Your name is Kekara of clan Hachepsut. You are 22 moon falls  old. You have long black hair with purple highlights and your eyes are adorned with sacred paints that accent them and the natural markings under your eyes. You are dressed in traveling clothes, a heavy  black and purple sun cloak and cowl to protect you from the sun and it’s very deadly rays. You are a male omega elf known as a Basa, of the elf species Onnori, you live in the sands of the land of Onnos. You are a religious zealot and you take worship of your god, The Mirthful Ones deadly seriously. 

Currently, with your supplies on your back, you are  traveling to the Pharaoh's palace to be initiated into your faith. The initiation will be granted by either him or crown prince Nefer-Hotep, the handsome Alpha prince who chewed out his own tongue and sewed his lips shut. You don't talk much anyway, using sign language mostly, so meeting him will be perfect. 

 As you tread through the scorching sands of the Onnos desert, you reflect on what journeying through the daylight hours will bring you. The sun is deadly for an Onnori, your people travel by night after all. However you felt it was important to travel during the day, you have left your home, your Utek, to come here. You’ve come here for one reason and one reason alone, to become part of the Many, your religion of Mirthful faith.

You watch the Sitrek, giant birds of prey with long white and blue wings and black beaks with beady purple eyes as they fly. The wind picks up and you take a deep breath, taking it all in as you mentally prepare yourself to enter the palace.

Your life has been a drought, you made this trek for many reasons and no matter the dangers you now face with the harsh deadly rays of the sun beating against your worn suncloak, you carry forward. The trip has take over twenty six half moon rises and you are tired beyond all words. You did not think you were going in the right direction at first until an old merchant pointed you the way.

You cannot look up or you will be burned to death by the sun, you are so close to the palace you can almost feel it, but you must pass through the city first. The city is quiet, dead, for all Onnori are in their beds as all Onnori should be during the burning and the frying of the brightly lit death disc in the skies above all your heads. 

You keep walking along the cobbled streets, past homes and boarded up merchant stalls. You make your way through gardens and the city center with a vast fountain in the very middle whose waters flow even as time stands still all around you everywhere else. It is a beautiful fountain, depicting the crown prince driving a chariot pulled by equine known as Falta. The Falta’s great mane sways in the wind as they transport the stone prince to his stony victory. 

You stop a while to admire the statue, sitting down next to the fountain to lean in to it to drink from it’s deep well. You are tired, exhausted and you want to rest before you carry on your movements toward the Pharaoh’s palace. You have much to do when you get there, you have to memorize the sacred texts and then pass the second part of the ceremony after you successfully kill the sinner bearing your chosen face paint. You sit upright and slide your hands across your sun cloak for a moment to soothe yourself.

As you sit by the fountain, taking a moment to rest and gather your strength, you suddenly become aware of a presence behind you. Whirling around, you see a group of bandits emerging from the shadows, led by a tall, burly figure with a menacing grin. "Well, well, well."

The bandit leader smirks as he speaks, his words dripping with mockery. "Look what the sun goddess has brought us today. A lost elf, perhaps?" 

You stand up quickly, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. "I am no mere elf."

The bandit leader laughs, revealing a mouth full of rotting teeth. "Oh, really? And what are you then, little friend?" You look him in the eye, unflinching. "I am Kekara of clan Hachepsut, a Basa of the Onnori elves."

The bandit leader narrows his eyes at your response. "Well, well. An elf of some renown, it seems. Tell me, little friend, what are you doing out here all alone?" You shake your head. "I am not here alone."

The bandit leader laughs again, a cruel sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, yes, you are. We don't see many of your kind out here, especially not alone. So tell me, what brings you to this desolate place?" You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what comes next.

"I am on a pilgrimage," you say, your voice steady despite the fear that grips you. "To the Pharaoh's palace." 

The bandit leader's eyes widen in surprise. "The Pharaoh's palace? That's quite a journey for such a small creature like you."

You nod, your chin held high despite the danger you face. "It is. But I am a devout follower of the Mirthful Ones, and this is my destiny." The bandit leader studies you for a moment before breaking into a laugh. "Well, well. A religious zealot, are we?"

You grit your teeth, trying to keep your temper in check. "I am a Basa, of the Onnori elves, Humania like you would never understand," you repeat, your voice low and intense. "And I will not be swayed from my path by the likes of you." The bandit leader's eyes flash with amusement.

