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The sheik Omar Sahid al Maliq's palace was imposing and sumptuous. Inheritance of a wealthy family for generations, it had been modernized by the current sheik, providing all the comforts that money can buy.
Its facade was imposing and impressive, however, it showed all the charms of a building made to shelter dreams.
The walls were of an almost shining white, in undulating lines, common to Arabian taste, and rose to great heights until they gave way to towers and roofs of gold.
On the main dome, a flag with the family's coat of arms identified who the majestic palace belonged to.
There were more than two hundred rooms spread over several floors. All the expensive furniture attested to the good taste of its owner.
After three weeks of business travel, the sheik approached his valuable property. He was proud of his possessions and all he had achieved.
But he was absolutely convinced that his most valuable asset was in the palace's master suite. His wife Bethany.
She was the cause of his breathing, the reason for his joy, and the fuel that moved him. He loved her passionately and showed that love at all times. There was electricity between them that lit up a room.
The sheik's magnetism found equal strength in his wife's personality. The woman who made him happy and presented him with his son, Benjamin al Maliq, heir to his kingdom, his power, and all his material possessions.
When he thought of the baby, Omar's smile expanded. The son was beautiful, which was natural, given his lineage of royalty and the stunning beauty of Bethany. But the boy also proved to be very smart for his age. From an early age, he recognized his father and jumped into his arms, making Omar proud and happy.
Bethany sometimes laughed at her husband's comments, “Look, Bethany. Ben follows your movements with his eyes.
“He is probably hungry, Omar.”
“Ben is an observer. Our son will move the world.”
“He has already moved my world, for sure.”
“And you have moved mine, Bethany.” While saying this, the sheik approaches the wife and kisses her lips softly.
"Do you want to give me the boy, Omar? I will get him to sleep.”
“No. Today Prince Benjamin goes to sleep listening to the stories of his ancestors.” And the sheik sat in a comfortable armchair, with the sleepy baby in his arms. For about ten minutes he told stories of kingdoms and adventures. Then he was silent because his wife was lodged at his feet and when Bethany saw the request in the eyes of her husband, she started to sing a beautiful lullaby. It lulled the boy to sleep and filled the man's heart.
The three-week trip had been too long for him. But his uncle had insisted on his presence and prolonged his stay abroad, creating a series of problems. This had irritated Omar, who was determined to take serious action on his relative's attitude.
But at the moment, he didn't want to think about it. His arms almost ached from the need to hug Bethany.
He hurried up to the royal quarters, only to find them empty of the beloved presences. The servants, when questioned, looked confused and terrified. They just answered his questions about his wife's whereabouts, with a confused 'I don't know'.
It was unacceptable. Tired of the incompetent people, Omar went to interrogate his butler Amin, since he had been requested by the sheik, to manage the needs of Bethany and the baby.
Omar was blunt because he felt irritated again.
"Where are Bethany and the baby, Amin?"
“They ran away, my lord.”
The sound of shattered objects thrown at the walls and the sheik's violent screams were heard throughout the palace.
This increased the panic that had settled in the place since Bethany's escape.
There would be harsh consequences for those involved in this situation.
A LINE OF CAMELS
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Scott had stayed at the end of the line to watch his group traveling at a slow pace since the heat was too much. He followed a group of about thirty people, well organized for the long march to the final destination. Some of them cooked, others set up camp. About ten fighters always traveled with the group, in case of an attack to plunder.
There were highwaymen on these roads. They lived on it and were merciless. They had been vomited from the society of the surrounding villages, due to their inability to live with others. They were noisy, disheveled, and had a rotten odor. It was never pleasant to meet such a bunch.
But Scott was prepared for everything. Very accustomed to these trips, there were no surprises for him. He prepared for eventualities. His sharp mind played a game, the prize of which was survival in this hostile world.
He always sent three men ahead two days in advance. But it had already happened that these scouts had died up ahead and the villains had caught up with their group, which was marching towards them, without knowing it. He had won hand-to-hand combat in those past fights, but it was more exhausting.
Scott had now improved his strategy. The scouts left two days ahead, but after one day, one of them came back. Two kept going. They took turns with a fourth man who hurried forward while the first one rested. One of those two must be getting back by then. In this way, he always had two scouts ahead and every day one had to be back.
That way they would know that not every scout had been killed upfront. If no one returned within that time, they would deviate from the route.
It was a game. Almost foolproof. But, of course, there were always surprises. That was what gave commercial trips an extra flavor, apart from the profits they provided. It kept Scott alert and happy.
But not this time. His cargo was too precious. His sister and nephew were worth everything to him.
In this trip, all precautions were taken, both for the way ahead and for the possibility of being followed.
He didn't believe an attack was possible, he was surrounded by people he confided in.
Scott had fighters of the highest skills and friends who would give their lives for him, as he would for them. Many were related to each other, cousins and uncles who had become accustomed since childhood to fight together and protect themselves.
Even so, Scott did not risk letting his guard down. This wasn't a trip on which he was going to rest much. He would sleep on some other occasion. He never thought about the possibility of dying on the way. He was a winner. And a survivor.
But even surrounded by the best fighters, his sister traveled anonymously. Scott did not want the fact that the sheik's runaway wife traveled with them to spread widely.
She was hidden in the wagon, during the journey, and in the tents furthest from the main group, at night. She also wore simpler clothes, which somewhat disguised her royal posture.
On this trip, for personal contact with Bethany and her baby, Scott had chosen only four or five people, of his highest trust.
