Masarautar Zalunci book 1 Compelet Abdulfatah Isa

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Masautar Zalunci 

Chapter 5: The Fall of the Giant

The fierce assault executed by Vizier Hannas merely grazed the grotesque face of the monster. The beast, however, remained tightly on its guard. Thus, this grueling, dark struggle continued between the great Ogre Jirgam and Vizier Hannas for an entire grueling hour, with neither fighter gaining the definitive upper hand over the other.
Suddenly, Ogre Jirgam cast away the massive tree trunk he wielded in his hands. Seizing the opening, Vizier Hannas adjusted his tight grip upon both his heavy broadsword and his battle-axe. With a thunderous roar, both combatants charged forward, hurling themselves into a second brutal clash. At this point, the nature of the duel shifted dramatically; the monster grew deeply unsettled and grew monumentally infuriated. With blind rage, Ogre Jirgam unleashed a wild, savage swing directly at the Vizier’s neck, intending to decapitate him in a single blow.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Vizier Hannas ducked beneath the blade, executing a rolling maneuver flat along the dusty ground. He repositioned himself directly behind the beast, rolled across the earth a second time, and propelled himself high up into the air. At that precise split-second, just as Ogre Jirgam spun around to face his opponent, Vizier Hannas brought his sword down in a horrific, cleaving strike straight across the beast's face.
Thick dark blood sprayed violently from the wound. Ogre Jirgam unleashed an earth-shattering, incredibly defiant roar of pure agony.
Blinded and disoriented, the monster lost all tactical composure, swinging his massive fists wildly through thin air. Witnessing the chaotic frenzy Ogre Jirgam had fallen into, Vizier Hannas deduced that the beast had been permanently blinded by the blow.
Emboldened, the Vizier redoubled his efforts, unleashing a rapid flurry of slashes and deep thrusts directly at the monster’s bloodied face, while the beast desperately raised its massive arms to shield its eyes. True is the proverb: "Ignorance is darker than the dead of night." For if Vizier Hannas had possessed any inkling that this erratic behavior was merely a deceptive trap orchestrated by the beast, he would never have advanced a single step closer. Suddenly—

Chapter 6: The Treacherous Trap

Vizier Hannas threw himself entirely into executing relentless slashes and thrusts, while the cunning Ogre Jirgam focused solely on parrying and shielding himself.
Slowly, Ogre Jirgam began retreating backward, and Vizier Hannas aggressively pursued him, intensifying the speed of his assault. The very moment Ogre Jirgam sensed that Vizier Hannas had completely let his guard down and grown overconfident in the duel, the monster unleashed a devastating counter-attack with his razor-sharp talons. With two brutal sweeps, the beast carved deep, horrific gashes into the Vizier’s arm and thigh.
The flesh tore open instantly. Racked by agonizing pain as blood erupted from his limbs, the Vizier let out a piercing, wretched shriek and collapsed heavily onto the ground, completely spent and defeated. Seizing his advantage, Ogre Jirgam charged forward with terrifying speed, intent on executing a brutal, finishing execution upon the fallen Vizier.
Seeing the horrific doom rushing toward him, Vizier Hannas gathered the absolute last of his failing strength, flattening his body against the earth with the grim determination to finish the beast or die trying. The ogre raised its massive arms, intending to impale them straight through the Vizier’s chest and abdomen. Yet, with a final, desperate burst of adrenaline, Vizier Hannas drove his broadsword straight up into Ogre Jirgam’s eye.
Instantly, the massive monster leaped high into the air as if violently yanked upward by a catastrophic catapult, before crashing heavily onto the earth, writhing in its final death throes.
At that exact moment, the sheer physical toll overtook Vizier Hannas, and he slipped into unconsciousness. When the Vizier’s elite vanguard saw their master collapse alongside the beast, panic gripped their hearts. They swarmed over his body in a frantic, collective rush to salvage his remaining life force. Lifting his battered body, they carried him into the cool shade and hastily erected a specialized medical tent.
Without wasting a single second, the chief royal physician, Durkar bin Kairu, commenced his emergency operations, while the remaining elite troops encircled the perimeter, establishing a tight, unyielding defensive guard.

