THE ONE WHO WE COULDN'T SAVE

Back with Cauis and the group, the sun blazed high above as they made their way toward the Kingdom of Desert Ashar. The endless golden dunes stretched in every direction, the wind carrying whispers of ancient tales from the sands. Zahira rode at the front, her eyes scanning the horizon with practiced ease.

"We're not far from the capital now," Zahira said, her tone steady but laced with caution. "Stay alert. The desert is unforgiving, and travelers often attract unwanted attention."

Cauis leaned back in his saddle with a smirk. "Unwanted attention? Sounds like my specialty." He glanced at Axel, who rolled his shoulders, ready for anything.

"Just stay focused," Alisan said, her staff resting across her lap. "We've made it this far without trouble. Let's keep it that way."

June adjusted her hood to shield her face from the sun, the desert heat pressing down on her. The journey had been long and taxing, but something about the shifting sands felt ominous like the desert itself was watching them.

As they crested a hill of sand, Zahira pointed ahead. In the distance, rising from the dunes like a mirage, was the grand city of Ashar. Its towering sandstone walls gleamed under the sunlight, with spires and domes that sparkled like jewels in the desert.

"There it is," Zahira said with a small smile. "The capital."

The group took a moment to admire the sight before them. But as they drew closer, a shadow passed overhead a fleeting movement too fast to be caught. Axel tensed, his eyes narrowing.

"Did anyone else see that?" he asked.

Zahira's expression darkened. "Yes. And it wasn't a bird."

The group tightened their formation, the city's gates looming ahead. Something was waiting for them but whether it was friend or foe remained to be seen.

As the group gazed into the sky, a massive shadow swept over them. A giant monster bird with gleaming black feathers descended from above, its wings creating gusts of wind that sent sand swirling around them.

The creature landed gracefully, its talons digging into the sand, and on its back sat a rider clad in ornate desert armor. His face was obscured by a hood, but his voice was clear and commanding.

"Welcome back, Princess Zahira," he said with a deep bow from atop the bird. "The kingdom has awaited your return."

Zahira's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded in acknowledgment. "It's been a long journey. I trust things are well in the capital, Malik?"

The rider, Malik, smiled faintly. "Much has happened in your absence. The king is eager to see you. He'll be pleased to know you've returned safely… along with some new companions." His gaze shifted to the others, lingering on each of them in turn.

Cauis crossed his arms, flashing a sly grin. "I don't know about pleased, but I'm sure we'll make an impression."

Malik chuckled softly. "I've no doubt about that." He extended a hand toward Zahira. "Shall we escort you to the palace, Your Highness?"

Zahira glanced back at the group, giving them a reassuring nod. "Stay sharp," she whispered. "The palace will be safer, but not everything is as it seems."

With that, they followed Malik toward the grand gates of the city, the massive bird taking to the skies once more as their journey in the heart of Ashar truly began.

The streets grew livelier as they approached the palace. Merchants called out their wares, children ran through the market laughing, and colorful fabrics draped over market stalls fluttered in the warm desert breeze. The golden spires of the palace shimmered in the distance, a beacon of grandeur and prosperity.

June glanced around, taking in the vibrant surroundings. "So this is the capital of Ashar," she said with a small smile. "It's beautiful."

Axel grinned, soaking in the energy. "Way better than trudging through sand dunes, that's for sure."

Cauis chuckled, his playful tone returning. "I could get used to this good food, music in the air, and no sandstorms trying to kill us."

Zahira smiled warmly at the sight of her people. "Welcome to Eshara, my home. You'll find the city full of life and kindness. The capital is the heart of Ashar, where the desert blooms with culture and history."

As they approached the palace gates, the guards recognized Zahira immediately and saluted with warm smiles. The heavy gates opened with a deep hum, revealing a grand courtyard filled with lush gardens and fountains that sparkled in the sunlight.

