Akkadia - the desert of Biskarin

The desert was blooming this time of the year. To the casual observer the desert never changed. This was his home and he was attuned to the subtle changes all around him. He loved his desert. The tribes of Biskarin crisscrossed the desert throughout the year. Some tribes moved from oasis to oasis. Some tribes scoured the desert for its treasures for salt from the flat plains. During his sojourn in Port Estergom he had a message from his old friend. He had heard of all that had happened to his friend and his heart was breaking for him. The white walls of Port Estergom were behind him shining on the horizon. He brought the magic into his eyes and swept the desert again. The ‘sparkles’ in the desert had always been there. In front of his magical eyes the sparkles seemed to be different. There was a flow of the sparkles that he had never observed before. He was aware that there was a new building undergoing construction in his desert. Some Wizards and soldiers from Kornik had been building a compound in his desert. He had watched it build from the foundations. From time to time he had observed from a distance. He had occasionally spoken to the builders. The strangest building had sprung up in the compound. It was spherical in shape. He had never seen the like before. Kornik and Saint Zucchelli University were collaborating in this project. ‘No good would come of this’ he thought.