Sadauki Mai Zaki Book 2 Muawiyya A Muhammad

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 The Gathering at King Shazwan’s Palace

The Magical Arrival

When the jinni Haulatul-infal vanished instantly from the secret chamber to execute the orders of Dargas, the King of Sorcerers, everything transpired exactly as commanded. In less than fifty seconds, the jinni materialized at the gates of the royal palace, carrying King Shazwan and his entire entourage. Once Haulatul-infal dropped them off, he soared back into the sky and vanished completely into thin air.
King Shazwan did not meet with Princess Hushriba until daybreak. After the King finished his breakfast, Hushriba, Vizier Rufyan, the King of Sorcerers, and the rest of the sorcerers' entourage met him in his private audience chamber meant for receiving esteemed guests. At that moment, King Shazwan was seated on a magnificent, majestic throne, dressed in the grandest attire fitting for a powerful monarch. His flawless, handsome features were fully on display, and his body exuded an incredibly pleasant scent of rich perfume.

A Sudden Spark of Affection

The moment Princess Hushriba laid eyes on King Shazwan’s face, her heart pounded violently for the very first time. She found herself utterly unable to comprehend what was causing her heart to race so intensely.

• Was she falling into the early stages of love?

• Or was she simply overwhelmed by King Shazwan’s immense, commanding aura?
  These were the questions Hushriba could not answer for herself. She took her place on a lavish seat arranged directly across from the King. Once everyone was seated in their designated positions, King Shazwan began looking at them one by one, as if deeply analyzing or studying something. Whomever King Shazwan locked eyes with immediately cast their gaze down to the floor in submission.
  Stratingly, however, when his eyes met Hushriba's, he noticed that she stared right back at him without blinking even once. This audacity deeply astonished him. He thought to himself: Does this warrior princess not know my supreme status, that she stares at me so completely devoid of modesty? Yet, another part of his heart countered: Have you not noticed the nature of the look Hushriba is giving you? It is undoubtedly a look filled with the intense passion of love. Besides, why do you continue to stare back at her so excessively? As King Shazwan reached this realization in his thoughts, a wave of shyness overcame him.

  The Secret of the Wildfire and the Blind Boy

  King Shazwan quickly averted his eyes, turning his attention to the King of Sorcerers. Clearing his throat, he spoke for the first time with calm composure:

  "First, I welcome everyone gathered here, and I extend a special welcome to our guest warrior princess. Furthermore, the reason I have gathered you all here today is to listen to a full report regarding the disaster that has befallen us—this catastrophic WILDFIRE—and to receive further details on how to eradicate this plague."

  Upon hearing these words from King Shazwan, Dargas, the King of Sorcerers, cleared his throat and replied:

  "O my leader, I have already provided you with all the necessary details regarding the arrival of this warrior princess, Hushriba. What remains now is for us to listen directly to Hushriba regarding the method we must use to wipe out this devastating omen."

  When Dargas finished speaking, the warrior princess Hushriba cleared her throat and addressed the monarch:

  "O King Shazwan, know that the primary and most vital reason that brought me to your kingdom—and why I saved the lives of your people from the WILDFIRE PLAGUE—is the boy named Humair. He is the very boy you are hunting down to sacrifice, intending to offer his blood to your deity to protect yourselves from the wildfire.
  Right now, I am also on a hunt of my own to fulfill my ultimate desire: to possess the magical elixir stored in the palace of the King of Sorcerers. However, this goal cannot be achieved unless I meet the legendary warrior Hibairu, the KING OF WARRIORS, and present my request to him so that he may retrieve the elixir for me. The blind boy, Humair, is the only human being alive who speaks and understands the unique language of Hibairu, the KING OF WARRIORS."

  Hushriba leaned forward, her voice turning sharp and urgent:

  "As you can see, I desperately need the blind boy Humair alive, unlike you who are plotting to destroy him. Furthermore, let me reveal the truth about how you can stop this gathering storm of destruction. There are currently only 363 days remaining before THE KING OF WARRIORS, HUBAIRU, finishes training his magical war-bird to successfully exit the forest of Baitul-Shamshan and manifest in our world.
  O King, know that your kingdom will be the very first territory that the KING OF WARRIORS will flatten and erase from the face of the earth! Only the boy Humair can speak Hibairu’s language and understand how to plead for your mercy before him.
  Therefore, if you capture the boy Humair, slaughter him, and offer his blood to your deity, you are effectively stabbing yourselves with your own daggers. The moment the KING OF WARRIORS emerges from the forest of Baitul-Shamshan, he will utterly demolish your entire city, leaving no living creature behind to draw another breath!"

