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

" Come again?" If Jaber was angry before, he was fuming now, his fist shaking, aching to be planted permanently in a certain someone's face.

Sindbad, recognizing the danger, worked to make as many people and objects between him and Jaber. That is, they were standing on opposite sides of the table while the others circled it, Sindbad ready to bolt in a heartbeat while Jaber followed him with attentive eyes not to give him the chance to escape.

Zarqa looked from one to the other and then to Jafar who fiddled around with his fingers and shrunk away from Jaber's side, expecting the man's anger to befall him next.

" It's as I said," Sindbad tried to defend. " It's not the most helpful lead."

" Putting aside whether it was helpful or not! Does that even count as a lead?! You damn idiot!"

" How should I know?" Sindbad threw his hands up in frustration. " I literary just heard of it a few minutes ago!"

An Old Legend