The Crisis of the Crown

This was the harrowing ordeal that befell Vizier Hannas bin Zauwar and his breakaway faction after fleeing the cataclysmic battlefield where King Harkusu bin Larab and King Lukuman bin Taufir of the Great City of Persia had clashed in total war.
Meanwhile, far away within the territory of Turkey, grave tidings reached Prince Khalid bin Harkur. He received word that King Lukuman had utterly vanquished his royal father in battle. Furthermore, the reports indicated that Vizier Hannas had launched a treacherous rebellion against the crown, deserting the battlefield alongside an elite vanguard of one thousand high-ranking troops. Prince Khalid’s mind fell into absolute turmoil, consumed by agonizing uncertainty regarding his father’s physical fate. Without a moment's delay, he summoned the entirety of his royal assembly and addressed them as follows:
“O my assembled people! I stand before you to officially declare that dark tidings have reached my ears. King Lukuman has defeated our Sovereign King in open warfare and has successfully captured his royal person. As I speak to you now, my father is held in chains within his enemy's grasp.
I know with absolute certainty that if we do not act with monumental speed to rescue the King from our adversary's hands before another day and night pass, Lukuman will throw him into the depths of the Prison of Agony. For in the entire civilized world, King Lukuman possesses no enemy more hated than our Sovereign King. This hatred stems from the fact that our King previously executed King Lukuman’s father through cold, calculated sorcery and political assassination.
As you well know, the Prison of Agony is a dark abyss from which no living soul escapes; you depart from its gates strictly as a lifeless corpse, unless a total coup occurs and a new King ascends the throne to grant a royal pardon. Aside from that miracle, there exists absolutely no escape from its depths.
However, according to the ancient martial laws of the City of Persia, when a high-value royal captive is seized, they do not immediately drag him into the Prison of Agony.”

Chapter 7: The Forest of Sorcery

“They hold the royal captive within a secure vanguard station for exactly three days before executing the final judicial decree. If you are sentenced to the abyss, you are marched away then; if you are to be executed on the spot, the blade falls then.
Therefore, it is absolutely imperative that I journey to see the great sorcerer Zilmanu bin Sarmul. He alone possesses the piercing clairvoyance and deep mystical wisdom required to reveal the safest, swiftest path to liberate my father from the clutches of our sworn enemy, King Lukuman. For this reason, I officially dismiss this courtly assembly.”
The moment Prince Khalid concluded his urgent address, the entire court erupted into heavy tears, weeping over the horrific doom that had befallen their Sovereign King. Yet, beneath the sorrow, certain hidden factions rejoiced in secret, praying to the heavens that the tyrant ruler would never return alive.
Prince Khalid marched deep into the royal inner quarters, saddled a powerful warhorse, and emerged into the courtyard. Accompanied by a loyal vanguard of ten elite cavalrymen riding at his back, he set a direct course for the ominous Forest of Budar.
The Forest of Budar was no ordinary wilderness; it was a highly unnatural, tightly warded realm of absolute terror. Within its boundaries, the sorcerer Zalmanu had synthesized an array of diverse, artificial beasts of black magic that roamed the woods like restless ghosts—including mystical apparitions resembling Lions, Leopards, Hyenas, Monkeys, Wild Dogs, and massive Elephants.
These unnatural entities required neither food nor water to survive; they existed solely as vessels of pure catastrophe and malice. No matter how formidable or heavily armed a human warrior might be, physical blades and sharp spears held absolutely zero effect against their enchanted hides.
Throughout the dark wilderness, strange, shimmering mystical streams slithered across the terrain, bordered by surreal, glowing flora of foreign hues. Undeterred by the ominous environment, Prince Khalid and his elite vanguard pressed deep into the heart of the forest until they finally arrived before the sanctuary of the sorcerer Zalmanu.
The sorcerer Zalmanu materialized as a remarkably young, striking man, possessing the magnetic aura and physical build of a legendary warrior. Yet, he was a notoriously ruthless mystic of the highest order.

Chapter 8: The Sorcerer’s Decree

Zalmanu was a terrifying, highly volatile sorcerer; in the entire region, there existed no mystic more dangerous or unstable than he.
Prince Khalid stepped boldly across the threshold into the sorcerer’s sanctuary, taking a seat upon a specialized dais. The grand chamber was exquisitely adorned, glittering with an opulent array of pure gold, rare pearls, and precious gems. The very moment Prince Khalid settled into his seat, a dense, unnatural column of smoke began cascading downward from the ceiling, coiling over a magnificent, enchanted throne. As the smoke dissipated, it shifted forms, revealing the physical manifestation of the sorcerer Zalmanu.
Instantly, the sorcerer Zalmanu burst into a deep, booming laugh that echoed through the stone chamber with absolute defiance and arrogance. He began to speak with an air of immense authority and supreme dominance:
“Welcome, O noble Prince of the Realm. Tidings of your journey reached my consciousness long before your boots touched my forest, and I know precisely what quest brings you to my door. Therefore, cast your eyes toward the eastern wall!”
As the Prince turned to look, the stone wall shimmered, projecting a crystal-clear vision of King Lukuman bin Taufir’s grand palace. Within the vision, King Lukuman stood proudly before a gathering of thousands of his cheering subjects, declaring in a booming voice:
“I am filled with monumental joy over this historic victory I have seized against my greatest adversary, Harkus! Therefore, I have ordered this massive, lavish festival so that every citizen may feast and drink to their heart's content. Furthermore, the Great Deity Salka has revealed to me the exact method to dispose of King Harkus, decreeing that we must hold him right here in our local garrison for exactly two days.
The deity explicitly warned us never to let him survive past the third day as traditional laws dictate, for doing so will invite a catastrophic disaster upon our kingdom. Therefore, let the dances commence! Drink the wine and engage in every manner of sport to celebrate this historic victory!”