  The Strategy to Hunt Humair

  When the warrior princess Hushriba reached this point in her speech, absolute panic gripped every single person inside the chamber. The room fell into a deathly, suffocating silence.
  Breaking the silence, Hushriba continued:

  "Right now, we have no time to sit idle. We must launch an immediate hunt for the blind boy, Humair, to ensure he is securely in our possession. This is the only way all of us can achieve our goals.
  What you do not know is that the mysterious rider who saved the lives of the boy Humair and the youth Hizmal is none other than my own sister, Princess Sunaila! I know my sister inside out, and I know exactly how to separate her from the boy."

  Hearing this revelation, the entire room filled with immense joy mixed with awe. Hushriba took a deep breath and added:

  "Tonight, I want you to issue a royal decree ordering every single citizen of this city to gather at the palace at the exact time we set out to hunt Humair. As the saying goes, 'Strike while the iron is hot.' When the populace assembles, I will provide them with a protective magical substance that will shield them from the WILDFIRE until we return from our hunt."

  Upon hearing this magnificent solution, King Shazwan was filled with uncontainable joy. Without a moment's delay, he ordered his master of the stables to pass word to the royal criers that the King demanded the presence of every soul at the palace—sparing no one, not even a newborn infant. Once King Shazwan issued this decree, he dismissed Vizier Rufyan and the others so that everyone could complete their battle preparations and bid farewell to their families. This was exactly what transpired between the warrior princess Hushriba and King Shazwan.

  Part 2: King Uslaim and the Ferocious Ape Horde

  The High-Altitude Flight and the Forced Landing

  Meanwhile, the jinni Darmanu was flying at an agonizingly breakneck speed through the sky, carrying King Uslaim, the sorcerer Karzum, and a contingent of royal guard soldiers. They were desperately trying to track down the path of the jinni Marhutul-Azab, who was carrying the boy Humair, the youth Hizmal, and Princess Sunaila.
  Darmanu ibn Kaukas continued his furious sprint, tearing through thick blankets of clouds without slowing down. As they flew, the sun rose high into the sky, unleashing an oppressive, scorching heat. Realizing the harsh conditions, the sorcerer Karzum ordered the jinni Darmanu to halt and make camp.
  Upon receiving the command, Darmanu folded his massive wings and descended swiftly—*whoosh!*—landing heavily on the ground. The area where they landed was a rugged, desolate wilderness filled with massive rocks, winding streams, and deep, treacherous ravines. As some of the accompanying soldiers scrambled to dismount from the back of the jinni Darmanu, Karzum suddenly barked a harsh warning, commanding them to stay exactly where they were.

  The Ambush of the Elephant-Sized Apes

  The sorcerer scanned the horizon—looking east, west, south, and north. He then turned to King Uslaim and said respectfully:

  "O my leader, my spirit is highly unsettled by this forest. I sense a dangerous, hidden trap lurking here. I believe it would be far better for us to take flight again and continue our journey until we find a completely secure location to set up camp."

  Before Karzum could even finish his sentence, a massive horde of ferocious baboons and apes began pouring out from every single corner of the forest. Some leaped down from the highest branches of the trees, while others burst out from tunnels beneath the earth. Before anyone could react, the terrifying horde of apes completely surrounded them.
  These apes were colossal, each matching the sheer size of a bull elephant. Their faces were grotesquely deformed beyond description, and their bodies were covered in thick, matted, hideous fur. Astoundingly, every single one of them was fully clad in various types of heavy battle armor, just like human soldiers, and their hands wielded vicious, heavy weapons that threatened the life of any breathing creature.
  A tense, silent standoff ensued between the ape horde and King Uslaim's forces, lasting for about ten agonizing seconds. Breakng the silence, King Uslaim and his men swiftly unsheathed their weapons just as the roaring horde of apes launched a ferocious, synchronized charge.

