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Dustbound Prophecies

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Ḥamād, a soldier scarred by tragedy, thought death would bring an end to his pain. Instead, he awakens in a desolate, unfamiliar world where the sands whisper ancient secrets and the moonlight carries otherworldly power. This is no ordinary afterlife—it is a realm teeming with monstrous creatures, humanoid predators with wolf-like heads, and djinn wielding immense yet enigmatic powers. Ḥamād's new body, however, bears a sinister legacy: it once belonged to a shayṫān, a being despised across dimensions as a harbinger of destruction. Haunted by this revelation, he must uncover the mysteries of his own identity while battling the prejudices that come with his inherited form. But survival in this harsh and unforgiving world is no simple task. The rules are different, the enemies are relentless, and the astral energies sustaining his fragile existence threaten to run dry at any moment. Allies and enemies blur together, and trust becomes a dangerous gamble. His quest for answers is intertwined with deadly battles, cunning survival tactics, and a reluctant alliance with forces he barely understands. At the heart of it all lies a chilling question: can a man with such a cursed body ever find peace, or is he destined to repeat the cycle of vengeance and despair that consumed him in his first life? With its rich infusion of Middle Eastern mythology, layered world-building, and a protagonist caught between redemption and ruin, "Dustbound Prophecies" is a progressive fantasy saga that delves deep into the meaning of survival, the weight of identity, and the power of second chances. An epic journey awaits—one that will challenge the boundaries of fate and the very essence of what it means to live.
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“Compassion. What is compassion? Is it strength, or weakness. Is it mercy, or a half a measure? Is it a sign of naivety or experience? Or perhaps, it is one of those things that tread the line of ruin and preservation, it’s true meaning known only to gods. I wonder, what do you think of compassion?” “Compassion? For me, it is like a sword. One which you wield from the blade, not the grip.” ……………. Reshi’s life was not a happy one. His childhood was one of poverty, and a family barely keeping it together. It wasn’t a particularly fun childhood, so he decided to end it early. How? Well, he joined the army, where he was turned from child to weapon, expertly wielded by the republic. There he had met many great people, and he had seen them die also. A terrible life really. One that he wasn’t too sad to say goodbye to. After speaking to an extremely convincing deity, he decided to cash in his death for a new life, a glorious one from one of his favourites new novels. The life of a spoiled, and more importantly, rich young noble. Which he had been given….for all of thirty minutes. He had been placed in the body of a hated antagonist, one that only existed in a flashback backstory. His fate was destine to be pathetic, his end pathetic, loved and remembered by no one. But Reshi had already gone through that once. So this time he was determined to change things. To do something about his shitty fate, so that for the first time in two lives, he could carve out a little corner of peace for himself in the world, and maybe even find some happiness to go along with it. [[[[[This is a rewrite of my first novel, that I barely even began, so I’m still quite a new writer, open to any feedback.]]]]]]
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