Friday, June 24, 2011

Desert Rose - The Spirit of Sahara

Hello again! Here I am with a new story, and it's a lot more happier than the last one. I got this idea a long time ago while I was working in a factory after school and listening to Sting's "Desert Rose". I had seen a documentary a few days earlier about the Saharan desert and the rainforest that used to grow there, and then the idea hit me.

I came up with a story about why the rainforest in Sahara died out, and even though I know it goes against every scientific research there is, it is still a fun idea filled with love and magic in a setting that I wanted to be inspired from "Arabian Nights".

I don't know if the story feel even close to "Arabian Nights" but I know it feels very different from what I usualy write.

About the documentary that is mentioned in this story: I actually saw it on Animal Planet, and I adopted the name to the actual character "Desert Rose" from there. You'll understand what I mean once you read the story.  (^0^)

I hope you like this one as much as I've enjoyed writing it. It's kind of long again, but I hope you like it! ♥ And I'm sorry, but it's so cheesy that you don't want to hear about love after this one! Or so me think! xD






”’Thousands of years ago in what we today know as the merciless desert Sahara, there was a magical and beautiful rainforest. There were species of ancient plants and animals we have never seen, and big rivers flowed though the forest’s core. It was so rich with life and harmony that people began building small temples around their village grounds.

The forest’s life was controlled by a spirit who had a human form of a young man with long hair black as the deepest part of the ocean, and amethyst colored eyes. This spirit was worshiped by the humans and the village leader offered the spirit his daughter as a wife. The spirit and this human woman fell instantly in love and the forest expanded even more.

The spirit and the human woman married, and during the ceremony the forest exploded with colors. Flowers of different sizes and colors grew rapidly around the whole forest, and butterflies with all kinds of color-combinations imaginable decorated the sky. It was said that it was the only day in the rainforest’s history when not a single heart stopped beating. All animals and plants were given this special day as a gift where they didn’t have to worry about dying.

The spirit and its wife got a human child. It was a beautiful baby daughter, and the spirit was so happy with this new life it got.

But one day when the spirit was out of the village to watch over the forest, a bird came flying to it at told it that the village was being under attack by outsiders. The spirit ran through the forest and when it arrived the village was already burned down and the villagers’ bodies lay on the ground. The spirit ran to the temple where it and its family lived, and there it found the bodies of its wife and daughter.

The spirit’s heart broke and it cried. During its cries the animals fled and the plants started to wither. The magical rainforest’s harmony turned in an instant into chaos, and before nightfall the forest had perished.’”

“Wow, grandpa’! Is that a true story?” the little ten year old Thomas asked. The boy’s charming blue eyes were wide in anticipation and his grandfather laughed and closed the book to pat him on his soft golden blond hair.

“Who knows?”

Thomas stood up from the floor where he had been sitting during his grandfather’s storytelling, and he looked like a superhero.

“When I grow up I’ll find that spirit and make it fix the forest again!” he exclaimed and had a determined look on his face.

Hid grandfather smiled and said:

“Then you have a long study in front of you. You have to read mythology and become a mythology researcher.”

“Just wait! I’ll be the best mythola… mytho… myth.”

Thomas’s grandfather laughed again.

“Mythology researcher,” he said slowly, and little Tomas found his determined super hero look again.

“A mytholaga researcher!”

His grandfather got that smile in his old and wise eyes which only grandfathers could have, and patted little Thomas on his head again.

“I think you will be the best the world has ever seen,” he said, and Thomas’s eye glittered.

“You bet I will be!”




He stepped out from the plane on the airport at Er Rachidia in Morocco. The air was hot and the sun was brighter than it could ever be back home in England. The twenty-eight year old Thomas Cambell was in Er Rachidia to visit Sahara. He was now a full-fledged researcher in African and Arabic mythology, and he traveled to Morocco to start his journey to find the “Desert Rose” – the spirit from the old story his grandfather had read to him countless of times when he was young.

“I’m here now, grandpa’,” he said and went down the stair to the luggage retrieval inside the AC cooled airport. He got his suitcase and went to the airport lobby. He waited for a while and soon he saw a man with Arabic features hold out a sign where it said “T. Cambell”.

Thomas hurried to the man and introduced himself.

“Good afternoon. I’m Thomas Cambell. I assume you are the agent?” he asked, and the man smiled and nodded. They shook hands and Thomas was escorted to the white car that stood outside the terminal.

