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Authors: Allen Brown
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probably me screaming like a little bitch.
Under a layer of dirt, I felt my life end with each passing breath. The air was old and filled my nostrils with dirt. I couldn't move a muscle as the dirt of the old ruin pressed itself onto me. Light seeped away from my vision as the cracks leading to the outside world filled in with sand, encasing me in darkness. Like a brisk run, my lungs began to tire as they began to tighten and seize. Holding my last breath, I heard muffled voices surround me, a thick lair of hands dug into the dirt yanked my shirt and hoisted me out of the ground. I can't tell you enough how I took air for granted, it filled my lungs enough to expand my chest so much it hurt. The sunlight blinded me, I couldn't see anything, only blurred images of a man in armor holding me and a few other surrounding me. I was a bit too busy coughing up dirt to ask for names or look at faces at this point. They all spoke to me, but I heard none of them.
It was till I was done coughing then the one hold me spoke. His armor was silver and decorated; it was clearly an official of some sort. Isn't he fucking hot in that hunk of metal? How does he survive. "Are you okay?" He said to me.
"Uhh, yeah no problem. My bad." I said, keeping my head low and dusting myself off, "thanks..." I said as I realized the girl from earlier stood beside the man in armor. She looked at me like how you would look at someone running full speed into a glass door, there was no sympathy.
"Galahan, we should get back." Someone spouted off in the corner.
The man in armor eyed me inspecting every inch of my inner thoughts, I felt violated. "Where is your badge, are you staff?" He said, shifting his weight. I saw his hand rest on the hilt of his long sword. This is where I had to choose my words carefully, it’s now a matter of life and death. Yet all I could provide was a dumbfounding: "Uhhh, in the dirt somewhere?"
"Mhmm, guards. Escort this man off the premises until he can reproduce a valid badge of identification."
There I was being escorted by an entourage of guards, most people would be terrified. Not me though, I was glad I still had my head. Shoving me on my way, I started my jog back to Alexandria. It's time to get what I came here for, this looks to be the score of a lifetime. No more ghetto youth Jinn, it was time for me to step up in life.
Chapter Two
You could say I'm a lucky bastard, and I would agree with you. I'd also say yesterday put me in the perfect position. I can finally map out my every move to get in and out of that excavation site. It'll be a walk in the park, even with big wig Galahan on duty.
The multi colored linens providing shade in the busy streets of the market were the only things keeping the weather cool and comforting. The sharp smell of grilled kebabs always watered my mouth. The narrow street is home to countless merchants trying to make a quick buck, to either feed their kids, or to gather enough money to escape this hell hole.
Fatima waited for me at the edge of an alley way ahead, her frizzy brown hair was always noticeable from a distance. She's what I would call a Jordanian hidden gem, her soft brown skin could challenge any princess, yet she has a hardness about her that exemplifies her strenght. She says its from her young days from working with her dad in the mill, but there is something almost military like about her reflexes.
"Hurry up, let’s go." She said to me before continuing down the alley way. I don't know if it was the way she walked or if her ass had a mind of its own. That thing moved miraculously with each step, curtailing against her pants in ways that gave me the strength to walk for miles. It was just right, proportional to her body and asking for a squeeze. "Could you stop staring?" She said turning the corner. She always knew, I don't know how but she did. Maybe women have a sixth sense about that sort of
Under a layer of dirt, I felt my life end with each passing breath. The air was old and filled my nostrils with dirt. I couldn't move a muscle as the dirt of the old ruin pressed itself onto me. Light seeped away from my vision as the cracks leading to the outside world filled in with sand, encasing me in darkness. Like a brisk run, my lungs began to tire as they began to tighten and seize. Holding my last breath, I heard muffled voices surround me, a thick lair of hands dug into the dirt yanked my shirt and hoisted me out of the ground. I can't tell you enough how I took air for granted, it filled my lungs enough to expand my chest so much it hurt. The sunlight blinded me, I couldn't see anything, only blurred images of a man in armor holding me and a few other surrounding me. I was a bit too busy coughing up dirt to ask for names or look at faces at this point. They all spoke to me, but I heard none of them.
It was till I was done coughing then the one hold me spoke. His armor was silver and decorated; it was clearly an official of some sort. Isn't he fucking hot in that hunk of metal? How does he survive. "Are you okay?" He said to me.
"Uhh, yeah no problem. My bad." I said, keeping my head low and dusting myself off, "thanks..." I said as I realized the girl from earlier stood beside the man in armor. She looked at me like how you would look at someone running full speed into a glass door, there was no sympathy.
"Galahan, we should get back." Someone spouted off in the corner.
The man in armor eyed me inspecting every inch of my inner thoughts, I felt violated. "Where is your badge, are you staff?" He said, shifting his weight. I saw his hand rest on the hilt of his long sword. This is where I had to choose my words carefully, it’s now a matter of life and death. Yet all I could provide was a dumbfounding: "Uhhh, in the dirt somewhere?"
"Mhmm, guards. Escort this man off the premises until he can reproduce a valid badge of identification."
There I was being escorted by an entourage of guards, most people would be terrified. Not me though, I was glad I still had my head. Shoving me on my way, I started my jog back to Alexandria. It's time to get what I came here for, this looks to be the score of a lifetime. No more ghetto youth Jinn, it was time for me to step up in life.
Chapter Two
You could say I'm a lucky bastard, and I would agree with you. I'd also say yesterday put me in the perfect position. I can finally map out my every move to get in and out of that excavation site. It'll be a walk in the park, even with big wig Galahan on duty.
The multi colored linens providing shade in the busy streets of the market were the only things keeping the weather cool and comforting. The sharp smell of grilled kebabs always watered my mouth. The narrow street is home to countless merchants trying to make a quick buck, to either feed their kids, or to gather enough money to escape this hell hole.
Fatima waited for me at the edge of an alley way ahead, her frizzy brown hair was always noticeable from a distance. She's what I would call a Jordanian hidden gem, her soft brown skin could challenge any princess, yet she has a hardness about her that exemplifies her strenght. She says its from her young days from working with her dad in the mill, but there is something almost military like about her reflexes.
"Hurry up, let’s go." She said to me before continuing down the alley way. I don't know if it was the way she walked or if her ass had a mind of its own. That thing moved miraculously with each step, curtailing against her pants in ways that gave me the strength to walk for miles. It was just right, proportional to her body and asking for a squeeze. "Could you stop staring?" She said turning the corner. She always knew, I don't know how but she did. Maybe women have a sixth sense about that sort of
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