"So be it, little elf," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But know this: this desert is no place for the weak or the unprepared. And even if you do make it to the Pharaoh's palace, there are many who would see you fail in your quest."

You stand tall, refusing to back down in the face of this bandit's threats. "I am well aware of the dangers that lie before me," you say, your voice ringing with determination. "But I am also prepared to face them, no matter the cost."

The bandit leader chuckles, clearly unimpressed by your show of bravado. "You may think you are ready," he says, "but the desert is a cruel mistress. She will test you in ways you cannot even begin to imagine." You nod, your gaze never leaving his.

Suddenly he attacks you and you leap to the left to avoid the blow!

As you narrowly dodge the bandit leader's attack, you feel a wave of adrenaline wash over you. Your heart races, but your mind remains focused. You know that you cannot afford to let your guard down, not even for a moment.

The bandit leader laughs, clearly surprised by your agility. "So, little elf," he says, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can dance around my blows forever?" You shake your head, your long, black and purple hair flying behind you like a banner. "No," you say, your voice steady and strong.

"But I know that I must." You leap forward, your slender fingers extended into claws as you lash out at the bandit leader's eyes. He grunts in surprise as your fingers graze his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood behind. 

"You're faster than you look." he growls at you, flashing his short teeth.

You grin, a fierce and triumphant smile lighting up your face. "I have been trained by the best," you say, your voice ringing with confidence. "And I will not let you or anyone else stand in the way of my destiny." The bandit leader growls, his eyes filled with anger and determination.

"Then you and I are at an impasse, little elf," he says, his voice low and threatening. "For I am just as determined to stop you as you are to continue on your fool's errand." You narrow your eyes, studying him carefully. He is tall and burly, with muscles bulging beneath his dirty clothes.

But you have faced tougher opponents before, and you know that size does not always equate to strength. "We shall see," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "But for now, I must continue on my journey. The Mirthful Ones guide me, and I will not falter in their service."

The bandit leader growls, clearly frustrated by your defiance. "Fine," he says, stepping back with a sneer. "But remember, little elf: you may think you've escaped us today, but our paths will cross again soon. And when they do, may the gods have mercy on your soul."

You nod, your gaze never leaving his. "I am well aware of the dangers that lie ahead," you say, your voice ringing with determination. "But I am also prepared to face them, I’ll not give in to anyone, ever, you filthy humania” With that, you turn and continue on your journey, your heart pounding in your chest.

The bandit leader watches you go, a dark look in his eyes. He turns to his men and barks out orders, his voice harsh and commanding. "You heard the little elf," he says, his tone laced with venom. "He thinks he's too good for us."

The bandits chuckle, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Aye, boss," one of them says, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "Let's show this elf what happens when you cross the wrong people."

The bandit leader nods grimly, his gaze fixed on your retreating form. "You're right, my friends," he says, his voice low and menacing. "It's time to teach this little elf a lesson he'll never forget."

.

As you then continue on your journey, the bandits quickly catch up to you. They surround you from all sides, their eyes glinting with malice as they prepare to attack. You stand your ground, ready to fight if necessary.

"You have chosen your fate, then," You say, your voice calm despite the threat looming over you. "Let us see who is the better warrior." With a flick of your wrist, you draw the short sword at your hip in your gloved hands, the metal glinting in the sunlight. 

The bandits laugh mockingly, their sharp teeth bared in a feral grin. "We've got no shortage of warriors here," one of them says, stepping forward. "And we're not about to let some little elf like you just walk away." Another bandit joins in, his eyes full of contempt.

"You're making a mistake," you hiss, ears flicked back,  voice cold as ice. "I am not one to be trifled with." The bandits exchange glances, their faces betraying a hint of uncertainty. But it's short-lived, and they soon close in on you from all sides. You are suddenly surrounded by the bandits, their weapons drawn and ready to strike. You remain calm, your sword at the ready. You wait for the perfect moment to strike, your eyes scanning the area for any sign of weakness. Suddenly, one of the bandits charges forward, swinging his sword wildly.

You leap to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow. With lightning-fast reflexes, you counter with a slash of your own, forcing the bandit to retreat. Another bandit tries to attack from behind, but Kekara spins around, his sword flashing in the sunlight as you deflect the blow. You lunge forward, aiming for the bandit's exposed underbelly, but the bandit manages to dodge just in time.

The fight continues in this manner, with you using your agility and swordsmanship to fend off the bandits. Despite their superior numbers, the humania bandits are no match for your skills.