Inside the palace, the grand hall radiated opulence. Sunlight poured in from intricately designed stained glass windows, creating a cascade of colors across the marble floor. Pillars adorned with golden patterns stretched toward the ceiling, depicting stories of Ashar's ancient victories and royal lineage.

A tall man in fine robes waited at the end of the hall. His expression was calm, his eyes softening as he saw Zahira. He bowed deeply.

"Princess Zahira," he said warmly. "The court has eagerly awaited your return. The king will meet with you shortly."

Zahira nodded with a gracious smile. "Thank you, Chancellor Yazen. It's good to be back."

Yazen's eyes moved to her companions, curiosity evident. "Your guests are quite the interesting company. They are most welcome in the palace."

"We're honored to be here," June said, giving a polite nod.

Cauis added with a grin, "We'll try not to cause too much trouble. No promises, though."

Yazen chuckled lightly. "I have a feeling you'll fit right in."

As they were escorted to their chambers, Zahira turned to her friends. "Get some rest. I'll take you to meet my father soon, and afterward, we'll explore the capital together. There's much to see and plenty of stories waiting for you here."

As Zahira stepped into the grand throne room, the golden light streaming through high windows cast a warm glow over the polished marble floor. The king sat upon an ornate throne carved from desert stone and inlaid with shimmering gems. His robes were regal, deep crimson with golden accents, and his eyes, though stern, softened as they rested on his daughter.

"Zahira, my daughter," the king said with a warm smile, rising from his throne. "How was your journey? It's been far too long since you've been home."

Zahira approached with a respectful bow before embracing her father. "It was eventful, Father. We encountered challenges along the way, but I've returned stronger and with friends who helped me through."

The king's eyes shifted to the group standing a short distance behind her. "Friends, you say?" His tone was curious but kind. "I am grateful for those who kept my daughter safe."

"They've been more than friends," Zahira said proudly. "They've become my allies, and each of them has their own unique strength."

The king nodded in approval. "Then they are welcome in our palace. Any ally of yours is an ally of Ashar."

He turned back to Zahira, his expression thoughtful. "Now, tell me more. What challenges did you face, and what news do you bring from beyond the desert?"

Zahira glanced back at her companions, a knowing look in her eyes. "There's much to discuss, Father. The world beyond our borders is changing... and we may need to prepare for what's to come."

The king's smile faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. "Then we shall speak in private soon. But for now, rest and recover from your journey. Tonight, we shall dine together, and you will share your tales with me."

"As you wish, Father," Zahira said with a nod. "It's good to be home."

With that, the king gestured to the royal attendants to show them to their rooms, his eyes lingering on his daughter for a moment longer, pride and concern mingling in his gaze.

As the group followed the royal attendants through the palace corridors, Cauis glanced around, taking in the surroundings with a curious expression. The air was comfortable not the sweltering heat they had expected from the heart of the desert. Even the breeze coming through the open windows was pleasantly cool.

Cauis turned to his friends. "Is it just me, or is this place way cooler than it should be? We're in the middle of a desert, but it feels like spring."

Axel nodded, wiping his forehead as if expecting sweat that never came. "Yeah, it's weird. I was bracing myself for the heat, but it's... nice? Too nice."

June, always observant, ran her fingers along the stone wall, noting the faint shimmer of runic symbols hidden within the carvings. "It's magic. The palace is protected by temperature control spells probably ancient ones. It's designed to keep the heat out and maintain a comfortable climate inside."

"Fancy," Cauis said, smirking. "I wouldn't mind having a spell like that on all our travels."

Alisan chuckled. "It's certainly a luxury. I can't blame them it would be unbearable otherwise."

Zahira turned to the group with a small smile. "Ashar's palace was built with powerful enchantments centuries ago to protect against the harsh desert environment. It's one of the reasons the city thrives. Our ancestors learned to live in harmony with the desert by blending magic and engineering."

