SULTAN

(setting; the view of dessert zooming in to the face of young youth(about 21) with pure white complex hidden behind the scars of blood frozen in the wound

ridding on a horse so slowly so that it feels like flowing with wind

but this young boy is not alone he is accompanied with a middle aged man with beard both wearing the traditional Arabic dresses)

young man; Mr salman how long do we have to go?

mr salman: my lord Qasim we are on journey to find sultan not any ordinary king many people have lost their lives in search of sultan be patient because that is the only thing we can do....

Qasim: sultan, why would he hide his identity, in spit of him being the ruler of half the world including golden sparrow (south east Asia)?

Salman; well Qasim we need to seek help to fight that man and get our kingdom back. iam really grateful to your teacher who atleast gave us hint about sultan being in the kingdom of Syria...

(Qasim the prince of arabic sulatanat (empire) is seeking for sultan to fight his uncle who unfairly dominated the kingdom and killed Qasims right to become king)

(on the other hand a beautiful golden complexion woman wearing thick embroidered clothes sitting on swing beside a lake touching water with her feet laughing her heart out until a sound behind her back calls her)

sound: PRINCESS!

princess: what is it Malal? you scared me i thought my dads soldiers are here..

Malal: as if you care..... lets go your highness is looking for you in the whole palace

princess: is everything okay why is she calling me (in a worried voice)

Malal: no actually she is making the flower continent for her hair and she can't find her beading needle....

princess: get her my needle from my room iam going for archery round...

Malal : but NIGARRR!

Nigar; bye (running towards archery ground)