Allon Sihiri Part 3 By Abdulaziz Sani Madakin Gini

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At the exact moment those luminous spirit-beings (the Jinn of Light) began slashing the bodies of Prince Lubainu and his companions, blood sprayed and splattered violently. Meanwhile, Darbusa the Sorcerer roared with wicked laughter and pure delight. The three companions collapsed to the ground, waiting for the inevitable as life drained from their bleeding bodies.
Just as the sorcerer's vicious guards stepped forward to deliver the final, brutal death blow, one of Darbusa’s chief ministers burst into the palace courtyard. Terrified and running frantically, he stumbled over his own feet as he screamed out to the sorcerer. This sudden interruption caught the attention of both Sorcerer Darbusa and his wicked guards, causing them to turn and fix their eyes on the panicked minister.
Upon reaching them, the minister collapsed at Darbusa’s feet, panting heavily as if his very soul were about to depart. Only when he partially caught his breath was he able to open his mouth and speak:
"O, my leader! A formidable rider is descending upon your domain on a pitch-black horse! He is clad entirely in snow-white garments, completely concealing his body and his face, and a massive, heavy sword is slung across his back."
Upon hearing this report, profound astonishment gripped Sorcerer Darbusa. In all his years residing deep within this enchanted forest, no mortal creature—whether human or spirit—had ever managed to approach within a three-day distance of his domain without his prior knowledge. He had always known exactly who was coming and why they were coming, until this very moment.
In a fit of intense rage and shock, Sorcerer Darbusa glared at his guards—the Jinn of Light—and commanded, "Follow me! Let us go and slaughter this wretched human who dares approach us. Whoever he may be, I know he is our enemy."
The moment he finished speaking, Sorcerer Darbusa drew his weapon, and instantly, several black phantom steeds materialized before him through his sorcery. He and his six wicked guards mounted the horses.
In great haste, the chief minister looked up at Sorcerer Darbusa and asked, "My leader, what shall we do with these three adversaries of ours?"
Hearing this question, Sorcerer Darbusa cast a glance at Warrior Lubainu and his companions, who lay pools of their own blood, suspended between life and death. He burst into a wicked laugh and replied, "They are nothing but corpses waiting for a grave. In a very short time, they will all be dead. No one can save them in the state they are in. With the amount of blood pouring from their bodies, not a single one of them will survive."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sorcerer Darbusa, the wicked spirits, and the horses they rode vanished into thin air, disappearing completely from the palace.
The moment they vanished, the chief minister turned his gaze toward Queen Akisatul Sauwara and her companions. Laughing mockingly, he said, "How foolish can you be? What utter madness possessed you to make the reckless mistake of coming to this domain to steal my master's Magic Tablet? Your doom is absolute; you will achieve nothing, and your lives end today."
Hearing these words, Queen Akisatul Sauwara looked at the minister, struggling for breath, and said, "I am content to die knowing I succeeded as a warrior who breached the very throne room of your leader and fought his armies. But I have one final favor to ask of you after my death. Please, step closer so I can whisper it to you; I do not want anyone else to hear."
When Queen Akisatul Sauwara reached this point in her speech, the minister burst into a wicked laugh for the second time. He stepped closer and knelt right in front of her face to hear her whispered words.
Queen Akisatul Sauwara leaned in as if to speak into his ear, but using her lightning-fast combat reflexes, she blindsided him. She swiftly drew a sharp dagger from his own waistband and plunged it directly into the center of his chest!
The minister let out a horrific shriek as blood erupted from his chest, and he slumped to the floor, dead.
Seeing what had transpired, the remaining guards in the palace rushed furiously toward Queen Akisatul Sauwara. Suddenly, she sprang up instantly. Tearing a piece of fabric from her garment, she tightly bound the severe wound on her thigh. She leaped to the side where her sword lay, scooped it up, vaulted into the air, and landed right in the center of the charging guards, unleashing a relentless barrage of slashes and thrusts. She systematically dismantled them, dropping them to the ground dead one after the other.
When King Darmanu and Prince Lubainu witnessed the extraordinary bravery of Queen Akisatul Sauwara, they pushed through their immense pain with sheer willpower. Binding their own bleeding wounds, they stood up and rushed to her aid, plunging the room into a fresh, chaotic, and ferocious battle.
Meanwhile, outside Sorcerer Darbusa's domain, the mysterious warrior approached the entrance. He pulled the reins of his horse and came to a dead halt upon seeing Sorcerer Darbusa and his entourage waiting for him. A tense, silent standoff ensued as Sorcerer Darbusa and the stranger locked eyes.
Breaking the silence, Sorcerer Darbusa demanded, "O, strange warrior, who are you? And what brings you into this forest, even daring to approach my gates?"
