chapter 10 : The past repeats itself.

A dormant volcano on the verge of eruption—its red eyes burning with fury at the words of the Guardian of the Book of the Future, who had foretold my fate. Yet, he did not reveal all the secrets until he was certain of Abdeljalil's end. That servant, who was and still is, a member of the old guard, following a divine path passed down through generations, dedicating their lives to preaching and defending a creed and way of life established and advocated by the noblest of mankind.

In an era where desires, lust, and pleasures have become like a blind captain steering the ship of life toward its final destination, will we reach it safely? Or will we meet the same fate as the greatest ship in history, sinking into an ocean of sins and transgressions?

A silent moment, akin to the stillness of the grave—no words spoken, no opinions heard. Only sharp, piercing glances circling like a predatory bird around its prey between the Guardian of the Book of the Future and the Merchant of Death. Neither dared to speak or act like the Knights Templar, allowing the deadly silence to persist for a few minutes before the Guardian finally spoke with composure and authority:

GUARDIAN:

"You have no connection to him anyway. Your human puppet is still alive, and you know she is immortal. So why do you care about this mortal's fate?"

Yazur Yaturk:

"Well, not everything that is known should be spoken, should it, Guardian? Or should I say, Gorkak the Blind?"

The three villains gasped in shock.

VILLAINS:

"He is blind?! Merchant of Death, is this true?"

With a commanding and ominous tone that revealed his status and character, Yazur Yaturk responded:

YAZUR YATURK:

"Yes, but he is dangerous. Do not trifle with him. Gorkak's tale is studied in all worlds."

GORKAK:

"This is not the time for my story. But I must warn you—do not wander here carelessly. Release the human and let fate take its course."

YAZUR YATURK:

"I cannot. I fear history will repeat itself, and I will lose him too."

GORKAK:

"Whether you like it or not, history will repeat itself, and you will lose him just as you lost Ali Pasha before. You must accept it and let things flow naturally."

YAZUR YATURK:

"I trust you. That is why I will follow your advice."

GORKAK:

"Hurry. The princess is coming—I can smell the jasmine scent surrounding her."

Yazur turned toward the three villains and ordered them to disappear from the public eye but insisted they must never leave me alone, no matter what happens. They agreed to the Merchant of Death's conditions and vanished suddenly, as if by magic.

At that moment, the long-awaited relief finally arrived. Ever since this entity entered my life, I had struggled immensely to break free. After enduring great suffering, I finally succeeded in returning to my natural form. However, I could still hear him speaking within me, his voice strong and menacing:

"I am still the one in command here. Remember that. I decide what is best for you, so do not act on your own. You are not in the human world—here, if they find weakness in you, they will devour you alive. Do not, under any circumstances, remove the necklace."

No one controls Abdeljalil's life but me. I am the master of my fate and my decisions. My response was cold silence and complete disregard. Without asking the Guardian of the Book of the Future about what the book said of me or inquiring further, I simply bid him farewell and continued walking.

I tread lightly over the kingdom's soil, sometimes gazing at the beautifully adorned buildings. My face flushed with embarrassment from the stares directed at me, but I paid them no heed and kept walking until a loud scream shattered the air.

"Stop him immediately! Do not let him continue!"

Suddenly, my body froze—I could not take another step. Blood trickled from my mouth, and as I looked down slightly, I saw an arrow piercing my abdomen, its tip drenched in my blood.

This was the end of my journey. With a wide smile, I gazed up at the sky and whispered:

"My Lord, I am coming. Welcome me with the best of receptions."

Then, I collapsed onto the ground. It seemed my time had come. As I lay dying, I heard a voice dear to my heart, speaking with a soft tone that eased the agony of death.

"You fools! I said stop him, not kill him!"