“I’m Hasan Malik. Nice meeting you! I was little unsure of the time, so I’m sorry if I’m late,” he said in English with a little bit of Arabic accent. He seemed to be practiced in English.

“Oh no, you were in time. I just got out from the plane myself,” Thomas laughed and helped Hasan to load his luggage into the car.

“So what is your mission here, Mr. Cambell? Many mythology researchers don’t come here,” Hasan asked as they sat down in the car.

“I’m here to do some research about the ‘Desert Rose’. And maybe I’ll try to find the source of the myth.”

Hasan’s face went a bit pale, and Thomas looked curiously at him.

“Are you, Mr. Cambell, going out to Sahara? To find the spirit of Sahara?” he asked, and Thomas nodded.

“Yes, why?”

“Many who have went there to find it hasn’t come back. The ‘Desert Rose’ is a devil. It lures you out there and kills you.”

Thomas couldn’t help it. He burst into laughter.

“It’s all right. I know what to do. I’ve studied deserts a long time and prepared for this journey. I don’t believe the spirit of Sahara – also called the ‘Desert Rose’ – is anything more than just a myth; a ghost story.”

“I hope you’re right,” Hasan said.


After a few days of spending his nose in the books in the city’s libraries Thomas began his long trip out at the Saharan desert. His agent Hasan had prepared a guide for him with a caravan, and he sat now in a rundown car driving in the desert.

He was utterly surprised that the car still worked. It made weird sounds that he didn’t like, and he was afraid the car would break down any minute. The rest of the group were also driving, or then riding camels. The speed wasn’t that great.

His companion and driver wasn’t a lively talker, so they spent the trip in silence. They were going to an oasis in the middle of northern Sahara. There they would stop to get more water and plan the nest trip.

Thomas didn’t really know where to look for this ‘Desert Rose’, but he had learned some important information about how to locate the spirit of Sahara. If you followed the wind you could be lucky and find the ‘Desert Rose’ before the wind changed its direction or stopped.

But it was almost like a needle in a haystack. To get to the source of the wind he had to move fast. After arriving to the oasis he would sit down with his guide and plan the next move.

It took days to reach the oasis, and during the nights they set out a fire and slept under heavy blankets to keep their warm. The nights in Sahara were merciless. They were cold and dark. Without the fire Thomas wasn’t able to see anything at all. The silence was also deafening. It was so quiet that Thomas wanted to hold his hands over his ears. The silence made him feel like he was the only one left in the world, and he didn’t like that feeling at all. The desert felt haunted during the nights, so he sang an ancient lullaby before going to sleep to keep the silence away. That lullaby was so old that it was sung even before the great Egyptian empire was born.

Almost two weeks later they were heading towards a town when it suddenly got windy. It picked up quickly and suddenly he heard one on the camels outside the car yell:

“Simoom! Simoom!”

Thomas looked over his shoulder and saw a huge wall of sand coming towards them. It was a sandstorm. All the people outside stopped and started to prepare quickly. They poured their precious water over their scarves and tied it over their faces. They did the same for the animals, who were in an uproar. One of the camels tore itself free and started to run while the others took cover under something that looked like thick tarpaulins.

“Close the windows!” the driver yelled, and Thomas helped him to close all of the car windows. Then they covered the vents with rags and whatever they could find to prevent the sand from coming inside the car through the vents.

“Isn’t this the source of the ‘Desert Rose’?!” Thomas yelled so the driver could hear.

“It is! But it’s very dangerous! Hey!”

“I know how to survive these storms! Don’t worry about me!”

Thomas pulled his jacket on and covered his face with a wet blanket. He also pulled his bag with him and took out a pair of goggles he had prepared. Then he opened the door. The sand started to fill the car, and the driver cursed.

“Are you suicidal?! You die if you go out there!”

Thomas didn’t listen. He knew that sandstorms were really dangerous. But he felt that if he didn’t take this chance he would never find his precious desert rose which he had been looking for for such a long time.

I’m doing this! I’m going to find the spirit of this desert no matter what it takes!, he thought and headed out right in to the storm.



He woke up and heard birds chirping somewhere near. It was hot, but not as hot as inside the car. He opened his eyes and saw a ceiling made of stone. It looked like a cave of some kind. He slowly sat up and sand fell off from him. He was still covered in sand. Apparently someone had saved him from the sandstorm.