Upon hearing this question, the mysterious warrior remained silent and uttered not a word. Instead, he dismounted his horse and drew his sword from its scabbard. Seeing this action, Darbusa’s forces drew their own swords, assuming he was launching an attack.
To their surprise, the stranger used the tip of his sword to trace words upon the earth. He wrote the Kalmar Shahada (the Islamic testimony of faith), alongside an explanation stating that he had come to propagate the religion of Islam in this region.
Seeing this, Sorcerer Darbusa became thoroughly enraged. He barked fiercely at the stranger, "Are you a mute who cannot open his mouth to speak? Or do you possess a face so hideous that you must hide it from the world?"
In response to the insult, the mysterious warrior clapped his hands three times. The moment he did, a dwarf emerged from the thickets, running at a terrifying speed that made him appear as though he were flying. His velocity was nothing short of miraculous.
Reaching the mysterious warrior, the dwarf bowed respectfully and asked, "What is your wish, my master?"
The warrior communicated with him using sign language. Understanding perfectly, the dwarf turned to face Sorcerer Darbusa and announced:
"My name is Dazyan, and I am the servant of this mysterious warrior before you. Know that my master is not a mute. He conceals his voice and his face due to a profound secret that is not for you to know. However, as he has already explained to you through his writing, we are travelers from a distant land, and we have come to present our religion to you—the religion of Islam! Islam is the religion of truth. The path you currently follow—the worship of idols, spirits, and sorcery—is nothing but polytheism and manifest deviance!"
Before the dwarf could even finish his sentence, Sorcerer Darbusa cut him off with a thunderous roar. Glaring at him in absolute fury, he hissed, "You and your master are utterly foolish and devoid of intellect! How dare you imagine you can bring a new religion to us and expect us to accept it, when we have followed the faith of our fathers and ancestors for generations? You have walked straight into the house of death. Not only you, but any of your kind who dare step foot into our lands will deeply regret it. Right now, I will ensure you meet a humiliating demise, the likes of which has never been recorded in history."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sorcerer Darbusa signaled the Jinn of Light surrounding him. Instantly, they released the reins of their steeds and charged at full speed toward Dazyan and his master.
Seeing them rushing toward them, Dazyan leaped high into the air, scaling a massive tree, where he began moving his lips in silent prayers for protection. His master, the mysterious warrior, leaped gracefully onto his horse as if weightless. Raising his sword high into the sky, he let out a powerful battle cry: "Allahu Akbar!" (God is the Greatest) and charged the spirits.
Even before they clashed, the luminous spirits and their phantom steeds became deeply terrified, shaken to their core by the spiritual power of the warrior's battle cry. The moment they collided, a devastating and earth-shattering battle commenced. The mysterious warrior systematically cleaved through the Jinn of Light and their steeds; upon being struck, they burst into flames, burning instantly to ashes that were carried away by the wind.
When Sorcerer Darbusa witnessed the catastrophic damage the mysterious warrior was inflicting on his forces, his fury boiled over, and his confidence shattered. He realized this stranger was no ordinary opponent and that sorcery would have no effect on him. However, relying on his own physical prowess and raw strength, Darbusa drew his sword and dismounted his magical steed, which instantly vanished. He sprinted at full speed toward the stranger.
When the distance between them closed to a mere ten paces, Sorcerer Darbusa launched himself into the air like an arrow shot from a bow, aiming a lethal, decapitating strike at the warrior's neck. With lightning-fast reflexes, the mysterious warrior raised his own blade to parry the blow. The sheer force of the collision was so immense that it nearly dislodged the stranger's turban.
Enraged by the strike, the mysterious warrior leapt backward off his horse, executing a spectacular, gravity-defying aerial maneuver. Even his servant Dazyan, watching from the safety of the treetops, found himself clapping in amazement at such an incredible display of martial skill.
While still mid-air, the warrior delivered a counter-strike that mirrored Darbusa's initial attack but carried far greater weight and power. The force of the blow brought Sorcerer Darbusa to a painful halt, forcing him down onto one knee as the sharp edge of the warrior's blade ripped through his garments.
Darbusa sprang back to his feet instantly, adjusting his stance in utter astonishment. Throughout his lifetime of battling powerful warriors, he had never encountered anyone with such raw physical strength and peerless combat skill.
However, a sudden suspicion began to trouble his mind. Every time he looked closely at the mysterious warrior, the silhouette and frame of the body strongly resembled that of a woman. Yet, considering the explosive agility and sheer physical strength of the strikes, he reasoned it was impossible for this warrior to be female. In that moment, Darbusa resolved that by any means necessary, he would unveil the face of this stranger, even if he failed to kill them.
After a tense, silent gaze that lasted a few seconds, they charged at each other simultaneously. Upon colliding, they engaged in a fierce, unparalleled duel, exchanging rapid slashes and thrusts with extreme agility, endurance, and heroism. They maintained this intense, deadlocked combat for nearly half an hour without either gaining the upper hand.