"Well," Cauis said, stretching his arms. "I'm not complaining. It's a nice change from the freezing mountains we were in not too long ago."

As Zahira stopped in front of her chambers, she turned to the group, her expression warm but thoughtful. "Before you rest, there's something important we need to discuss."

Cauis raised an eyebrow. "Something serious?"

Zahira smiled. "Not exactly. It's about your reward."

Axel crossed his arms. "Oh yeah the compensation i forgot about it."

"Yes," Zahira said, folding her hands in front of her. "You all helped me reach the capital safely. You stood by my side through dangerous lands, fought off countless threats, and asked for nothing in return. The least I can do is reward you for your bravery and loyalty."

June shook her head. "We didn't do it for a reward."

Zahira chuckled softly. "I know, but that makes it all the more deserving. Whether it's gold, supplies, or even magical artifacts, the kingdom's resources are at your disposal. Just tell me what you need."

Cauis's usual grin faded, his tone turning serious. "Since you're offering, Zahira, I need to ask where's the place that holds the relics? The ancient ones. If it's possible, can we go there?"

Zahira paused, her eyes studying him carefully. "The relic vault? That's a heavily guarded place, Cauis. Only a select few have access, even within the royal family."Zahira paused, her eyes studying him carefully. "The relics aren't kept in the palace, Cauis. They're hidden deep within an ancient dungeon far from here. It's a dangerous place protected by magic and traps to keep intruders out."

Cauis's expression hardened. "Then that's where we need to go."

Zahira frowned slightly. "It's not that simple. The dungeon has remained sealed for generations. Few have returned from it... and even fewer with their sanity intact."

"Then we'll be the exception," Cauis said firmly. "Tell us where it is, and we'll handle the rest."

Zahira hesitated but nodded. "I'll ask my father about this. You'll need it if you're serious about this. But be prepared it won't be an easy journey."

"Nothing worth it ever is," Cauis replied.

The next morning, the group gathered in the royal dining hall. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating the grand room adorned with golden tapestries and intricate carvings. The smell of freshly baked bread, spiced meats, and exotic fruits filled the air.

The king sat at the head of the long table, smiling warmly. "Please, eat. Consider this my thanks for accompanying my daughter on her journey."

The group settled in, quietly enjoying the feast. After a few moments, Zahira turned to her father, her tone calm but direct. "Father, there's something we need to discuss. My friends have a request."

The king raised a brow, setting down his golden goblet. "Oh? What is it, my daughter?"

"They seek the ancient relics stored in the depths of the Desert Dungeon," Zahira explained. "They believe these relics might be crucial for their mission."

The king leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard thoughtfully. His eyes turned serious. "The Desert Dungeon is not a place to be taken lightly. It is a labyrinth of danger, protected by magic older than even our kingdom. Many who enter never return."

"We understand the risks," Cauis said, his voice steady. "But we're prepared. We've faced worse and survived. If the relics can help us, we have no choice but to retrieve them."

"We understand the risks," Cauis said, his voice unwavering. "But we're desperate. We need that relic without it, we won't stand a chance in what's coming. This isn't just for us; it's bigger than that."

The king asked why they needed the relic so urgently. That was when Cauis and the group revealed that they were the heroes summoned by the Kingdom of Drakmire.

The king's expression darkened with surprise, his gaze sharpening. "The heroes… summoned by Drakmire?" he repeated, leaning back in his chair as the weight of the revelation sank in. The room grew still.

Cauis nodded, his tone grave. "Yes. We were summoned to stop the growing Rift that threatens to consume everything. But we can't do it without the relics. Their power might be the only thing that can help us push back the darkness."

June folded her arms, her voice calm but serious. "We've heard the stories about the Rift how it corrupts everything it touches. If what we've been told is true, then we can't afford to waste any time."

The king looked at Zahira, his concern evident. "You've traveled with them… Do you believe this?"

