattered diary from her shelf, stuffing it into a bag worn with age.

 “But it destroys me to think I could not be with you in the end.”

Without even a whisper of a goodbye, she breezes from her house, each step taking her closer to the nation Amethu taught her to love. To mourn the man she once called her soul-mate.

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

Faiz Kharadeen would have been staring out the window of the Masjid, sitting atop a chair as he stared and thought to himself. He would watch Amethu in the distance, walking off with his camel as he gave a small smile, rocking a bit in his seat as he rubbed his neck shortly after. He knew where Amethu was going, an old friend, a great man. 

"The Sword of Allah.. It is his time to rest, and soon it shall be my time.."

 

Faiz would close his eyes, lifting and cuffing his palms openly towards himself as he began to speak a prayer in a hushed tone. After some time, he would return to looking out the window to no longer see the two in the distance. He would let out a sigh, sadden but proud at the same time.

 

"Amethu Denaseth was and will always be, a great man.. He served Khalestine honorably, and Allah greatly. I know he will find true peace within the seven skies, would not doubt if he reached the seventh sky itself.. I hope he does... Thank you Amethu, for everything you have done for us." 

 

Faiz would continue to sit there, staring off into the distance, only left with his thoughts of the past. 

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