Desert of Vanished Souls SEASON 2– Episode 19 – The Siege

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“You are queen of a fallen world,” he said, voice trembling. “And of this new one we build.”

> She thought: Power is not taken by blood. It is taken by love that will not bend.

The battle came swift and brutal. Arrows whistled through hot air. Spears clashed. Dust rose in choking clouds. Anna tended the wounded under a date palm, her hands red with blood.

At dusk, when the last mercenaries lay dead or fled, Amastan found her kneeling beside a dying boy, whispering prayers.

“If we die today,” she said softly, “know that you gave me more freedom in chains than any throne gave me crowned.”

He touched her cheek with his calloused thumb.

“We will not die today. This desert belongs to those who know her songs.”

The sandstorm came first, howling like demons. When it cleared, mercenaries appeared on the horizon – hired men from Algiers, mounted on lean desert horses, blades flashing in the sun.

Anna watched from the ridge beside Amastan as their warriors prepared.