Walek sister of Arbaab was thirsty and tired their capturers were marching them to Cairo the boys among her group. Would be castrated the girls given to noblemen as slaves the leader of the Caravan. A brutal big beast named Abdul burnt light brown by the Sun he had a brutal scar. On his right cheek. The men were afraid of hom had already killed one of them a middle aged man named. Tarik who gave some of his clothes to the boys to keep warm at night a younger man his friend Umar.

Tried to make their burdens less heavy, he was afraid of Abdul who made a point of lerting. Walek know he was going to take her there were five hundred souls out of an original one thousand. They stopped the horses the people were worried for Walek as Abdul eyed her lust in his brown eyes judging by the Sun's position Walek knew it was about fourteen bundred hours. One of men shouted "one rider coming towards us fast my God that horse is quick looks big too.

The men drew thier swords as he approached as he got closer Walek noticed the rider dark brown, very handsome. He was wearing a muscled torso breast plate easily big as King Kakydosos several of the slavers fired arrows at him. Walek gaped as the Warrior plucked. Two arrows out of the air leaped dodged the others he smiled "I was hoping you'd respond like that. Then he turned and ran leaping an impossible height to land on his hotse saddle Walek. Everybody get down some people are about to be killed most severly and it's not us."
© Anthony Wellington Moore