Author's Note: Guys sorry for keeping you waiting. Medical school eats up my time quite literally...I'm still set on finishing this story though so please keep posted ;) If I can wait for George R.R. Martin to finish A Song of Ice and Fire for god knows how long already, so can you wait for me! I promise not to take that long haha
Yes this is a short chapter, please don't bother pointing it out :) It was longer actually, but I decided to cut it because it seemed to droll at that length.
VII
The mumuu charged just as he had a massive tree to his back.
A split second would decide whether he lives or dies.
The enormous beast's massive tusks would effortlessly spear through his scales, skin, flesh and bone.
His twin Lig swords were no defense against the angry beast.
He took a literal leap of faith just as the mumuu charged toward him.
The split second was enough.
The mumuu barrelled headfirst into the tree's unyielding trunk.
As the beast recoiled in confusion, he transformed his jump into an offensive drop.
He awoke at the same moment that his blades had driven themselves deep into the beast's hide.
The red-gold light of the Kaleesh dawn was shining through his quarters' windows.
He took a moment to appreciate the warmth before he quickly rose and splashed his face with some water from the nearby refresher.
One dream for seven nights.
The khan waited until the morning had waned enough for most of his home-tribe to be up and going about their business when he finally left the citadel which had served as his home.
Seven.
He took his time, savouring the warmth of the Kaleesh sun on his scaly skin and returning the greetings and gestures that his tribe—men, women, and children—gave him as he passed by.
The walk was short.
A wall of ornately decorated cloth stood before him.
Though in pristine condition, the wall of cloth was incredibly old. Precisely how old, even the elders of the tribe no longer knew.
It hid his real destination away from sight.
The regiment of guards who stood by the wall's great entrance knelt and set their spears down in reverence to the great khan as he passed through.
In contrast to its voluminous wall, the cave entrance itself seemed unremarkable—it was simply a moderately sized opening into a great wall of mossy red rock.
The only details of note were the iridescent glyphs that adorned the cave mouth and the slender figure who stood there dressed in a simple hooded cloak.
He walked towards the figure who stood by the cave entrance and bowed low.
The hooded figure returned the gesture.
"Good morning, Khan Sheelal," it said in a feminine voice, "the Myystan would be pleased to know you are visiting. Come."
The khan followed the acolyte and entered the cave.