The book of John Doe

The kid leads you across miles and miles of flat land until, at last, you reach a series of sand dunes stretching endlessly across the horizon. He finally breaks his silence to tell you that the city of Dahranjia lies beyond those golden mounds. It’s the first time he speaks. Despite looking no older than his early twenties, there’s something ancient in his gaze—he seems too old for his age.
You hadn’t wanted to disturb his mojo, which is why you stayed quiet. Besides, you were too preoccupied with your own inner turmoil to care about your guide’s life. But now, curiosity stirs. What does a life in the desert look like? How different can two lives be?
Not long ago, you lived in the comfort of a palace in Moravice. And now here you are—risking your life in a wilderness for what? For a place you’re not even sure exists?
The name Zalenica rings in your mind. You glance at the young man and ask:
— Have you ever been to Zalenica?
— Yes, – he answers laconically.
You sense he’s here strictly on business, so you decide to incentivize him.
— I’m a wealthy person—or at least, I was until recently. My future is staked in that city. It’s important for me to learn everything I can about it.
He looks at you with the kind of wisdom only years of solitude can grant.
— What do you want to know?
— Have you been inside its palace? Have you seen its owner, the prince? Is he still alive and in good health?
— That’s a lot of uncertainties to stake your future on, – he replies, irritatingly poignant in his spot-on observation. But after this near-Socratic remark, he continues:
— Yes, there is one. And no, I haven’t been inside. It’s well secluded and heavily guarded since Prince Stanislav rejoined the war against Emperor Claudius.
So the rumors seem to be true. They are indeed at war with Claudius. It wasn’t just another intrigue from the western realms. The North has actually broken its alliance with the Dominion of the Levant.
The news that reached Moravice appears to hold water: your uncle, the Prince of Zalenia, is at war with the Emperor. That doesn’t bode well for your hopes of a swift journey and comforting news to bring your father, the Duke of Moravia. You can’t remain apolitical under these circumstances. You’ll have to decide whether to support your uncle—or sever ties, leaving him to face destiny alone.
Why would he provoke such a powerful enemy? Something still doesn’t add up. You need to confirm this second-hand information—perhaps even speak to your uncle himself.
As the second-born to the Duchy of Moravia—the so-called “spare”—you’re not as essential as your elder brother, but you still carry symbolic power. Enough, perhaps, to serve as the perfect ambassador.
You hadn’t been certain about this journey. Your father had refused to let you go, fearing to lose you to the unforgiving sands of the Levant. But you fled the palace, trusting your seemingly loyal friends—friends who have now abandoned you to your fate.
Maybe they were overwhelmed by the sheer immensity of the Arabian Desert—the killer of men—or, in its native tongue: Rub’al-Khali, the Empty Quarter. Nothing grows in it. Even friendships come here to die.
But you don’t hold it against them. This isn’t their fight—it never was. It’s yours alone.
You had no purpose in Moravia. And this journey—dangerous, uncertain—was your hope for meaning in a senseless life.
However, whatever your final decision may be, you’ll need all the help you can get to reach Zalenica safely—and perhaps even to get out of there alive, if your uncle has failed to defend the city. This young man inspires a certain calm in you, and you’d much rather have him by your side for the entirety of the journey. The question is: can you convince him?
After mulling it over carefully, you break the habitual silence that always settles between you whenever you don’t initiate the conversation. You address him:

***

— I don’t know if I’ll still have any wealth by the end of this journey—I’ve been betrayed by those I trusted most. But right now, I may be the only one who can help Prince Stanislav defend the city of Zalenica against the Empire. I can offer you no guarantees, no riches—only the honor of having served a noble cause, should you choose to guide me safely to Zalenica.


— My uncle is the Prince of Zalenia, and I am second in line to the Duchy of Moravia. If you take me to him, you’ll be richly rewarded by my uncle. He’s expecting me at the palace. The future of his realm depends, in no small part, on the decisions my father will soon have to make.

soyjuanma86

I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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