AAMON'S REIGN

CHAPTER 22

The sound of horses running and chariots rushing woke Aamon from sleep. He wondered where in the world was he, only to be faced by a new place, completely far from where he remembered he was before.

“Where the hell am I?” He mumbled as he manage to sit up from the sandy ground. Aamon looked around and saw it was some kind of a dessert. A lot of chariots pulled by horses roam around.

“Am I in egypt? How did I even arrive here?” He ask himself again, fully shocked of the occurrence. “I was in an abandoned building and Douglas shoot—” and just when Aamon recalled of it, he instantly rummaged his chest and discovered that there was no sign of any bullet ever hitting them there.

“But I was sure he got me right here.” He told himself while stroking his chest. Aamon stood up and was also checking his entire body for any wound that Douglas and Bruce have caused him and yet he found nothing.

Suddenly, Aamon’s amulet fell on the ground. He didn’t recall having to wear that today, however, it w