A Nomad's Journey

To whom it may concern,


Rested upon the earth that once filled the chalice of life, Khalid, a peasant boy cried himself to sleep.
As he lays to his slumber, his adventure begins, on the land of the Dreaming:

All dressed up, wrapped in a silk-like fabric Khalid marched on the isle going to his throne.
There he is well served and waited, slaves rushed to aid in his assistance, generals stood respectfully by his right side. And on his left side, an adviser stood valiantly.

Khalid ordered his general to assemble his troops for they will do a quick ocular on a place where he was formidably brought up. Where all the slum of the earth lived and greatly survived.
An ocular to determine whether to wipe out the place or simply live it to rot in it's own hellish matter.

SO it began, the race to find the truth and give justice o his existence.
Questions roam over Khalid's head wondering whether he will leave the place be or destroy the place where he was born.

A mist formed throughout the ground of his empire. As if a sign was brought down upon him by the gods.
He stood up upon his throne, screaming for a better sign. A sign that would signify his existence.
A sign that would act as a key to the Destruction of the place he ever loved.

Then something unique happened. He looked upon the floor and saw the mist cleared on object that somehow manifested as a ring, a chained-type ring. Khalid took it. It reminded him of home. A home that even the foul and the obscene would call home. A home that will definitely be a place for a wondering nomad. A home that would surely possess the strength of family. A home that assembles the purity of the soul. A place called home.

Then it snapped.
As if nothing happened he wakes up.
Breathing heavily.
Khalid then figured out that it was all just a sick joke from the Dreamking.


He can never find a home to call his own.
In his mind he surely knows one thing,
''I am my own home..'', Khalid sadly thought, '' I am my own home..''


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