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

Zarqa didn't know from where to begin her strings of complaints.

For one thing, although Jafar managed to find the general location of the graves, he revealed that it would still take a good time of searching to find them.

She tried to be optimistic and take it as a success nevertheless, then went to fetch Ali Baba so they could begin looking for the graves, only to discover a frantic Morjana fluttering around the room feverishly, looking for escape.

Ali Baba was no where to be found.

The girl mumbled under her breath for the hundred time as she bent before an old slab of rock and gently dusted it to be able to see the name of the person to whom it belonged. The owner of that grave had listened to her grumble for hours and she felt the need to at least know their name.

In Search of The Graves