Zahira met her father's eyes with unwavering certainty. "I do. I've seen their strength, their resolve. If anyone can retrieve the relic and use it to protect the world, it's them."

The king fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. Finally, he spoke, his voice solemn. "The dungeon where the relic rests is dangerous filled with ancient magic and traps set by our ancestors to guard it. Many have tried to retrieve it… few have returned. If you truly believe you can face what lies within, I will grant you access."

Cauis exchanged a glance with the group, then nodded. "We'll face whatever's in there. We've come too far to stop now."

The king gave a thoughtful nod before turning to one of his attendants. "Summon Kareem," he commanded. "He knows the way to the dungeon better than anyone."

Moments later, a man in desert travel gear entered the hall, bowing respectfully. His face was weathered from years spent navigating the harsh terrain, but his eyes were sharp and alert.

"Kareem," the king said. "You will guide our guests to the ancient dungeon. Ensure their safety, and help them retrieve what they seek."

Kareem straightened, eyeing the group carefully. "It will be a difficult journey, but if you're determined, I'll lead you there. Be ready the desert does not forgive carelessness."

The group exchanged determined nods. They had no intention of turning back now.

As the group prepared to leave, Cauis turned to the king, his tone respectful but firm. "We're truly grateful for your hospitality, Your Majesty. But time isn't on our side we need to leave immediately."

The king nodded in understanding, though a hint of concern crossed his face. "I wish you could stay longer, but I see the urgency in your eyes. May the desert winds guide you safely."

Zahira stepped forward and bowed lightly. "Father, thank you. We'll return once we've secured the relic."

The king raised a hand, his expression turning stern. "No, Zahira. You will not go with them."

Zahira blinked, surprised. "But Father—"

"No," the king repeated, his tone firm but filled with concern. "You are the princess of Ashar. Your place is here, ensuring the stability of our kingdom. The dungeon is no place for you."

"I'm not just a princess," Zahira said, her voice resolute. "I've trained for moments like this. I can help them."

The king's eyes softened, but he shook his head. "I know your strength, my daughter. But this mission is too dangerous, and the risk is too great. You've done enough by bringing them here and securing my permission. Let them handle the rest."

Zahira clenched her fists but knew her father's decision was final. She took a deep breath and nodded reluctantly. "Then at least let me provide them with what they'll need."

The king nodded. "Of course. Ensure they have everything required for the journey. But you will stay."

The group watched the exchange silently, understanding the weight of the king's words. Cauis stepped forward, placing a hand on Zahira's shoulder. "We'll take it from here. Thank you for everything, Zahira."

I'll be waiting for your safe return," Zahira said quietly, her eyes lingering on each of them. "Be careful."

With that, the group prepared to leave, a guide already waiting at the palace gates to lead them into the depths of the desert.

As the guide brought forth a massive bird with shimmering feathers and sharp eyes adapted to the harsh desert, he patted its side and said, "This is our ride. She's fast and knows the desert like the back of her wing."

The group stared in awe at the majestic creature, its saddle large enough to carry them all comfortably. The guide handed each of them long, dark cloaks that seemed to shimmer faintly under the sunlight. "Wear these. They're coated with protective magic. They'll shield you from the desert winds and the sandstorms that can tear through without warning."

June slipped hers on, the fabric surprisingly light but sturdy. "Impressive."

Cauis grinned as he adjusted his cloak. "Now we really look the part."

The guide climbed onto the bird's saddle and gestured for them to follow. "Hold on tight. The desert can be unforgiving, but with this ride, we'll reach the dungeon by nightfall."

Axel secured his cloak and glanced at the others. "Guess we're flying into the unknown again."

"Let's do it," Alisan said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As the group mounted the bird, the guide gave a sharp whistle, and the great creature spread its wings. With a powerful leap, it soared into the sky, the vast desert stretching out beneath them. The wind whipped past, but the magic of the cloaks kept them protected as they raced toward their destination.