  The Desperate Battle and a Shocking Discovery

  When the two sides collided, the wilderness erupted into a brutal, bloody war. Both factions slashed, stabbed, and hacked at one another with extreme agility, endurance, and raw power. However, as soon as the clash began, King Uslaim’s forces realized they had made a fatal mistake. Wherever the massive apes advanced, the royal guard soldiers were cut down, dropping dead to the earth in heaps.
  What truly baffled and terrified King Uslaim and his men was that their masterfully forged steel weapons completely failed to pierce or harm the apes; their blades simply bounced off. On the other flank, the sorcerer Karzum fought in the center of the horde like a raging demon. Yet, even after an hour of non-stop, exhausting combat, not a single person in King Uslaim's army had succeeded in killing or even severely wounding a single ape. Realizing that this battle would easily claim all their lives if it continued, absolute dread washed over them.
  When Karzum saw that they were on the verge of total annihilation, he began unleashing his most potent, dark sorcery to blast the apes to pieces. To his utter horror, his magic failed completely; he utilized over two thousand distinct, highly advanced magical secrets, yet none had any effect on the creatures.

  Changing the Rhythm of the Dance

  As King Uslaim plunged into the depths of his mind searching for a tactical breakthrough, inspiration struck. He swiftly sheathed his sword. In a burst of desperate fury, he snatched up a heavy, thick tree branch lying on the ground. Catching a massive ape completely off guard, he smashed the heavy branch directly over its head.
  To King Uslaim’s absolute amazement, the colossal ape let out a agonizing shriek and collapsed heavily to the ground, completely incapacitated!
  Seeing this, King Uslaim channeled all his physical strength into this new weapon, charging into the ape horde with the thick wooden branch. Wherever he swung, the armored apes dropped to the ground unconscious or dead, their souls fleeing to the afterlife. Seeing King Uslaim's sudden, devastating success, the apes swarmed him aggressively, covering him like a swarm of flies on a mango. In the long history of their clan, no living creature had ever inflicted such catastrophic damage upon them.
  When Karzum and the surviving guards witnessed how King Uslaim was decimating the monsters, they immediately followed his example. They discarded their useless swords, snatched up heavy tree branches from the forest floor, and began ruthlessly bludgeoning the apes.
  Indeed, the old proverbs speak the absolute truth: "It is only where there is no solid ground that a wrestling match is disputed," and "When the rhythm of the drumbeat changes, the dancer must alter their steps."
  The battlefield transformed into a chaotic cacophony of clashing wood, agonizing animal screeches, and the war cries of men. Billowing clouds of dust choked the sky, massive trees splintered and crashed to the earth, and boulders collided against one another, shattering into tiny fragments.
  On his end, the jinni Darmanu ibn Kaukas tore through the center of the apes like a raging forest fire. Wherever he reached out his massive hands, he snatched up two giant apes at a time, hoisted them high into the air, and smashed their heads against the rocky cliffs, killing them instantly.

  The Aftermath of the Slaughter

  Realizing that unmitigated doom had befallen them, the surviving apes broke formation and attempted to flee into the deep woods. However, King Uslaim and his forces pursued them relentlessly, tracking them down and violently striking them from behind. Before another hour could pass, King Uslaim's forces successfully wiped out the entire ape horde.
  As the dense dust finally settled, everyone gradually regained their composure. It was then that King Uslaim noticed the horrific toll the ambush had taken on his men: the ape horde had slaughtered at least five hundred of his elite royal guards.
  Without wasting any time, the survivors began gathering the corpses of their fallen comrades and treating those who had sustained severe injuries. They pitched tents to establish a temporary camp, and the maidservants immediately set to work preparing a much-needed meal. This was the harrowing ordeal that befell King Uslaim and his army on their relentless hunt for the blind boy, Humair.

