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.

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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]


[Two Heavens Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/NO1C0ngBVjg]


[Ending: https://youtu.be/1wQ_aJVFhx0]

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Updated weekly, 2 chapters on weekends.

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

ZARQA

When Bellal woke up again, the tent felt darker, with the only source of light being a flickering candle about to go out any moment soon.

The air around him was still and cold, and there was a gentle pattering on the roof of the tent. Rain, he had presumed.

As he shifted around, trying to find a comfortable position which didn't offend his wound, his eyes fell again on Jaber's silhouette. Bellal almost groaned at having the boy around for every waking moment, but he refrained when he realized the kid was actually asleep.

He was leaning against one of the beams, head lolling to one side with a roll of parchment that had tumbled all the way from his hand to his lap and then on the ground. What took Bellal by surprise however was the glimmer under the boy's folded arm, one that could be made only by steel as it caught the light of a flame.

What's so similar about us?