Chapter 9: The Prophecy of the West Wall

“Once these festivities conclude, I shall personally execute a specialized, prolonged torture upon my hated enemy, Harkus bin Larab, forcing him to endure a cascade of unspeakable agonies and public humiliations. On that day, you shall witness the tears of his entire broken empire!
His traitorous Vizier Hannas is not here to save him; his son Khalid is not here to save him; his legendary warlord Wurgas bin Sha’aran is nowhere to be found, and his formidable court sorcerer Zalmanu bin Sarmul is utterly powerless to intervene! If I choose to slice off his nose, I shall slice it; if I choose to carve his flesh into pieces, I shall carve it! Woe to you, you utterly humiliated, pathetic King!”
Finishing his tyrannical speech, King Lukuman glared down at the bound, kneeling form of King Harkus and spat violently into his face, before turning to settle back onto his grand throne.
With a single, sharp wave of his hand toward the stone wall, the sorcerer Zalmanu vanished the vision of King Lukuman into thin air. Turning to Prince Khalid with a cold, knowing smile, the mystic waved his hand toward the wall a second time. Instantly, glowing mystical runes materialized across the stone, reading as follows:

“If you desire to achieve total victory in liberating your royal father from his doom, you must assemble a highly specific, unified vanguard consisting of the following core champions: >
The legendary Warlord Wurgas bin Sha’aran; the fierce female warrior Sumulat, daughter of Nasaru; your own royal person, Prince Khalid bin Harkus; and the mythical hunter Hantar bin Zubar—backed by an elite army of exactly ten thousand high-ranking troops.
It is an absolute spiritual decree that you must commence this campaign under the cover of this very night. Furthermore, while the physical trek from these lands to the City of Persia normally spans a grueling two days and a full night, I shall weave an enchantment to shorten the fabric of the journey, reducing the entire trek to a single day.”

Chapter 10: The Phantom Guide

“Therefore, it is absolutely imperative that you return to your kingdom and finalize your preparations immediately, for you must march out under the cover of this very night. The moment you cross the threshold of my forest, you will encounter a powerful demon servant of mine, the high Jinn Kashasha, who shall serve as your official vanguard and guide throughout this perilous campaign.
You must obey his instructions with absolute fidelity if you hope to achieve success; if you dare to defy his counsel, your entire campaign will end in absolute ruin. I know the unyielding pride of the female warrior Sumulat well; therefore, you must use absolute royal authority to force her into total submission before the Jinn Kashasha.”
“For any further counsel, consult the Jinn Kashasha directly. Farewell for now.”
The moment Prince Khalid finished reading the mystical runes, he turned back toward the enchanted throne to question the sorcerer Zalmanu, only to find the seat completely empty. As he rose to march toward the exit, a bizarre, disembodied laugh—resembling the hideous braying of a donkey—echoed through the empty chamber with immense force and arrogance.
Prince Khalid scanned the room with the utmost scrutiny, but finding no living soul, he stepped out of the sanctuary.
The moment he crossed the threshold into the open air, he stopped dead in his tracks, coming face-to-face with a gargantuan, monstrous entity. It was a demonic being of such colossal proportions and unmitigated hideousness that the Prince had never witnessed anything of its caliber in his entire life.
Upon spotting Prince Khalid, the high Jinn Kashasha immediately lowered its massive frame, addressing him with profound, calculated reverence.
“Welcome, my noble commander. I trust your royal preparations are complete and you are ready to march?”
Prince Khalid looked up at the towering Jinn Kashasha with a calm, assured smile. An immediate sense of respect for the entity blossomed within his chest, for the Jinn displayed a genuine, burning urgency to avenge the capture of his royal father and was clearly eager to unleash war.

