[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XRkEDCNyUI]Thoughts, as fleeting as sand in the wind.[/url][/center]

A wanderer with no path will find no safe haven, Mom always said that. Through ages and decades of delusional meandering, his path had lead him once again to a small township. Abandoned and dusty in the middle of a country that was far from his own. Faint memories of a road that he had once traveled, a man that had once struck him down. Many times has he been slain, and many times he has risen again. Abraham Haddad's life has lead him back here, the fates teasing him with memories that are just beyond his reach. These dusty roads that stretch before him bare only the slightest hint of why he had been here before, of why he was here again. 

What looked like a bird had flown overhead, predatory, respectable. There was a slight thought of honor that danced through his head as he watched it fly above, something about predators thinking like predators. It didn't make sense, even to him, so he shrugged the thought from his mind and carried on walking. The wooden shaft of his spear dragged on the ground. The Ghul found comfort in the sound of his spear sliding across the sand, the sands had always kept him safe from Humans, Angels, and other 'higher' entities. Whenever he had left the sands a fearsome foe would happen upon him, and once again he would be slain. 

These thoughts repeated in his head, though every time they passed he forgot them again. 

Sounds crossed his ears, his head whipped around to pursue them. Above his head the eagle dashed from sight with a mighty call, and for a moment he believed that it was just the bird that had alerted his senses. He dropped his guard and carried on his wayward road, on a whim he placed his right hand on the wall beside him. Dragging it across the aged brick, feeling the rough edges of it grind across his paper thin flesh. Losing his balance for a moment, Abe stumbled forwards, his hand had thrust through a hole in the wall that was near perfect size for a full grown man. It all came rushing back to him, a warrior with a burning sword that had smote him here. 

With wicked rage burning through his body, boiling what blood he has left, Abe pulled his hand from the hole. Letting out a howl, sounding more monster than man as it tore past his lips. [i]He made this hole! He did this, and in doing so tore me asunder! Is he here? Is he here!?[/i] Raging thoughts tore across his twisted mind, the one whose name and face he could not remember. The sword was all he knew, the sword burned him still.

Now in a frenzy, Abe latched his hand to the nearest section of the wall and hoisted himself to the rooftop. From there he let out another inhuman howl, the scarce hairs still clinging to his scalp whipped in the wind. As did the fabric that makes up his silken robes. Abraham spoke, for the first time in what seemed like a century. The words were spoken with his wicked raspy voice, shouted to the top of his lungs. Poison gas sprayed from between his teeth as the breath left him. [color=a36209]"Where are you, sword of flames!? I remember you! I want to remember destroying you!"[/color]