Realizing that Sorcerer Darbusa was wasting precious time, the mysterious warrior shifted combat styles, integrating a barrage of punches and strikes alongside fluid, evasive leaps and rolls. This sudden tactical shift completely disoriented Sorcerer Darbusa, allowing the warrior to land three brutal punches directly to his face. Instantly, Darbusa's nose and mouth erupted in blood, and his eyes swelled severely.
They continued to trade brutal blows in this horrific, nerve-wracking battle. While Sorcerer Darbusa initially managed to parry some of the punches and strikes, he was soon completely overwhelmed, losing any opportunity to counter-attack.
Midway through the exchange, the warrior blindsided Darbusa, leaping up to deliver a powerful kick squarely to his face. The immense force of the kick sent Sorcerer Darbusa spinning through the air three times before crashing heavily to the ground. One of his upper teeth was knocked clean out of his mouth alongside a thick clot of blood.
The pain was so blinding that he saw stars. As he lay face down on the earth, he felt his head throbbing violently, unable to support his own weight. Recognizing that this stranger vastly outmatched him in strength and skill, Darbusa forced himself to his feet through sheer survival instinct. Pretending he was about to continue the fight, he suddenly turned on his heel and fled into the dense forest, running so fast his heels practically struck the back of his head.
Seeing the sorcerer flee, Dazyan scrambled down from the tall tree and rushed over to his master, shouting praises: "He flees! The ultimate remedy for a coward is to run! Behold the one who relies on Allah, the terror of the infidels!"
Hearing these praises, the mysterious warrior raised a hand, signaling Dazyan to be quiet. He then advanced quickly toward the entrance of Sorcerer Darbusa's stronghold, with Dazyan following closely behind.
Witnessing the flight of Sorcerer Darbusa and the advance of the mysterious warrior, I, too, followed them into the stronghold.
I shall pause the chronicle here, hoping it has entertained you. Please leave a like and comment; if the reception is good, I will post Part 3B later.

THE MAGIC TABLET

Book Three (3) — Part B

Inside Sorcerer Darbusa's palace hall, Prince Lubainu and his companions had spent nearly half an hour engaged in a brutal struggle against the remaining guards inside the fortress. Lubainu and his allies fought valiantly, systematically wiping out the enemy forces. Exhausted to the point of collapse, they sank to the floor, panting heavily as if their very breath were leaving them.
No sooner had they fallen out than the echoing thunder of numerous footsteps reverberated from the distant corridors of the fortress, advancing rapidly toward their position. Terrified by the sound, they forced themselves back onto their feet.
Before they could formulate a defense, a massive horde of giant warriors emerged—men built like the ancient, primal giants of old. Armed with vicious weapons, they poured into the palace hall from the east, west, south, and north in countless numbers, instantly surrounding Prince Lubainu, King Darmanu, and Queen Akisatul Sauwara.
Seeing the hopeless odds, Queen Akisatul Sauwara lowered her sword. Looking at King Darmanu and Prince Lubainu with a heavy heart, she said, "It is over; our journey ends here. There is no way we can defend ourselves against an army of this magnitude in our current state. No amount of physical strength or sorcery can save us now. Our ambitions are shattered, and the end of our lives has arrived. We must simply accept our fate. Attempting to fight these warriors will only waste our remaining strength in vain, without achieving even a fraction of victory."
As Queen Akisatul Sauwara finished speaking, a solemn despair washed over King Darmanu and Prince Lubainu. King Darmanu dropped his sword to the floor. Prince Lubainu hesitated, moving as if to drop his weapon as well, but suddenly halted.
"No!" Lubainu defied. "If I am to die, I would rather die fighting as a hero than perish as a coward! Life is a matter of timing and destiny, and since death is inevitable, I will test my fate to the very end." Raising his sword high, he gripped the hilt with both hands.
Seeing this defiance, the commander of the giant horde burst into a wicked laugh. "Boy, it was nothing but sheer recklessness that brought you to this domain. You will find nothing here except your ultimate doom!" With that, the commander raised his hand, giving the signal to descend upon Prince Lubainu and his companions.
Before a single one of his soldiers could make a move, a thunderous battle cry of "Allahu Akbar!" shattered the silence, filling the entire palace hall. Everyone whirled around toward the source of the sound.
There, they beheld the mysterious stranger charging into the hall at a terrifying speed with his sword drawn. Though the distance between him and the thousands of giant warriors was at least twenty paces, he cleared the gap in a single, massive leap, crashing directly into the center of their ranks. He unleashed a devastating storm of slashes and thrusts. Operating entirely alone, he scattered their lines like a catastrophic plague.