He couldn’t remember what had happened to him. He remembered going out in to the storm and trying his best to fight against the wind. He didn’t understand why he was so stupid to underestimate a simoom. It was one of the world’s most destructive sandstorms.

“How stupid can I get?” he asked himself and brushed the sand out of his hair.

He slowly stood up and brushed his clothes, and then he heard a small clatter behind him against the cave opening. He slowly turned around and there in front of him stood a young man – not older than twenty – covered in a red Arabian thobe with golden embroideries of birds and plants, and around his waist he had a long white shawl that fluttered quietly in the wind. He looked like a young prince out of “Arabian Nights”. But there was one detail he immediately noticed, and it was the young man’s long black hair.

Black as the deepest part of the ocean”, he repeated from the old story his grandfather had read for him.

He looked the man in the eyes, and he lost his breath.

“Are you…?”

“Silence human!”

The young man pointed a sword against him. His voice was beautiful and serene but had a powerful feeling to it. His eyes were angry as they looked at Thomas from top to toe.

“I’m sorry. I mean no harm,” Thomas said innocently, but the other man didn’t lower his sword. “I must ask you if you’re the spirit of Sahara – the ‘Desert Rose’. I know it may seem like a silly question, but…”

The other man lowered his sword and turned his back against Thomas to walk away. Thomas panicked over being left behind by what could be the actual myth in real life, and ran towards him, but when he exited the cave he saw a beautiful oasis in front of him. There were palm-trees and green grass, and the water was crystal blue.

“Where am I?” he asked himself and looked around him.

“This is my home for the time being,” the other man answered in perfect English, and Thomas turned his eyes against the young prince-like man with the beautiful long black hair and purple eyes.

“Your home? I’m sorry, but can you answer my question?” Thomas asked again, and the man in front of him turned around to look at him.

“Why should I?”

“Well I have been looking for the ‘Desert Rose’ my whole life. I’ve dedicated my whole life for the finding of…” Thomas didn’t end his sentence.

“The finding of what?” the other man asked morosely.

“You…?”

The other man turned his back against him and walked to the edge of the water to drink. He looked so majestic in his movements – almost like a god – that Thomas almost forgot how to breathe.

“Wash yourself off. When you’re done I need to ask you something,” the man said suddenly, and Thomas nodded.

After washing off all the sand Thomas felt refreshed. He got a blanket around him while his clothes hung outside in the setting sun, waiting for them to dry. He sat in the cave next to a small fire the young man had prepared, and he got a basket with fruit to eat. The young man sat at the other side of the fire.

“You wanted to ask me something?” he asked as he stuffed his mouth with a delicious red fruit he hadn’t seen before.

“I did. I have been watching you for a few days. I heard you sing a lullaby during the nights, and I want to know where you’ve learned it.”

The young man’s tone was demanding and Thomas nodded.

“Ah. That lullaby. I discovered it in some writings about the ‘Desert Rose’, and I managed to translate it. I was surprised by the fact that it wasn’t written in the same way as the other scripts about the spirit of Sahara, and after digging in old books and scrolls for years I finally decrypted it and it turned out to be a lullaby with keys, tempo and everything. It sounded so beautiful I memorized it. Why do you ask about it?”

“For no particular reason,” the other man said and turned his face away and watched the fire.

Thomas stood up and sat down closer to the young man and asked:

“Could it be that the lullaby was the one you sang for your daughter?” he asked, and the young man turned his eyes on Thomas in surprise. “You are the ‘Desert Rose’, right?”

The young man sighed.

“Why do you keep on asking that? What makes you think I am some rose in the desert?”

Thomas leaned closer and put his hand on the other mans cheek.

“Aren’t you?”

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and the atmosphere around them became heavy with something. Or at least Thomas thought so. But suddenly something hit Thomas in the face and he sneezed. When he looked down on what it was he saw a purple flower that had suddenly grown up from the sand. It started to itch terribly and his eyes got teary.

“What was that?!” he exclaimed and started to scratch his nose.

“A punishment for laying your hands on me,” the other man muttered and stood up to go outside the cave.

The flower withered instantly away as soon as the young man lifted his hand from the sand under them, and it was the proof Thomas had been waiting for.

