Call from the Past
Deep in the desert reside two ancient tribes. One, the Medjai, were the protectors of the living. They were constantly at odds with the second tribe, the Shadows, protectors of the dead. Only twice had there ever been peace between them. Both times that the undead was awakened.
It seemed that at least once a month there was a battle. Both tribes were fierce warriors, but the Medjai belonged to Islam while the Shadows followed the ancient ways.
So it was that on a cool July night, the tribes clashed in a bloody battle that left many wounded and even more dead.
"This one is still alive, My Lady. Shall I kill him?"
"Stay that blade!" an old voice hissed. "My Lady, he is a chieftain. Perhaps you can find out-"
"Perhaps. We'll take him back with us."
Deep in the desert reside two ancient tribes. One, the Medjai, were the protectors of the living. They were constantly at odds with the second tribe, the Shadows, protectors of the dead. Only twice had there ever been peace between them. Both times that the undead was awakened.
It seemed that at least once a month there was a battle. Both tribes were fierce warriors, but the Medjai belonged to Islam while the Shadows followed the ancient ways.
So it was that on a cool July night, the tribes clashed in a bloody battle that left many wounded and even more dead.
"This one is still alive, My Lady. Shall I kill him?"
"Stay that blade!" an old voice hissed. "My Lady, he is a chieftain. Perhaps you can find out-"
"Perhaps. We'll take him back with us."