Whenever they attempted to swarm and overwhelm him, he dispersed them instantly, darting beneath their strikes and vaulting over their heads with dizzying agility. Every single slash of his blade brought down over forty men, leaving them dead on the floor.
When Queen Akisatul Sauwara and her companions witnessed this awe-inspiring, near-miraculous display of combat prowess—which defied all human logic and comprehension—they stood paralyzed in absolute astonishment, staring wide-eyed at the unfolding marvel.
The battle grew progressively more violent. Enraged by the slaughter, the giant soldiers threw themselves at the mysterious warrior with everything they had, launching relentless attacks from all sides. Yet, despite their numbers, the stranger continued to rip through them. Blood sprayed copiously across the hall as severed limbs flew through the air; the soldiers shrieked and screamed as they fell dead.
For two and a half grueling hours, this brutal clash raged on. Throughout the entire ordeal, not a single enemy soldier managed to inflict so much as a scratch on the mysterious warrior, nor did he show any signs of fatigue. He continued his relentless assault, though the sheer volume of the giant horde made it seem as if their numbers were multiplying.
While this chaos unfolded, the dwarf Dazyan crawled beneath a heavy table, hiding safely away to enjoy the spectacle. He kept reciting prayers for protection to ensure no stray blow reached him, for in his entire life, he had never so much as held a sword, let alone possessed the ability to fight or defend himself.
The fierce battle raged on for another hour, until the remaining giant soldiers finally realized they were completely outmatched. The mysterious warrior had already slaughtered two-thirds of their entire army. Those who hadn't perished were horribly mutilated; some had lost legs, others arms, and some had half their shoulders cleaved away, remaining upright through sheer stubbornness.
When the surviving giants realized they could never hope to defeat this unstoppable warrior—and that continuing the fight meant total annihilation—they turned tail and fled, abandoning their wounded comrades as they ran for their lives.
Suddenly, a profound silence fell over the palace hall, as if no living soul remained within it. A silent standoff ensued as the mysterious warrior and Prince Lubainu's party stood looking at one another.
Dazyan emerged from his hiding spot, taking his place behind the mysterious warrior with a smile while brushing off the thick layer of dust that coated his body. The intense combat had pulverized the furnishings of the palace, kicking up a massive shroud of dust.
After a long, silent gaze passed between the mysterious warrior and the companions, Queen Akisatul Sauwara stepped forward. Approaching the stranger, she looked at him and asked, "Who are you, and what is the reason you have saved our lives?"
Hearing this question, the mysterious warrior glanced at Dazyan. Dazyan turned to Queen Akisatul Sauwara, bowing respectfully, and addressed them:
"Hear me, you three noble warriors. Know that my master does not remain silent because he is a mute, nor does he conceal his face because he lacks beauty. He does so because of a great and profound secret; we trust you will not pry into it. Know that we are travelers from a foreign land, and we have come to this region to present our faith to you—the religion of Islam! Islam is the religion of truth. Any other faith you practice—whether it be the worship of idols, the sun, the moon, or spirits—is a manifest delusion! Sorcery is likewise a grave sin of polytheism. Therefore, we call upon you to repent, forsake your false religions, and accept ours. My master saved your lives simply because he recognized that the Sorcerer you fight is a tyrant and a polytheist. Will you now accept this religion of ours, or will you reject it?"
Upon hearing this declaration, Queen Akisatul Sauwara, Prince Lubainu, and King Darmanu exchanged glances, remaining silent as no one knew how to respond.
Breaking the silence, Queen Akisatul Sauwara cleared her throat, looked at the dwarf, and said, "O, diminutive man..."
Hearing this term, Dazyan scowled deeply, cutting her off instantly. "Listen here, girl! Do not insult me or show me disrespect. Know that I have lived long enough to father someone of your stature, so it is entirely inappropriate for you to call me a diminutive man!"
Hearing his rebuke, Queen Akisatul Sauwara bowed apologetically and said, "Forgive me, I did not know the proper name by which to address you."
The dwarf replied, "My given name is Dazyan, though I am also called Abul Yazrin."
Queen Akisatul Sauwara responded, "From this day forth, I promise to address you as Abul Yazrin out of respect. Please tell your master that we require definitive proof to convince us that this religion you bring is indeed the religion of truth. Furthermore, we need time to deliberate and counsel one another so we can inform you of what signs we require to attain peace of mind and full belief in this new faith of yours."
Hearing this, the mysterious warrior looked at Dazyan and gave him a series of hand signs.
Dazyan turned back to Queen Akisatul Sauwara and said, "My master says he hears your words and accepts your explanations. However, he wishes to establish two things with you. First, he wishes to know what brought you to this stronghold to spark a war with this Sorcerer. Second, he wishes to know how much time you require to make your decision, and what specific proof you desire from him to convince you that his religion is the religion of truth. He warns you to ensure that whatever you tell him is the absolute truth..."