The Djinn

The young man threw off his cloak and ran at inhuman speed towards the destroyed walls of Coimbra, the soldiers could not even notice the attack when dozens of them began to fall to pieces. The Moorish guards who began to discover that they were under attack, began to alert the army to draw their weapons, it seemed that a group of enemy soldiers were breaking into the ruins of the city.

Soldiers began to come out with their scimitars and bows to defend the ruins of the city, but it was useless, their heads, arms and insides were raining on the city. The Moors glimpsed the young man with green eyes full of anger raising his sword, now red from the enormous amount of blood he had spilled.

—It's him, it's him, attack him— the soldiers shouted in Arabic, unable to do anything to defend themselves. The few who could hit the lad with their swords watched with horror as they broke, as the arrows bounced as if his body were made of steel despite not bringing any type of mail or armor with him.

When the lad reached the main square of the town, he began to run towards a nearby house and opened the door. Inside, lay the corpse of a woman with arrows pierced through her back, he was holding a child, who had also been hit by the attacks. The young man leaned down as he touched the woman's face and closed her eyes. Slowly, he got to his feet and saw how, on the lintel of the door, there were some soldiers with bows aiming at him.

In old Galician, the young man told them: —I won't let you dirty her anymore, beasts—, and immediately, the heads of the soldiers fell rolling on the ground while the lad drew his sword again. He left the house and turned to see that there was a soldier scared to death.

—Where is your leader? That Almanzor guy —, he asked in old Galician.

Nervously, the soldier, who, although he did not understand Galician, was able to identify the word Almanzor and, trembling, pointed towards the Coimbra hill where the city's modest cathedral stood. The lad turned to see the building and his eyes shone a very intense green color, while the soldier fell dead to the ground with his head separated from his inert body.

Electric bolts began to emanate from the young man's body and a slight tremor was felt throughout the area. Below the lad, a crack appeared in the ground, which was caused by his enormous power.

In a river of corpses and the blood of Moorish soldiers, the lad arrived in front of the Coimbra cathedral and shouted at the top of his lungs: —Almanzor, come out at once so I can kill you, son of a bitch!—

The soldiers came out and tried to attack him with their arrows, to no avail. Stones, arrows, and even boiling oil that had served to repel his attacks earlier were thrown at the young man, but only managed to damage his clothing. The lad was completely unharmed.

Coimbra Cathedral was not an exceptionally large building. Historically, it had served as an episcopal headquarters since the time of the ancient Romans. This building was quite old and somewhat neglected. The yellowed walls were cracked and the statues of saints on the walls were already worn. A lofty cedar door stood between the young man and the interior of said holy building, though the wood was already moldy and somewhat rotten.

—My mother, you killed my mother and my friends, you filthy Moorish piece of shit. Come out at once if you are so brave and defend yourself with your sword— the lad yelled.

The soldiers panicked and began to flee.

—A djinn!— they shouted as they broke ranks. —By Allah, we are attacked by a monster, a demon! We have angered a djinn!—

Meanwhile, Al-Mansur, who was praying together with his elite soldiers and trusted staff inside the second hall of the cathedral, was abruptly interrupted by soldiers warning that they were under attack.

—Then stop them! How many are there?— Al-Mansur asked furiously.

—O...o...one sir—, the soldier who alerted him answered nervously.

—What?! Just one, you drunken piece of idiots. How is one person defeating them?—

—He's a monster, sir...a djinn— replied the soldier.

—A djinn?! Are you an idiot or what?— the warlord responded angrily.

—Go and stop him— and he gestured to his elite soldiers, —You guys protect my life, by Allah I'm going to crush this guy.—