“You are the ‘Desert Rose’! You really are, aren’t you?! This is so amazing! I just got to witness how a flower could grow up from nowhere in the matter of nanoseconds! This is so… So…”

Thomas stood up and started to scream like he was the happiest man on earth. The other man got startled by Thomas’s celebration ritual – or whatever it was. But he sighed and went to the edge of the water again and dipped his hand in the water. He produced plankton to give the small animals in the water something to eat, and at the same time he created insect-eggs in the water so the fishes could get something to eat the next day after they hatched. At the same time he watched Thomas run around like a lunatic while screaming in victory, and he had to shake his head at the man’s weird behavior.

He then realized Thomas was running towards him with his big smile on his face, and the blanket around his shoulders dropped to the ground and Thomas came running stark naked with his arms outstretched. If he did what the young man was thinking he would do, they both would stumble into the water.

“Oh no, don’t you dare!” the young man exclaimed and was about to stand up to move away, but Thomas was faster and suddenly they both fell into the water.

The young man burst through the surface and spitted out the water he almost had swallowed and then looked angrily at Thomas.

“Why did you do that?!” he yelled, but Thomas still smiled with his eyes sparkling in the setting sun.

“I finally found you,” he said softly, and the young man blushed. “I’ve been searching for you ever since I heard your story for the first time from my grandfather. I was ten years old. For eighteen years I’ve waited for this moment.”

“What are you going to do now that you’ve found me?” the young man asked.

“First I’ll ask you about your name. You know mine, but I don’t know yours. That’s not fair.”

The young man hesitated, but there was something in Thomas’s eyes that told him he could trust him. So he took a deep breath and answered:

“My name is Kizu.”

Thomas chuckled, and Kizu asked him why he was laughing.

“Well, I saw this documentary once on TV about animals in Africa, and in one of the zoos they have in South Africa they had a lemur that also was named Kizu. I think it’s a typical pet name in Africa.”

“How dare you insult me that way?!” Kizu yelled and splashed water all over Thomas.

But Thomas just laughed and swam closer until he was right in front of Kizu.

“But Kizu is also a populated place in Congo, so don’t feel offended,” Thomas said with a warm smile. “And the second thing I’ll do after I’ve found you, it to make you happy so the rainforest will bloom again,” he whispered next to Kizu’s ear.

“What?!”

Kizu tried to back away, but Thomas took a hold of Kizu’s waist and pulled him close to a kiss. It was a light innocent kiss, and Kizu didn’t first know what to do. Then he tried to squirm himself free, but Thomas didn’t let go.

“Calm down,” he whispered between the kisses, and Kizu tried to say something but Thomas covered his lips before he had the time to speak. He kissed him again and again, and to calm Kizu he started to hymn on the lullaby he knew meant a lot for Kizu.

“Hey… That’s not fair,” Kizu sighed between the kisses.

Thomas pulled himself away slightly.

“What’s not fair?”

“You hymning on the lullaby.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“It’s breaking my heart.”

Thomas stared Kizu into his amethyst colored eyes. Kizu’s eyes were gleaming.

“You still miss your family?” he asked quietly, and Kizu averted his eyes and looked down into the small space of water between them.

“You know so much about me.”

“I have dedicated my whole life for you, so this trip I made would have been a waste of time if I didn’t know a lot about you. I wouldn’t have found you.”

“Why did you travel here? Why did you want to find me?”

Thomas smiled and kissed Kizu’s forehead.

“I didn’t realize it myself when I was a kid, but after I got older and all my friends began to date I still shut myself in my room to read about you. Then I suddenly realized that I was in love with you.”

“You … love me after you have read books about me? But you’re male,” Kizu said surprised and looked up at him.

“Does it matter?” Thomas asked with that friendly and heartwarming smile of his.

Kizu stared into Thomas’s blue eyes for long seconds until he closed his eyes.

“I missed my family a lot when I found them killed. And I missed them for many hundreds of years. But with time I began to forget about them. First their smell. Then their voices. And lastly their faces. The only thing I remember about them is that I had two important humans in my life a very long time ago, but I don’t remember them and who they were at all now. The lullaby is reminding me of how heartbroken I was when I found my wife and daughter murdered. That drove me to distant myself from humans until this day. I didn’t want to get hurt like that again.”

Thomas pulled Kizu into his arms and held him tight.

“It has been thousands of years after all. It’s not a sin or a bad thing to forget. Deep down you’re just like us humans, and no one can blame you. And I bet you miss the touch of another human being.”

