Forty Thieves

I was running away from them. My baby was crying in my arms as I tried to shush him. The biting cold was harsh my already thin frame. My baby’s lips started turning white. I glanced at how my baby boy stopped crying. I continued running until the town was far behind us and all I could see in front of us were just a field of thick snow. My baby’s lips turned blue. “Oh Lord, please don’t let anything happen to him,” I prayed to God and caught sight of an old church up the hill to the left of the snow-covered path. “Hang on there, baby, we are almost there,” I whispered to him. The falling snow was heavier as the minutes ticked by. Soon we were caught in a blizzard. With much difficulty we managed to reach the old church. My heart sank as I saw that it was a dilapidated and abandoned church. It only meant one thing, no warm fire to save my baby. I went inside anyway as that was the only shelter available for miles on end. There was no fire wood by the fire place. No blankets, no rugs or anything that I could use to warm us up. All my baby had was me. I cuddled him closer. I was losing my baby. “No, God! Lord if you can hear my prayer I am at your House right now please let my baby live! You can take my live, please let my baby live!!! Please Lord I beg you,” I kept repeating my prayer believing if I prayer hard enough God will really grant my wish and let me trade my life for my baby’s life. I did not know how long I prayed. When I finally checked on my son he was cold and dead. God did not help us. My prayers went unanswered. I wished the Earth would just open up and swallow me up as I lost the will to live on. I had lost my son, what else was there for me to live for? My last thoughts before I lost consciousness was, “God failed me.” ******************************** This incarnation: Theeya is the direct descendant of one of the original Forty Thieves. When everyone thought it was just a bedtime story that was popularized in the 1001 Arabian Nights. Their entire life changed course, taking on a totally different direction the moment Ali Baba killed all forty thieves. Theeya’s ancestors were guarding their family heirloom zealously. The only clue her late father guarded zealously was the parchment containing clues to where the secret cave was. Every man of each generation tried and failed to unravel the well hidden secret. Years later, it became her father’s obsession. Unfortunately he died without fulfilling his wish, that was to claim his birth right. As her late father had no son, only daughters, Theeya took it upon herself to continue her father’s legacy, to reclaim their family’s inheritance. She consulted the help of a dashing Professor, specialising in Egyptology, to unravel the mysteries of the parchments passed down from her forefathers. She found herself falling in love with Prof Jeff Everett, a man whom she thought to be gay. Only two years before that Theeya turned down the marriage proposal from her ex who cheated on her and had a baby with another woman when they were stil together. Theeya promised herself that she had no time for romance. She must not get married. She must not let her father down. It was up to her to get to the secret cave and find that Holy Grail of Immortality even if that means going to the end of the world looking for it, not that she mind to travel with the devilishly handsome Professor Everett. Her legs would go jelly and she would swoon each time she was in the Professor’s presence. Can she really survive her adventure with Professor Everett? As they traced the footsteps of men who lived for the secrets of the cave and the Holy Grail, they found the other descendants of the original Forty Thieves. One thing in common bound them, one thing that none could ever ignore, the bloody red eyes that would haunt their sleep. Would these nightmares end once they unravel the ancient secrets of the Forty Thieves cave?

Ariya_Maya · Fantasy

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46 Chs

#ADVENTURE

#ROMANCE

#REINCARNATION

#R18

#SUPERPOWERS

#PRINCESS

Shattered Dreams, Realm of Hope

"Is it necessary for... War?"

I blinked twice as I tried to make sense of the gravity of the situation. We were in an enclosed space to convene while the celebration continued outside the transparent bubble that Zaccheus had created for us to sit down and discuss about our war strategies.

"Yes, Cassandra. That's why you returned," Zaccheus replied.

"Let me get this straight, you are saying time stands still here in this space and the beings here are happy to wait here as there is no concept of time here. Everyone is alive and happy, so why is there a need for war and change all of this?" I asked Zaccheus.

"But they were waiting for revenge and to reclaim their home! Our home!" He hissed.

"Wait a minute. Something doesn't add up here. I am just visiting from the future. Whatever that is going to happen would have happened already, right? So it will happen anyway now. War is happening. Or maybe not. Is it possible for me to rewrite the past?" I asked then turned to the Time Master.

"Tell me, Timothy, is there a possibility of me changing the past by doing things differently each time I time travel back to the past? And I have been here for awhile now, have I exceeded the limit and started to make my imprint on this realm?" The words just flowed from my mouth without me thinking about them.

I caught a frown on Zaccheus' smooth forehead as I glanced at him but I needed answers.

Timothy Chadwick hesitated and cleared his throat before shaking his head.

"Your Majesty. The prophecy said that you would be gone for a long time before returning to the Realm of No Time here to lead the war. I don't know what is supposed to happen but that is the story that was told to me as child. You were indeed gone for a very long time. It had been 4500 years," he kept his eyes lowered when he mentioned that.

"4500 years!!!" My eyeballs nearly popped out of the sockets.

"What happened to Cassandra in all those years? Did she die? And I am just here in my own body from the future?" I turned to Zaccheus.

"If you are asking me if you died in this lifetime at this point of time, no, you weren't dead yet. By now shouldn't you have known that when you time travel to your past lives you take the body of yourself in that lifetime and you live through it first hand?" He raised his brows, his expression hurt that I would even suggest that he was manipulating me for his own gains.

"I did not mean to accuse you of anything, Zaccheus. That was not my intention. I am just trying to make sense of everything. Must we go to war now? Since time doesn't matter here why not just let it be for eternity?" I asked, exasperation evident in my voice.

"Permission to speak, Your Majesty," Timothy interrupted.

"Granted, Speak," I said.

"This space can only exist for as long as the hope is up. If these beings know that you are back and they had been hoping for your return to lead them to war to reclaim their home, and you chose not to make their hopes come true, I am afraid the shattered hope will start to shake the very foundation of this Realm of No Time, even I as the Time Master have no power to stop the collapse of the realm," Timothy's eyes pleaded with me as he ended his speech.

"So this is not a Realm of No Time. This is a Realm of Hope. There is no other way. And who spread this prophecy anyway? Who created it in the first place?" I exclaimed.

Zaccheus turned to look me straight in my eyes and spoke: "You did."

"Wait, I did? So I am not only a Queen who happened to be a Goddess I also give out prophecies about myself?" I could not wrap my head around all the information.

"Yes, Cassandra you are all of that. Jeff had a say in how you lived your life though. He was your fiancé, both of you were betrothed to each other even before you were born. And then I came into the picture and took you away from him, taking you away from home, so he went berserk," Zaccheus looked at me to see my reaction to this piece of information.

"Did you kidnap me? Where did you keep me all those 4500 years?" I was bewildered.

"No, you came to me willingly. You allowed me to take you away. As for where you were hidden all those years... Take a wild guess," he winked.

My eyes flashed a hint of recognition as the idea popped up in my mind.

"The Cave of the Forty Thieves," I replied.

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