Chapter 11: The Vanguard of Turkey

“The final war preparations are underway,” the Prince replied. “We must now gather the remaining champions of our vanguard.”
With deep reverence, the Jinn Kashasha rumbled, “Then let us fly with maximum speed to unite the champions, for time flies relentlessly.”
Prince Khalid commanded his ten elite cavalrymen to scale the gargantuan back of the high Jinn. Instantly, Kashasha launched his massive frame into the heavens, tearing through the clouds at a terrifying, mind-boggling speed. Within a remarkably short span of time, they crossed the vast distance, arriving directly before the grand city gates of Turkey. Prince Khalid commanded the Jinn Kashasha to descend.
The moment their feet touched the earth, Prince Khalid and his elite vanguard dismounted from the Jinn's back and marched through the bustling city paths. They set a direct, unswerving course for the grand palace. Upon entering the throne room, the Prince issued an immediate royal decree for his chosen champions to be summoned to the palace halls post-haste. Royal couriers scrambled out into the city to execute his command.
A short while later, the heavy iron doors slid open, admitting the legendary Warlord Wurgas bin Sha’aran; the fierce female warrior Shumulat, daughter of Nasaru; the mythical hunter Hantar bin Zubar; and the elite vanguard of ten thousand battle-ready troops. As these legendary champions assembled in the center of the hall, Prince Khalid stood tall upon his dais and commenced his address as follows:
“O my assembled champions! I stand before you to officially declare the monumental, perilous campaign that lies directly ahead of us. This young, formidable army standing before you is a chosen, lethal force—a vanguard packing the most elite warriors of our age, including the legendary Warlord Wurgas, the fierce warrior Shumulat, and the mythical hunter Hantar...”

Chapter 12: The March of the Ten Thousand

2. Narrative Synopsis & Character Guide

The Epic Campaign of Persia and Turkey

This text is an excerpt from Masarautar Zalunci-2 (The Empire of Tyranny, Book 2) by Abdulfatah Isah. It belongs to the classic Hausa epic fantasy and martial arts fiction genre (Littattafan Yaki), heavily inspired by Middle Eastern folklore, sorcery, and ancient military warfare.

Character Profiles

• Vizier Hannas bin Zauwar: The highly skilled but opportunistic prime minister/general of King Harkus. After deserting the royal army during their defeat by Persia, he flees into the wilderness with 1,000 rogue troops, only to become embroiled in a near-fatal duel with a monstrous wild ogre (Dodo Jirgam).
• Prince Khalid bin Harkus: The fierce, proactive young prince of Turkey. Upon learning of his father's capture and the betrayal of Vizier Hannas, he takes full command of the state, using forbidden sorcery and demonic alliances to launch a high-stakes rescue mission.
• Boka Zalmanu bin Sarmul: A volatile, incredibly powerful sorcerer who resides in the lethal, illusion-filled Forest of Budar. Though young and highly dangerous, his loyalties lie with the crown of Turkey, prompting him to alter the space-time continuum to aid Prince Khalid.
• Aljani Kashasha: A colossal, monstrous Jinn bound to the service of the sorcerer Zalmanu. He possesses the ability to fly at supernatural speeds and serves as the strategic guide and transport vehicle for Turkey's elite task force.

• The Three Champions (Wurgas, Shumulat, Hantar): The highest tier of military might in Turkey. Wurgas is the seasoned warlord, Shumulat is a fiercely independent and proud female swordmaster, and Hantar is a legendary wilderness tracker and hunter.

  3. Literary Analysis & Epic Fantasy Themes

  1. The Subversion of the Duel: Body Horror & Proverbial Deceit

  The author utilizes classic Hausa fantasy motifs in the duel between Vizier Hannas and Dodo Jirgam. The phrase "Rashin sani ya fi dare duhu" (Ignorance is darker than the night) serves as a turning point in the battle. The monster uses standard animalistic rage as a feint, tricking the human fighter into dropping his tactical defensive posture. The resulting injuries to Hannas's arm and thigh emphasize the high physical stakes of the lore—even the most elite human generals are biologically vulnerable when facing supernatural folklore entities (Danni / Dodo).

  2. The Space-Time Distortion of the Sorcerer's Decree

  A classic trope of West African and Islamic fantasy literature is the alteration of geography by a sorcerer (Boka). Zalmanu does not merely give advice; he directly rewrites the laws of distance:

This compression of time highlights the cosmic scale of the conflict. It establishes that the war between Persia and Turkey is not merely a political struggle fought with steel, but a metaphysical war fought via demonic proxies and deities (Deity Salka vs. Boka Zalmanu).

3. The Martial Law of the Three-Day Royal Captivity

The plot introduces a brilliant legalistic ticking-clock mechanism. According to Persian military custom, a captured king cannot be summarily executed or thrown into the bottomless Prison of Agony (Kurkun Masifa) until exactly seventy-two hours have elapsed. King Lukuman's deity attempts to break this custom out of fear of a rescue mission, setting up an intense chronological race against time for Prince Khalid's elite vanguard.

4. Epic Fantasy Vocabulary & Motifs Glossary