Kizu lifted his arms and put them around Thomas’s back.

“Did you come to fill this emptiness of mine?”

“Do you want me to?”

Kizu looked up at the setting sun over Thomas’s shoulder. He stared at it for a little while until he closed his eyes again and sighed:

“Yes.”

Thomas kissed him deeply and passionately this time. Kizu kissed him back, and pulled of the scarf around Kizu’s waist. Then he spread the red and golden fabric apart and exposed Kizu’s skin to his touch. He pressed himself against the other man and held the back of Kizu’s head in a gentle hand when he kissed him. Slowly he moved them to the bank of the oasis and then they fell heavily down on the green grass. Thomas covered Kizu’s body with his own and continued kissing him. Then his kisses fell from Kizu’s lips down to his jaw. The kisses continued down to his neck, and then to his collarbone.

Kizu covered his eyes with one arm as the other arm gripped at the thobe which lay under him and separated him from the grass and warm desert sand, like a gentle casing. He sighed when he felt Thomas’s lips brush one of his nipples, and when Thomas took it in his mouth, sucked on it and played with it with his tongue at the same time he played with the other nipple with his fingers – Kizu arched his back and let out a cry.

“You like it?” Thomas asked, and Kizu blushed.

“I haven’t been touched by humans for thousands of years. Now that I am being touched it feels unreal and incredible,” he panted.

“It doesn’t matter that I’m a guy?” Thomas asked.

Kizu looked at him with heated eyes and sighed.

“Why would it matter?”

Thomas smiled and continued sucking on Kizu’s nipples, and his right hand caressed the smooth skin down between Kizu’s legs.

Aah!

Kizu cried out with a loud voice when Thomas fondled his sensitive parts. Thomas had practiced moves and Kizu suspected that Thomas was experienced. He had done it with other male humans. That thought alone surprised Kizu. He hadn’t even known this man for a day and he was already jealous?

What’s happening to me? Am I this hungry for another’s touch?, he thought and looked up at the darkening blue sky where the moon and stars already showed themselves faintly.

“Aahh! Mmh! Oh!”

His voice sounded loud in the deafening silence of the desert. He felt every move Thomas made and wanted to feel more. Thomas’s lips began to move down and Kizu looked at him surprised. Was Thomas going to satisfy him with his lips?

“Oooh! Nnaah!”

Kizu arched his back once more as he felt one of Thomas’s wet fingers enter him without any warning.  It hit immediately a special spot inside him and Kizu thought he was dying of the sensation. Tears filled his eyes as he panted and moved his hips. He felt Thomas’s hot mouth around his aroused member. It felt so good when Thomas moved his lips up and down and moved his fingers that the rest of Kizu’s body relaxed completely. He was almost unable to move his fingers. The sensation was so mind-blowing he couldn’t comprehend it. The sounds made his head spin and all he could do was pant and moan. Then suddenly he felt an intensive electric shock run through his spine and he cried out when he climaxed.

He had forgotten about the feeling an orgasm gave. His thoughts were tangled together, and his sight was blurry along with his body, which lay limp like it was tranquilized by a very powerful poison. But it was a sweet poison which he wanted more of.

Thomas came into his field of view, and he had a soft expression on his handsome face. Kizu forced his arms to move and wound them around Thomas’s neck. He pulled him closer and felt all of Thomas’s skin and heaviness against him when they met in a deep kiss. He put his legs on either side of Thomas’s hips and hugged his lower body closer to his.

Thomas was hard. Kizu could feel his pulsing member against his, and his body tingled. It begged after more, and Thomas listened to his request. He placed his hardness against Kizu’s opening and began pushing it in. Kizu let out a pained sound and Thomas stopped.

“Are you all right?” he asked, and Kizu nodded.

“Be careful,” he whispered, and Thomas kissed him again and began pushing himself in again. “Ahhn!”

Thomas’s member forced itself through the last of Kizu’s hindrance and buried itself to the hilt in the other man’s body. It felt hot and tight, but after a little while Kizu’s body had adjusted to the point that he dared to move. He watched Kizu’s arresting expression as he thrust himself in and out of his body. He was so beautiful, more beautiful that he could ever imagine. He truly was as beautiful as a desert rose.

Aaah! Mmmh! Ahh!

