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The sun began its journey down casting the desert and the sultan’s palace in shadows. The grand palace of the Sultan stood proud and tall jutting out amongst the sand dunes. The palace itself was situated on the edge of an oasis and its walkways and spires twisted and wrapped around the palm trees and water. The torches of the guards could be seen moving around the walkways chatting amongst themselves and loosely cradling their guns.
The sultan was a kind man in a harsh environment. He treated his people fairly and worked with them to strike a life in the unforgiving desert. Life was hard but ultimately rewarding and the Sultan made sure everyone was taken care of. He was beloved and because of that the guards were lax in their mandate to protect the grounds. Who would dare attack their beloved Sultan?
Arbaaz Mir rose from his perch in the grass. He was close to the edge of the lack so close he could hear the insects buzzing and drinking from the life sustaining water. The slight man waited a few seconds longer before he began to run pumping his arms as he attempted to beat the clock. He reached one of the walkways in seconds and faulted over it grabbing one of the lush palm trees that dotted the sultans grounds.
His long nimble hands hooked into the tree. With a grunt he began to scamper up the trunk pulling his weight easily. His white hood shifted as he climbed revealing the shadow of a handsome dark-skinned face and a pointed chin. His white and gold trimmed robes swayed against his body lightly hitting his brown slacks.
He reached the top of the palm tree and pressed himself against the bark. He waited his entire body going still. Mere seconds later the sound of conversation and footsteps reached the man. A group of guards passed by down below him chatting amongst themselves as he hid in the shadows of the palm tree.
“Have you gotten a look at it yet?”
“What? The necklace or the princess?”
The guards laughed their movement carrying them father and father from Arbaaz. He waited a few minutes longer and then carefully dropped down from the top of the tree. He hung in the air for a second his momentum carrying him down and onto the stone steps below. He waited until the last second to roll saving himself from any fall damage.
He didn’t waste a second. He kept running moving over the stone steps and to the side of the palace. He reached the clay stone walls and without a moment’s hesitation began to dig his hands into small cracks that dotted the wall. He began to climb sticking to the shadows as much as he can. Eventually he pulled a small pike out of his belt digging it in and carefully testing every foothold he found.
His progress was slow, by the time he reached the top of the wall the sun had finished its dip to the earth. He pulled himself up taking in the beautiful starry night sky. He reached up pulling down his beaked hood revealing his face and bright jade green eyes. He starred at the starry night sky so lost in the breath-taking splendor of the night that he almost missed the guards.
“What day is he arriving?”
Arbaaz moved pumping his legs and vaulting back over the wall. He turned twisting his body in midair and catching the ledge at the last seconds. His body slammed against the wall his arms tightening as he tightened his body and planted his feet firmly on the wall.
“Commander Brandt said next week” One of the guards said a mere inch from Arbaaz.
“rajul mahzuz” The other guard said snorting “I can’t believe the princess has to marry that westerner”
“It’s for the good of the land” The first guard said reminding the man “the protection will be enough to keep the Khal of the desert away”
“The Khal doesn’t scare me” The second guard murmured his voice not convincing.
“Sure he doesn’t” The first guard laughed “Come on I hid some wine yesterday”
Arbaaz breathed out a sigh of relief. His arms were burning from the effort of keeping his body suspended in the air. Even so he waited, waited until their voices disappeared and he counted to ten. He pulled himself halfway up scanning the walkways for any signs of guards. Once he was sure he was safe he fully pulled himself up. He shook his arms out curling and uncurling them as he rushed to the wooden door. He reached the entranceway and paused once more pressing his ear against the door and listening intently.
Once he was sure he was safe he carefully opened the door. He opened it halfway sliding through and closing it behind him. He reached out and locked it turning the heavy brass key and then pulling it out. He tucked it into his pouch and moved keeping his body low to the ground as he entered the palace. He stuck to the shadows using the vaulted entranceways and pillars to hide himself from any passing guard or servant. Luckily the palace was empty this late and the royal family asleep.
He kept picking his way through the palace making his way to the tower that the princess herself lived in. His target was her bedroom and the necklace that resided within.
The heavy door that led to the staircases were blocked forcing Arbaaz to leave the inner rooms of the palace. He took to the walls of the palace once more scaling it easily. There was a balcony on the very top of the tower one he had no doubt led to the princess’s chambers. Instead of using the balcony he ducked into the first window he saw.
He found himself in an expansive closet. A variety of expensive and opulent gowns hung from wooden hangers. There were several shelves and cabinets littered the large space showcasing a variety of different jewels and high-priced objects.
“There you are” Arbaaz said smiling in pleasure as his eyes landed on the center podium. The jewels sat on the alter glittering in the light of the fireplace. His eyes widened as he took the jewels and gold in. piles of rubes began to appear in his head stacking up around him as he walked over and stroked the jewels. There was enough hear to set his family for life, enough to pay off the debts his father had left them, and enough to keep his family safe.
