One Hot Desert Night

Sheikh Rayad Rostam had blood on his hands, a bounty on his head and a burden he had carried for years. Though at times he longed for peace, he had lived on the edge for so long, he knew no other way. And today, as he stared out the palace window to the mountains towering over Bajul, the pain in his side reminding him of his recent face-off with possible death, his never-ending mission still urged him to continue.