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Owls desert, Owls temple ruins; now inhabitted by the three headed old god of confusion 'Buhishin'
But a year ago the mighty once uncontested king Osega of the golden nation Trine had fallen by the hand of Buhishin's second tentacle called 'Atadema'.
Of his strike force but a few had gotten away from the killing field to report to the castle, Osega's first son Paa Aman had been struck with rage and setted out for the desert on his own.
When he arrived however, it was not Atadema that stood waiting but his father himself, taken over to be Buhishins Third tentacle replacing Gibren of Hura (writers note: Enn Ihuren, Eken's sister after she too had been taken over, see Diades/Early Esau saga)
Dorned with a shining golden mask with the shape of a sun, the burning true sun reflecting on it hurted Aman's eyes, but he recogniced his fathers silhouette.
"Father, are you still alive.. i heard your elite troops were massacred.. did you fight off the enemy by yourself?"
Aman's father the king did not answer yet slowly raised his arm holding what seemed to be a staff.. From the sand a blade rose up .. a bardich as golden and bright as the mask.
".." Aman stepped back.. "Do you.. not recognice me"
Without warning the king struck his blade in Aman's direction, there was no hesitation. Aman rolled to the side just barely evading the cutting edge but was hit on his back bluntly regardless..
coughing Aman turned toward his father again.. "You are.. not.. my father anymore.., you swing your blade visciously.. barbaric.. without direction, my father.. had greater grace"
"Very well" Aman concluded as he himself drew his sword' "I have not come here to flee like my fathers men, for without his consent i am no king"
Unmoved by Aman's words King Osega charged at Aman once more mindlessly swinging his blade, Aman resisted, deflecting the blows one after another but its inhuman strenght was unrelentless.
Before long Aman wore wounds and could no longer stand upright to fight Buhishins final tentacle effectively..
Looking up into the stale face of the sunmask Aman wondered if he now too would be made a puppet to the old god, afterall.. if the very King was now fighting in its name, how could he' the mere prince resist.
But Osega this time would not move, almost as if it recogniced Aman's total defeat, respected his surrender.
Around him the remaining tentacles of Buhishin slided throughout the sands as hungry serpents ready to inject their overtaking venom..
"n...noooo...." Struggled a voice behind King Osega's mask.. Suprising the tentacles into a pause..
Aman could only smile as the body of his once father rose the golden bardich above his head and cutted toward Aman's neck.
With a killing blow.. what was left of the king had made sure Buhishin was refused another puppet.