M0M0KA

Dive back in time, to the depths of the desert, and watch the old stories unfold before your eyes. A story of treasure hunting, betrayal, and destiny. 

When a gruesome future is all you see, how can you change it? 

When you're foretold to fail, how should you move on?

Zarqa, the girl who saw beyond time, sought to find answers.

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Legend says that Zarqa had sharp eyes that could look far away in the distance. But what if that wasn’t the end of it, what if her eyes were seeing far beyond not only space, but time? What if Zarqa was blessed with a prophecy, one that could save her dying village from destruction? 

Just as they thought they had no way to survive, Zarqa learns of a way to protect her village from demolition. Naturally, no one believed her, for no one but the Almighty could see beyond the present. 

They forgot the Almighty offers knowledge to those whom he deems of worth. And Zarqa was one of them. Having to trudge an arduous path and go through a great adventure, Zarqa seeks to find the solution to all of their problems, a treasure said to have the power to change all. 

Pitted against magical traps and the mysteries of the deserts, she finds unexpected company in Ali Baba, the poor kid with the sticky fingers, and his crow Morjana...
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This is my first original long story here and is also a WSA 2024 Entry.
I ask that you give it a try and hope you enjoy it :D

Also, note that English is not my first language... And it's not my second either.

This book has many openings, check them out:
[General opening of the book:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVxnu5R3vws]

[Baghdad Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/GwJIJ2Kn0FI]

Updated weekly, 2 chapters each Saturday and Sunday.

Please don't let the first paragraphs fool you. This isn't a story from the first person's POV.

ZARQA

" My prince, I beg your forgiveness. We we cowards. We ran for our lives…" His tears streamed down his face, weighed by the knowledge of his failure and cowardness.

" There is no shame in running from a stronger opponent. You fled to fight another day," Harun tried to comfort him, yet the man shook his head.

" I ought to feel ashamed when the youth risked their lives to save our fellow soldiers. I wish to find a burrow to crawl into and hide my face from the sun forever." His grasp of Harun's robes tightened. " I won't live with myself if I don't ask you this. I beg you, my prince, save the young ones who were taken by the thugs."

It took a moment for his words to settle in their minds. " Come again?" Sindbad asked him impatiently.

A Rescue Request