Chapter B5 - Prologue
Wind and sand blasted across the eternal dunes. A robed figure walked alone, one hand holding their hood low over their face, blocking the wind. Clearly this one was not of the dust. It was obvious from the way they walked, but to shield themselves against the sand?
Al’hakash. Forbidden.
Hunkered down in the dunes, invisible and unmoving, Hon’kaal watched and waited for the creature of flesh to draw closer. His grip tightened around the hilt of his shell-blades. Soon, they would be close enough. Soon, they would learn the price of treading on sacred ground.
“Hold, Warrior of Dust. Do not attack.”
Hon’kaal remained hidden, hands gripping tighter. What trickery was this? The intruder called out once more.
“I have permission from the Graal to be here. I seek to barter with Dust Folk of the plains. I have trade.”
Why was he even talking? There was no way he could know that Hon’kaal was here. This outsider was just another thief of the empire, here to take what they had not earned to honour their false gods.
The figure was no longer walking, instead, they stood still, shielding themselves from the cutting sands.
“Come out, or I will make you come out.”