In the grip of the ancient world of Vistaara,
stood the desert, Saharim, cursed by Farrah.
She was among the pantheons, the greatest of gods,
but the Djinns of Saharim waged war against her odds.
She unleashed the dark darts to take hold,
though Djinns were neutralized, former
proliferated, reviving and laying their rule unfold.
Dark energies soon traveled, in mysterious sands
thus, the sun channeled its rays differently on that land.
Sought to disempower the dark darts having the upper hand,
but tribes fell into chaos in the upcoming days.
Three tribes still roamed the desert’s heart,
while many lost their lives, struck by dark darts.
First were the Ramaluns—the sand spirits,
guided by mystical visions through the dunes,
they guarded the tribe from illusions and tombs.
Second were the Ghirashas—the mirage makers,
their grandeur lies in mystical blending
becoming unseen and defending.
Third were the Zerthanis—the night voyagers,
who traveled under the guidance of the moon
held inherent knowledge of desert plants and roots.
They all managed to pray and preach to goddess Farrah,
thus she prophesied about an ancient spirit to be born.
She will carry the shard of the sun, an element so rare,
until then, collect other elements from this desert’s forlorn.
Ramaluns, use your visions to find the fire opal,
then evoke and activate the desert fire
on the full moon in the lake of the crystal lotus.
Ghirashas, you must collect the golden feather,
create a mirage to invite the great desert bird, Hasha,
and secure it with mindful weather.
Zerthanis will translate the ancient scroll
and revive ancient knowledge,
to amalgamate the three
and avoid dark darts pushing to the edge.
Then pray and preach to me again,
I will establish and shield a new kingdom,
beneath sand dunes, and rewrite your tales.
Finally, the tribes mapped their tracks
to a secured future with no turning back,
with no uncertainty, keeping their families intact.

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