Kizu’s voice was hot and filled with lust as he let it fill the air around them. It was as if the desert swallowed their voices and buried them deep into its sand. Thomas could imagine how Kizu felt while he thrust himself inside him. Kizu hadn’t felt any human touch at all for thousands of years, so his body must have been sensitive after all that time. He was almost screaming from pleasure as Thomas increased his tempo and the wet noises became louder.

He wanted to please Kizu as long as he could, and he fondled with Kizu’s erect member again. Kizu shook his head as if he couldn’t take it anymore, and soon he released his semen into Thomas’s hand. But Thomas didn’t stop, and Kizu squirmed under him. He himself knew how it felt, and he loved the sounds and faces Kizu made when the feeling of orgasm didn’t ease.

Hah! Ah! No! Haaah!

“A little more,” Thomas whispered, and Kizu let teardrops fall down his temples. Soon Thomas felt the climax and filled Kizu’s body with his cum. Then he fell over Kizu’s body and panted for air.

“I love you,” he whispered, and Kizu stared at him with his wet eyes. “I’ll stay here with you.”

“But… You don’t have a family?” Kizu asked quietly, and Thomas kissed his lips lightly.

“No. All I’ve done is research about you and become a mythology researcher so I could find you. I haven’t had time to think about raising a family, and I am gay and always have been. And my parents live far away anyway, so I have nothing at home,” he explained, and Kizu put his delicate hands around Thomas’s cheeks.

“But you are a human.  You have a definite lifespan while mine is eternal.”

“Your wife and daughter got an everlasting lifespan when you promised them your eternal love, right? I know that it won’t protect you from death in the form of injuries and diseases, but I promise you I won’t do anything that will risk my life if you give me the blessing of eternal life with you.”

Kizu had forgotten about his promise that would give the one he loved an eternal life. Now that he remembered it the tears started to roll down his temples again.

“Are you sure you want to stay?” Kizu asked, and Thomas nodded and kissed him. “Then I will promise you here and now, that I will love you with all that I am as long as I live. I will make this desert bloom again and keep it alive as long as you’re here with me. I promise you this with both body and soul.”

“Thank you.”

Thomas smiled and kissed him again, and after a while they moved into the cave and continued their lovemaking.



When morning came Kizu woke up by something poking his nose. He opened his eyes and saw a pink flower. It was a real desert rose. He looked over his shoulder and saw grass and other small flowers in full bloom.

“You’re truly happy, aren’t you?” a voice asked next to his ear, and he turned his head to face Thomas’s. He was smiling and pulled Kizu closer into his arms and held him tight. “I woke up with the smell of grass and flowers, and I was so happy that they bloomed in your sleep. That’s a sign that you’re really happy, isn’t it?”

Kizu blushed and hid his face against Thomas’s neck.

“I haven’t been happy for so long, and now that I am it scares me. This has never happened before that I make things bloom in my sleep.”

Thomas laughed.

“I’m honored,” he whispered and kissed Kizu’s hair on top of his head. “But I have to do something before I can let go of everything in my life back home in England.”

Kizu looked up at him with shocked eyes.

“You’re not going to leave me, are you?”

“Don’t worry. Just trust me.”



A few days later at the office of Hasan there was a knock on the door, and Hasan looked up. There he saw the missing Thomas who he had been so worried about after he heard from the guide that he had disappeared in a simoom.

“Mr. Cambell! You’re alive?!” he shouted and stood up from his chair to give Thomas a friendly hug.

“Alive and kicking!” Thomas answered with a smile. “But I’ve come with news. I’m sorry for putting this burden on you, but please would you contact my home country and tell them that I’m not coming back. Tell them whatever lie or truth you have to tell as long as they understand I’m not returning to England.”

“What are you saying?” Hasan asked in shock.

“I can’t tell you anything more, but trust me on this one. Thank you for all your help.” Thomas gave Hasan a friendly handshake and turned to leave.

“Wait! Did you find the spirit of Sahara, Mr. Cambell?” Hasan asked loudly, and Thomas stopped and gave Hasan a smile over his shoulder.

“Keep an eye on Sahara,” he said, and then left the office.

No one did hear about Thomas Cambell after that. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air. At the same time the government was searching for “the missing Englishman Thomas Cambell”, the world discovered something sensational. A small part of Sahara had started to bloom, and its greenery grew rapidly across the Saharan desert.

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