Aragoth S'Harra Ahme Raahul

S'Harra Ahme Raahul is his name and the deserts of Aragoth isn't just his battlefield. We met by mere coincidence where I was in search of an Oasis far from any other sanctuary and he was in search for others who he could finally speak with. As silent as he was when he arrived, his jaws pried open for a short conversation between him and myself.

"Tell me stranger, where do you hail from?"
"I'm from a distant land of Galivas, the largest kingdom in existence if memory serves me right."

It wasn't long before we truly got engaged. He spoke to me about Aragoth, a land shrouded in enigma for it is cursed with a thick fog neither ship nor plane can pass without exiting the other side like the island wasn't there. He spoke about the occasional visitors such as I, curious of why this guardian has let me pass into Aragoth without turning me away from the untouched soil.

And I asked him our final question.

"Are you lonely here in the vast desert expanse?"




"... Not anymore, Friend."