where are we ? chapter 2:

The sun began to rise, heralding the beginning of a new day, as if it were imprinting on the forehead of the sky the kiss of life to wake the earth from its sleep after a long night, while its warm rays touched the face of the body lying on the side of one of the small cows and chickens, the person began to slowly open his eyes with his eyelids contracted by sunlight

Suddenly he got up frightened as if he had seen a scary ghost

"Ha… where am I and how did I even get here?" He shook his head left and right to understand the current situation

"Oh, I remembered, I came here to do that foolish king's dick as a slave to him. Anyway, where is he now? The last thing I remember is that we were falling from the sky."

He began to extend the tips of his two thick hands, supported by huge masses of ossicles, behind his back, with the right hand having a large scratch, evidently a long time ago, on the wound. The scratch begins at the end of his shoulder and twists his arm as if a snake coiled around its prey until it reached the elbow. Then he went to a barrel of water to wash his face

The water reflects his face, who appears to be in his thirties, with eyes dark as dark as the dark night when the clouds block the moonlight from reaching,

With eyeliner covering his two eyelids, this combination gives him a sharp and black frightening look, in addition to thick eyebrows that tilt in the other to the top, and a wide nose that comes under the nose, a mouth of medium width with a square chin topped by beard hairs.

As one of the cows passes next to him, it becomes clear that he is large compared to them, about two meters, with broad shoulders

"Where did Zambar go? I have so many questions I want to ask him now." He spoke to himself, and at the same time he heard voices coming from the house, which was only a few steps behind the farm.

He moved quietly, with caution, and peered out of the window of the small house, which seemed to have not been fit for a while, to find before him two people talking at the breakfast table.

"Zambar, you were here then" he suddenly shouted at someone who turned quickly towards the window

"Oh... did you wake up, Adham?" He replied with a happy face, "Hassan, you know it's not good to talk out of the window."

Then he turned to the woman he was talking to, who had wrinkles and freckles on her face, as well as white hair

"This is my son that they talked about to you. Can he break his fast with us?"

"Son... my son, what are you saying, I hardly know you," Adham replied to Zambar, surprised by his words.

"Oh, this is your son. He, you can go ahead, Mr. Adham." The old woman was hard of hearing, so you didn't hear what Adham said. Anyway, Adham entered through the main door of the house with his eyes on Zambar with a look of disdain.

"Just talk to me, Adham," Zambar said, in a low voice so the old man wouldn't hear him

"Did you say something, sir?"

"No, I didn't say anything."

Adham sat on the ground next to Zambar and the old woman offered him a piece of loaf with hot tea

"Thank you for breakfast"

"Looking at your faces, you seem more friends of the same age than father and son."

"Haha.... Of course he looks young because he is an immortal person." Adham spoke to himself and did not utter a single word

"Oh, thank you for your kind words, that really makes me happy," Zambar replied with a proud face

"Since you two met, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course, you have honored us with your hospitality, we will gladly respond."

"Okay, where did you come from exactly?"

At this moment, the two of them fell silent and looked at each other with the twinkling of their eyes.