About the Book
Aran
Time is an unrelenting tide, sweeping away the names of the forgotten while carving the legacies of those who dared to rise above oblivion. In the vast expanse of The MiddleVerse, where the cosmos churns with destinies yet unwritten, one name endures, echoing through the annals of history - the name of Aran ibn Khalid. His was not merely a story of conquest and rule, nor was it a tale confined to the shifting sands of a single world. His life was a fulcrum upon which the fate of an entire civilization balanced, a convergence of past and future, war and peace, division and unity.
At the heart of this epic lies Zarah, a world of endless desert and ancient mystery, where life clings tenaciously to the few gifts the land bestows. It is a world of extremes, its people hardened by the relentless sun and the cold embrace of its twin moons. Here, the First Tribes - Shamari, Rasha, Bahir, Ulema, and Tarek - each fought for survival, bound by the unforgiving laws of the desert. Proud, fierce, and unyielding, they were warriors, mystics, and wanderers, their histories written not in ink but in blood and sand.
Yet, even in such a realm of hardened souls, there are those who see beyond the struggle. Aran ibn Khalid was one such visionary. Born into the Tarek tribe, he was raised in the ways of the desert - its silence, its fury, its secrets. But while others saw only division, he saw a future forged in unity. He spoke not of conquest but of brotherhood, not of submission but of a shared destiny. And for this, he was both admired and feared.
But fate is never kind to those who would reshape the world. The House of Draco, a power as old as the stars themselves, had set its sights upon Zarah, weaving their insidious influence into the fabric of its warring tribes. They came not with armies but with poisoned words, with gifts that enslaved, with whispers that turned brother against brother. To them, the desert was not a land of sacred struggle but a prize to be claimed, its people mere pawns in their endless game of dominion.
Amidst this encroaching darkness, Aran rose - not as a conqueror but as a unifier. Through fire and war, he sought to bind the fractured tribes, forging alliances where others saw only enemies. He faced betrayal, exile, and the ever-looming spectre of the Draco's machinations. He stood before the might of the Bahir warlords, braved the lunar visions of the Rasha seers, and walked the treacherous halls of power in Sarim, the Jewel of the Northeast, where the fate of Zarah hung in the balance.
Yet even as he wove the tapestry of a new era, forces beyond mortal reckoning conspired to undo all he had built. The House of Draco would not yield so easily, and in their arsenal were weapons far more potent than steel - secrets buried beneath the sands, ancient powers long forgotten, and the unrelenting march of time itself.
This is no mere legend. It is history, recorded by the House of Tempus, the silent watchers of the Cosmic Dance, the weavers of time's great tapestry. For time does not forget. It whispers through the shifting dunes through the echoes of the past through the bloodlines of those who still carry Aran's name. His was a journey of destiny, of fire and revelation.
And his story is far from over.
About the Author :
From my earliest memories, creativity has been the guiding force of my life. Even as a child, I felt a magnetic pull toward the act of creation, a compulsion to shape ideas into tangible forms. My love for reading, as natural as breathing, became the cornerstone of my imagination. Books of every kind-detective mysteries, sprawling fantasies, sharp-edged science fiction, thought-provoking philosophy, and gripping historical accounts-fueled my young mind with infinite possibilities. Later, my mother nurtured another profound love within me - Cinema. She didn't just show me films; she introduced me to their very soul - the intricate craftsmanship behind the scenes. Through her, I came to see cinema not as mere entertainment but as an art form encompassing scriptwriting, photography, editing, directing, and so much more. Including music... My father, on the other hand, gave me a love for the natural world and a passion for sports, but my creativity demanded more than physical outlets. At just five or six years old, I began crafting percussive music with household objects, finding rhythms in the mundane. Around the same time, I became captivated by the idea of world-building, sketching intricate maps of fantastical lands where my imagination could roam freely. These maps soon gave rise to stories, each one a reflection of the landscapes I had drawn. By the age of seven or eight, my creations took on a three-dimensional form as, with my father's help, I began building miniature towns and villages for my action figures, giving my imagined worlds physicality and life.But amidst the music, another creation was quietly taking root. The MiddleVerse, the seed of my imagination, began forming in those early years. I devoured films from the likes of Kurosawa, Tarkovsky, Hitchcock, Scorsese, Godard, Scott, and Lucas, amongst many others. I marveled at how cinema blended my passions: photography, architecture, music, poetry, dance, and storytelling. Each medium fed my creativity, and by consequence, The MiddleVerse itself. For most of my life, The MiddleVerse existed solely in my mind. It grew and evolved, its mythology expanding with each passing thought, but I never put it to paper. Life carried me forward, demanding my attention elsewhere. Yet, like an eternal flame, The MiddleVerse remained. I began with the skeleton, crafting the mythology that would form its foundation. I wrote the histories of its Houses, the intricate relationships between them, and the grand arc of its cosmic narrative. As I worked, I sketched the imagery that would bring these stories to life. The MiddleVerse, which had lived so long in my mind, now began to take shape in the real world. Today, my imagination overflows with more ideas than I have time to bring to life. Balancing creativity with family life has become a delicate dance. Time, as precious as a fistful of sand, slips away faster than we can hold it. Yet, I am determined to use the second half of my life to leave as much of The MiddleVerse as I can for others to explore. I create because I must. It is not a choice but a necessity! A relentless drive to shape the infinite into something tangible. Through The MiddleVerse, I hope to share the wonder, the beauty, and the boundless possibilities that have filled my mind since I was a child. It is my gift to my young progeny, a piece of eternity woven from the fabric of their father's imagination.
