Volume 5
The Desert & the Dreamer....
The night after their vow beneath the trembling skies, Malik awoke to a silence too deep for even the desert to bear.
Layla slept at his side, her breath a prayer against his chest, yet the air around them quivered with a presence unseen.
The constellations above seemed to flicker, as though veiled by unseen hands and from the horizon a wind rose…not of sand, but of whispers. It carried no cry of villagers, no memory of kingdoms, but a darker summons, older than the dunes themselves.
Malik tightened his hold on her, knowing that whatever waited beyond the veil was not after thrones or crowns…it was after the very fire that bound their souls.