The rise of the Overlord

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Prologue

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The smell of burned flesh was in the air as he was woken up by intense and indescribable pain all over his body. He was lying on the sand and under the scorching sun of Samarra.

He was desperately looking around him, in order to find out what was going on, but he could not move. He could only see some of his comrades lifelessly lying on the sand that were barely recognizable. Most parts of their bodies were turned into carbon and where they weren't, the skin was falling off, revealing flesh and bones. Desert vultures would wait for days, even weeks before having an opportunity like this, and now there they were, feasting and fighting eachother like beasts over their well deserved corpses.

The pain was becoming unbearable and he started reaching out to his belt, in order to take out his handgun and end his life. His heartbeats were raising and his body was refusing to comply to what he wanted to do. His muscles begun twitching uncontrollably, and he was slowly again, falling into a state of shock.

He gave up on ending his agony and escaping from this hell he found himself in. He wanted to scream but that as well required strength. He just gave up, and drew his thoughts to something else. An oasis in the desert, a celebration of a desert tribe, and women dancing in mystical Samarran night. Slowly, he was drifting into delirium.

The pain was slowly fading out. Everything was becoming blurred and was slowing down. At the same time, his vision was becoming brighter and real. He was sitting near the fire place at a camp, together with the other people. One of the dancers, that wore red robes, was getting closer and in front of him while she danced. Her dancing was like some beautiful drug to him, occupying his attention. Everything around him and her disappeared. Her big eyes were beautiful but yet, they were showing fear...