Past:Michelle Clarkson was a very pretty girl. She worked at the municipal library during the day and went to study business administration at the School of Commerce at night.She was punctual and organized at work. Her love for books showed, in her indications to the library members, that often asked for her opinions. Michelle also got good grades at school.She was working hard and educating herself because she had a dream. Mainly it consisted of leaving her home because her parents drank a lot, the house was always a mess and the shouting and cursing were constant there.Fortunately, she was never beaten by them because the parents entertained themselves by hitting each other. Many times, Michelle had to clean their mess after they had broken furniture and glasses and went to the bedroom or the nearest sofa for a drunken slumber. She was used to it since it had been happening her whole life, nonetheless, it made her sad.When she saw families h
Past:Tom had not been as excited as Michelle imagined he would be when she told him about the baby.“Tom, don´t you want to be a father?”“Of course, I want to be a father, sugar. It is just that I didn´t expect it to happen so soon.”Tom had gone back to calling her ‘sugar’, after their trip. She really didn´t mind it that much, it is just that Michelle missed hearing him call her ‘his love’. Tom had never said the complete sentence to her anyway. Maybe after the baby was born, he would find the perfect occasion to say: ‘I love you’. She expected fervently for that.“I think this is the perfect time for us to start a family, Tom.”“And you may be right. It is not that I don´t want to. The truth is that I had plans for us.”“What plans?”“I was thinking that we could travel the world for a couple of yea
Past:Michelle was really living her dream. Since she had quit her job, it was possible for her to spend much of her time taking care of Scott and enjoying her new home. Some nights she would get a babysitter to stay with the baby because Tom insisted that they went out to clubs and restaurants.Mrs. Chairtall was a nice old lady very experienced with babies and Scott seemed to like her, so Michelle was able to enjoy her nights out with Tom. They went to many different restaurants and tried international cuisine as well as local food.She also enjoyed their talks, mainly because Tom was very optimistic about their future and quite often he would mention that they were headed to become very rich.“What is your work about, Tom? I still don´t understand exactly what you do.”“It is too hard for you to understand, pumpkin.”“You could try to explain it to me, Tom. I used to do a business course, remember?&rdqu
Past:When Tom returned from his trip, Michelle still expected some explanation or apology from him. But he offered none, acting as if he had returned from the nearest bakery.He had toys for Scott and a bracelet for Michelle, but no explanation, whatsoever.Since she was afraid to anger him, she accepted the situation. Tom was in a good mood and he took Scott to the park almost every day.“This little guy makes me proud, sugar. He is just like me.”“I am glad to hear that, Tom.”Their new routine was very simple. On most mornings, the proud dad took Scott to the park that was just in front of their apartment. It gave Michelle time to clean the place and prepare their lunch. One thing was for sure, Tom disliked frozen food and for that reason, Michelle avoided it as much as possible. She liked cooking and took pleasure in trying new recipes that she found on the internet.“You could open a restaurant, sug
Now:The ride under the desert sun was not an easy one. That is why Habibdul started very early in the morning and had everybody resting when the sun was stronger. That is when the group would eat and rest. He was a strong leader and everybody trusted him.From experience, he knew that the animals also needed their rest otherwise they would slow their pace. Owners who forced the animals too much could even make them sick or cause their death.Scott had hired Habibdul services many times in the past. More than that, they were friends and Scott had confided in him about his hurry to arrive at their destination. But it wasn´t an easy task since they needed to avoid the main roads used by traders for centuries.Habibdul knew that soon they would be chased by the Sheik´s men, so he had to use his skills to avoid the confrontation. Every night he discussed escape strategies with Scott, who was also an experienced traveler of those lands.It h
Past:Always when Tom left home, it became obvious that he didn´t give a second thought to the well-being of Michelle and Scott.The first time he disappeared was the only time that he left some cash in his desk drawer. And it was just enough money to buy groceries and put some gas in the car. Had she or the baby needed clothes or even medicine, there would not have been any money to provide it.Since Tom always went overseas, Michelle felt lucky to be able to use the car. At least his postcards were from abroad because apart from them, there was no other indication of his whereabouts.But the second time that he left, Michelle only found empty drawers on his desk. She couldn´t believe that Tom would be so inconsiderate. Even if he was mad at her, baby Scott was innocent and unaware that he could starve if he depended on his father´s provisions.Michelle made a solemn promise to herself that it would never happen. She would work a
Now: Sheik Omar al Malik was surrounded by the men he trusted the most. This group was composed of his personal assistants Nahim and Youssef, his secretary Zyan and his cousin Khaleb, who once had risked his life to protect Omar. “Did you gather the information that I asked, Zyan?” “Yes, emir. We have questioned the housemaids and found out that the shaikhah left three days ago. She didn´t take any of her valuable belongings. Only some simple clothes for herself and the baby.” “Right. I imagined that. Did you find out if my brother-in-law was with her?” “He made an appearance on the day before the escape and stayed few hours. But when the shaikhah left with the baby, her brother was not with her.” “He probably came in advance to discuss the details with her. cousin.” “I agree with you, Khaleb. Nahim, how many men have you gathered for the search?” “One hundred and twenty, emir. We intend to send them in two separate rou
Past:Mrs. Chairtall had told Michelle how proud she was of the way she was handling a difficult relationship.She was patient with Tom´s eccentricities and never picked up a fight with him. At all costs, Michelle wouldn´t allow Scott to grow up amid a violent family. Mrs. Chairtall witnessed her struggle to guarantee some reliability for her baby.When Tom was absent, Michelle had a schedule that she followed with much effort. She would study online every morning, and then do house chores, while Scott was entertained by his favorite TV cartoons. He stayed in his bin with many toys and stuffed animals. In case he got tired of TV and asked for his mommy, Michelle would pick him up and play with him, or share some fruits and milk. He liked to fill her mouth with food and since she made funny faces to him, Scott laughed a lot on such occasions.Before lunch, she took him to the park, which he loved. Tom had got him used to this, which Michelle co