He reached for the jewels collecting them in his hand and hurriedly stuffing them into his belt.
“Got you” He whispered his entire focus on the jewels.
The sultan was a kind man in a harsh environment. He treated his people fairly and worked with them to strike a life in the unforgiving desert. Life was hard but ultimately rewarding and the Sultan made sure everyone was taken care of. He was beloved and because of that the guards were lax in their mandate to protect the grounds. Who would dare attack their beloved Sultan?
Arbaaz Mir rose from his perch in the grass. He was close to the edge of the lack so close he could hear the insects buzzing and drinking from the life sustaining water. The slight man waited a few seconds longer before he began to run pumping his arms as he attempted to beat the clock. He reached one of the walkways in seconds and faulted over it grabbing one of the lush palm trees that dotted the sultans grounds.
His long nimble hands hooked into the tree. With a grunt he began to scamper up the trunk pulling his weight easily. His white hood shifted as he climbed revealing the shadow of a handsome dark-skinned face and a pointed chin. His white and gold trimmed robes swayed against his body lightly hitting his brown slacks.
He reached the top of the palm tree and pressed himself against the bark. He waited his entire body going still. Mere seconds later the sound of conversation and footsteps reached the man. A group of guards passed by down below him chatting amongst themselves as he hid in the shadows of the palm tree.
“Have you gotten a look at it yet?”
“What? The necklace or the princess?”
The guards laughed their movement carrying them father and father from Arbaaz. He waited a few minutes longer and then carefully dropped down from the top of the tree. He hung in the air for a second his momentum carrying him down and onto the stone steps below. He waited until the last second to roll saving himself from any fall damage.
He didn’t waste a second. He kept running moving over the stone steps and to the side of the palace. He reached the clay stone walls and without a moment’s hesitation began to dig his hands into small cracks that dotted the wall. He began to climb sticking to the shadows as much as he can. Eventually he pulled a small pike out of his belt digging it in and carefully testing every foothold he found.
His progress was slow, by the time he reached the top of the wall the sun had finished its dip to the earth. He pulled himself up taking in the beautiful starry night sky. He reached up pulling down his beaked hood revealing his face and bright jade green eyes. He starred at the starry night sky so lost in the breath-taking splendor of the night that he almost missed the guards.
“What day is he arriving?”
Arbaaz moved pumping his legs and vaulting back over the wall. He turned twisting his body in midair and catching the ledge at the last seconds. His body slammed against the wall his arms tightening as he tightened his body and planted his feet firmly on the wall.
“Commander Brandt said next week” One of the guards said a mere inch from Arbaaz.
“rajul mahzuz” The other guard said snorting “I can’t believe the princess has to marry that westerner”
“It’s for the good of the land” The first guard said reminding the man “the protection will be enough to keep the Khal of the desert away”
“The Khal doesn’t scare me” The second guard murmured his voice not convincing.
“Sure he doesn’t” The first guard laughed “Come on I hid some wine yesterday”
Arbaaz breathed out a sigh of relief. His arms were burning from the effort of keeping his body suspended in the air. Even so he waited, waited until their voices disappeared and he counted to ten. He pulled himself halfway up scanning the walkways for any signs of guards. Once he was sure he was safe he fully pulled himself up. He shook his arms out curling and uncurling them as he rushed to the wooden door. He reached the entranceway and paused once more pressing his ear against the door and listening intently.
Once he was sure he was safe he carefully opened the door. He opened it halfway sliding through and closing it behind him. He reached out and locked it turning the heavy brass key and then pulling it out. He tucked it into his pouch and moved keeping his body low to the ground as he entered the palace. He stuck to the shadows using the vaulted entranceways and pillars to hide himself from any passing guard or servant. Luckily the palace was empty this late and the royal family asleep.
He kept picking his way through the palace making his way to the tower that the princess herself lived in. His target was her bedroom and the necklace that resided within.
The heavy door that led to the staircases were blocked forcing Arbaaz to leave the inner rooms of the palace. He took to the walls of the palace once more scaling it easily. There was a balcony on the very top of the tower one he had no doubt led to the princess’s chambers. Instead of using the balcony he ducked into the first window he saw.
He found himself in an expansive closet. A variety of expensive and opulent gowns hung from wooden hangers. There were several shelves and cabinets littered the large space showcasing a variety of different jewels and high-priced objects.
“There you are” Arbaaz said smiling in pleasure as his eyes landed on the center podium. The jewels sat on the alter glittering in the light of the fireplace. His eyes widened as he took the jewels and gold in. piles of rubes began to appear in his head stacking up around him as he walked over and stroked the jewels. There was enough hear to set his family for life, enough to pay off the debts his father had left them, and enough to keep his family safe.
He reached for the jewels collecting them in his hand and hurriedly stuffing them into his belt.
“Got you” He whispered his entire focus on the jewels.
