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Serendipidus - The Sultan Savior of Humanity

11/17/2015

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As Venetia snoozed peacefully, the shadow of a large machete crossed her face. Opening her eyes, she saw a tall, striking man wearing a white turban and a white silk robe tied loosely around his waist, exposing his tanned chest. “Who are you and why have you kidnapped us?” she asked, unafraid.

“I am the Sultan Saosh! Who are you?” he asked, pointing the tip of the knife at the nape of her neck.

“I am supermodel Venetia De Mille,” she replied.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, daringly.

“Why did your thugs bring us here? What do you want?” Venetia asked.

Saosh pressed the knife deeper into her neck, just enough not to pierce skin. “What were you doing in Haifa?”

“Looking for answers.” Venetia pushed the knife away from her neck and sat up. “My friends and I are trying to save the world. We have tried science, healing magic, prayer and now we are here at the cradle of civilization looking for answers.”

“Impossible! It is I who is going to save the world. I am the Sultan Saosh. I am the descendent of Aushedarapmah, who is the descendent of Ansedhar.” He swung his arm in a dramatic gesture. “It has been written from many ages, when the sun hung motionless in the sky my ancestors met with the angels and returned them to Earth, to bring peace and righteousness to humanity. As my ancestors have done in the past, I will do. I am waiting for my angel.” Saosh glanced down at Venetia’s beautiful face and vivid blue eyes, and believed she had arrived.

Venetia admired the dashing Saosh and his passionate declarations. Is it possible? Could I be his angel? Could this be fate, destiny? “How do you know when she…your angel will arrive? What are you supposed to do?”

Saosh thoughtfully pressed the tip of his sword into the sand. “My angel will tell me what to do, what to say. My angel will give me the answers humanity needs to hear. Do you know the answer?” he asked curiously.

“No,” said Venetia. “Sadly, I don’t, that is why my friends and I are searching.” She looked around at the cool, peaceful canopy, which gave her, and the rest of them shelter. She then turned her attention to the poor souls treading across the hot, red sand outside the canopy. The people screamed as the Earth scalded their feet. Some people melted to the Earth’s surface in hellish disfigurements. “Who are they? Why don’t you give them shelter if you are truly the champion of humanity?”

“Those are the evil doers that cannot be saved,” said Saosh.

“Everyone deserves to be saved, even the evil,” said Venetia.

Saosh gave her a big, white, toothy smile. “You are indeed an angel. You believe in humanity—all of humanity, but you see, I cannot save those who cannot see.” He displayed the sheltered oasis. “We are in a mirage, a mirage of hope and faith. If people cannot see it, they cannot be a part of it.”

“Wow,” sighed Venetia, “that’s deep, Saosh.”
             
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