  Part 3: Queen Nuwairat and the Prophecy of the King of Warriors

  The Flight of the Five Huntresses

  In a completely different part of the world, five elite young women—possessing an extraordinary, breathtaking beauty capable of maddening the heart of any man—were sprinting at a terrifying, supernatural speed on their bare heels, as if trying to flee from the world itself. They ran through a vast, majestic forest filled with towering trees, massive rocks, flowing streams, and jagged ravines.
  One look at these young women made it abundantly clear that they were seasoned forest-dwellers; their clothing was crafted entirely from raw leopard skins, and their feet were completely bare.
  Every time the young women cast their eyes toward the sky, they tightened their muscles and pushed their bodies to sprint even faster than before. While they were engulfed in this desperate run, an unseen force suddenly snatched one of the girls, dragging her violently up into the sky.
  The remaining four girls skidded to a dead halt, panting heavily for breath, feeling as though their very souls were about to leave their bodies. Tears streamed down their faces as they frantically spun around, scanning the canopy and screaming out their sister’s name. Suddenly, out of nowhere, her headless torso was violently hurled down from above, crashing onto the forest floor.
  Terrified out of their minds, the remaining girls fled even deeper into the wilderness to save their lives. No matter how cold-hearted a observer might be, witnessing the sheer terror of these fleeing girls would force them to shed tears. For these young women were being hunted by vicious, demonic monsters that bore the horrifying physical traits of hyenas.

  The Tyrant Queen of Garul-Mausul

  These girls hailed from a legendary, sprawling metropolis known as the city of Garul-Mausul. Garul-Mausul was a highly prosperous kingdom, widely renowned across the globe for its booming commerce, advanced agriculture, and massive livestock trade. More importantly, they possessed an army of exceptionally fierce, elite warriors who knew no fear on the battlefield.
  Queen Nuwairat bintu Darhaz held the sovereign throne of this magnificent city. Nuwairat possessed an incomparable, ethereal beauty that was whispered about in every corner of the world. She was a woman of perfect, athletic build—neither too tall nor too short. Her skin was a flawless, glowing dark-chocolate complexion, possessing a softness that mirrored that of a newborn infant.
  Her large, striking eyes were stark white, gleaming as brightly as pure, refined milk, while her deep pupils were as pitch-black as dark ink. Her nose was long, elegantly structured, and perfectly sharp. Beneath it sat a beautifully proportioned mouth with naturally ruby-red lips, housing teeth that gleamed with brilliant luster. Her neck was long and graceful, resembling that of a gazelle, and her chest was full, firm, and upright like a perfectly ripe papaya.
  Her stomach was completely flat, and her waist was strikingly narrow from the front, curving out into a prominent, high frame in the back—so perfectly structured that if an apple were placed upon it, it would sit perfectly still. She possessed thick, shapely, mesmerizing thighs, and her fingers and toes were long, delicate, and immensely attractive. Her hair was a rich, glossy black that shone like polished glass, cascading all the way down to her lower back.
  Without a doubt, wherever beauty was defined across the world, Queen Nuwairat was the absolute pinnacle.
  Yet, behind this divine visage lived a legendary, brutal warrior woman who fought with the ferocity of a man. Furthermore, she was a ruthless tyrant whose cruelty defied human comprehension; she spared absolutely no one, whether elderly or a child. What truly terrified the surrounding kingdoms was that she possessed a unique immunity: no manner of dark sorcery or magic could affect her. Consequently, whatever goal Nuwairat set her mind to, she achieved with absolute victory.
  Every nation Nuwairat targeted was systematically crushed; she would conquer their people, claiming them as spoils of war. For this reason, she became an untouchable, legendary force—a true thorn in the side of all sorcerer-kings and wizards. Any young man bold enough to declare his love for Queen Nuwairat was swiftly rejected, and many lost their lives entirely, dying of heartbreak over their failure to claim her as a life partner.

  The Haunting Dream and the Royal Wizard

  According to her annual custom, Queen Nuwairat was preparing to personally lead a massive, surprise military invasion with her grand army. However, on the very eve of this military campaign, she experienced a profound, terrifying dream that shattered her peace of mind and kept her awake.
  What she beheld in her slumber was the striking image of a remarkably handsome young man. In her entire life, she had never seen a human being possessing such devastatingly breathtaking beauty. From that moment on, Queen Nuwairat could not sleep, as her heart was instantly gripped by an intense, overwhelming love for the youth from her dream.
  The moment morning arrived, she dispatched a royal messenger to summon the kingdom’s grand sorcerer, Jadwar ibn Zairum. When the wizard Jadwar appeared before Queen Nuwairat inside her private bedchamber, he prostrated himself to pay his respects.
  However, when he raised his head and caught sight of Queen Nuwairat’s current state, he gasped in absolute shock. He hurriedly cast his eyes back down to the floor, his entire body trembling violently.
  The cause of Wizard Jadwar's intense shock was the highly revealing nature of the Queen's attire. At that moment, she was clad only in a sheer, completely translucent nightgown that barely reached her knees and left her chest heavily exposed. The radiant glow of the lamps inside the bedchamber illuminated her mesmerizing, bare silhouette beneath the see-through fabric.
  Noticing his profound distress, Queen Nuwairat addressed Jadwar in a soft, deeply troubled voice:

  "O my trusted advisor, what is the cause of this violent trembling, and why do you cast your face to the floor without looking at me?"

  Hearing this question, Wizard Jadwar opened his mouth, his voice shaking uncontrollably:

  "O my sovereign queen, I swear by the divine beauty of your form, I cannot look upon you in this state for even ten seconds! To gaze upon your physical beauty right now would cause me to lose my mind entirely, making me forget my own identity and all the profound secrets of my magic!"

  The Revelation of Hibairu and the Blind Boy

  Upon hearing the wizard's confession, Queen Nuwairat suddenly realized the state of her attire. She swiftly pulled a luxurious silk wrap around her body, covering herself completely. She turned back to Wizard Jadwar to speak, but the wizard raised his hand, signaling her to pause.
  Clearing his throat, Jadwar spoke in a firm, serious tone:

  "O my queen, you do not need to trouble yourself explaining what you saw in your dream. I have already witnessed it all inside my magical mirror, and I have conducted a deep investigation into the matter.
  O Queen of the world’s beauties, know that you have fallen into a trap from which it is exceptionally difficult to escape. The young man you saw in your dream—the one who has captured your heart so entirely—is none other than a cataclysmic, terrifying legendary warrior known as HIBAIRU, THE KING OF WARRIORS of the world!
  Hibairu is a unique entity who has lived his entire life deep in the wild, raised exclusively by wild beasts and jinns; he does not speak or understand any human language. Right now, he cannot emerge from the forest of Baitul-Shamshan where he resides until he finishes reciting the ancient incantations inscribed upon THE RING OF PREPARATION. On the day he finally manifests in our world, he will wage a total, devastating war against all of humanity to protect the honor and dominion of wild animals.
  No human being alive can converse with Hibairu or understand his tongue, save for a single blind boy named Humair."

  Jadwar paused, his face darkening with intense worry as beads of cold sweat broke out across his forehead. He looked at Nuwairat and delivered the final, crushing blow:

  "Furthermore, a highly distressing truth I witnessed inside my magical mirror is that there is a specific young woman who is destined to be the very first female human being THE KING OF WARRIORS will lay eyes upon. Because of this, Hubairu will fall so deeply and intensely in love with her that she will become the most precious thing in his entire existence. This is due to the magical psychological impact of her being the first female of his own species he has ever seen."

  Hearing this, Queen Nuwairat was struck with immense astonishment. She looked at Jadwar, her eyes flashing with dangerous jealousy:

  "Who is this girl who is destined to meet the KING OF WARRIORS first? I don't care where she is hidden on this earth—I will hunt her down and slaughter her myself! I will ensure that I am the very first woman the King of Warriors beholds, so that his absolute love is directed entirely toward me!"

  Wizard Jadwar let out a heavy, anxious sigh. He looked at Nuwairat and replied:

  "O my leader, know that hunting this particular girl down is a task of monumental difficulty. When I submerged my mind into the deep realms of sorcery to locate the city where this girl resides, I suffered immense, agonizing torment, even fainting forty times consecutively before I could finally uncover her location.
  Her city is called Darul-Arzik, and it is located quite a distance from your kingdom. What I have discovered is that the people of Darul-Arzik are highly dangerous, formidable sorcerers possessing immense magical power. This explains why, despite your years of invading and conquering surrounding nations and cities, you have never been able to detect the existence of Darul-Arzik."

  When Jadwar finished speaking, Queen Nuwairat’s face twisted into a smile of unmatchable, ruthless joy. She glared at Jadwar and declared fiercely:

  "I do not care about their formidable magic or their dangerous reputations! I will track this girl down, and I will destroy her completely. Have you forgotten who I am? There is absolutely no goal I set my mind to that I do not completely conquer..."