All Chapters of GRAY EYES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Once upon a time there was myths and legends, it was once said;"And the gods came down to earth and took the fair women of the earth unto themselves and they bore their children."These children of the gods were giant, evil and corrupt. They trampled upon the inhabitants of the earth with their incredible strength and dark magical powers, they are called ANAKIMS.Thousands of years passed and the Anakim bloodline watered down as they mixed up and married more earthly women giving birth to more human than gods until they formed a city called Golem within the large Assyrian empire.The characteristic barbarity never left the Anakim bloodline and with time it became a typical Assyrian thing to be ruthless, barbarous and almost cannibal with enemies.Many generations passed and lineages changed and the Anaki bloodline watered down to the barest minimum. The purest bloodli

is another hot afternoon on the plains of Assure, a dry land in the middle east that eats up every trace of green on it. It has been more than five years since the start of the Babylon-Assyrian war and we are still standing, Neems The strongest of them all."Arrgh!" The Babylonian messenger screams in pain as Meizza with his sword slices the skin on his sweaty and bare stomach as the smell of fresh human blood fills the hot desert breeze. He is a traitor!We have done far worse to inhabitants of cities we conquered in the past let alone a bloody Babylonian, we are just getting started.More loud grunts and yells from the Babylonian is almost deafening as Meizza grabs his intestines with his bare hands and drags them out of his body slowly and rolls to cause an unimaginable pain. Meizza then puts his left hand into his body forcefully and grabs a bloody organ as he screams again helplessly!

We arrive at a distance where we could view the great gray walls of Golem and what we behold is far worse than we had earlier imagined– A thick black smoke, so thick that it darkens the sun, a raging fire burning like hell is alive in it and the screams of my Neem brothers in the fire as it’s voice.All our iron chariots and horses adds to the heat of the fire which could be felt even from our distance, the god of fire is alive now and against us.The most terrifying thing about the whole scene for me is the look on Meizza's eyes, I see it for the very first time – Fear.All our lives in the Crypts of Bane we have been training for war, we have been built the strongest, fiercest and fastest warriors ever known in the history of mankind! Just one Neem could destroy a whole Egyptian army, save a city, or assassinate a king and all his princes in one night. The only thing we are ever warned of is fire!

We arrive at The Crypts of Bane, the hell where innocent Neem children are turned into monstrous killers. It is a deserted place surrounded by a dry forest which in the right description is just an extended region of earth on which dry trees, thorns and tare grow.Just walking across this place would tear one's skin and bathe one's body with a thick black dust that covers the brown earth beneath therefore, we ride our strongest trained horses through it.At the center of this rough forest is a mighty temple surrounded by little stonewalled habitations where the priests keep the trainees and torture them with harsh conditions until they become beasts!The Crypts of Bane is indeed a dry nothing that is turned into something by the bloods, cries and deaths of innocent children as they work so hard to become something they are never born to be, destroyers of flesh!The temple at the center is on an elevated to

grab two special daggers of mine from my belt, they are a gift from Karen with which she congratulated me on my very first kill. I throw one of them expertly at one of my attackers and get lucky because it lands on his skull and he falls backwards but before I can turn my attention to the other, he dives at me with his sword in the air aiming to cut my throat, wrong move, now he is vulnerable to my attack!I bend backwards quickly till I hear the bones of my back crack in complaint as I view his sword evade my skull and slice the air before my eyes with his body following through but then I stop his body with a stab of my second dagger on his chest where his heart rests and he halts in shock and looks into my eyes as his warm blood trickles down to his white skirt.“you are an abomination.." he says in the Egyptian tongue amidst the chaos as he observes the color of my eyes with his blood dropping from his mouth.I u

THREE DAYS AGO IN THE CRYPTS OF BANE*********************I feel the grittiness of the white sand beneath my brown feet as I stand shirtless on the Rings of Sand with all my attention focused on my enemy Karen.The Rings of Sand is where we practice our close combat skills against each other and today my opponent was unavoidably Karen!Oh heavens! Save me today.."focus is the key " Al-Ain interrupts my earnest prayer with his cranky voice as he stands on a slightly elevated platform in the dimly lit temple hall and watches the choreography before him.Yes, it is choreography for him because he enjoys it despite the fact that we break bones, tear muscles and injure blood vessels in this so called training!I can not see very well in this dimly lit room neither can I perceive even the slightest motions in the dark like all Neems c

I sit on one of the numerous steps of the temple of Asure in The Crypts of Bane and view how beautifully the clouds give way to a yellow sunset with the cool evening breeze caressing my brown skin and scattering my long hair.The words of Meizza keep echoing in my heart;"Tomorrow your life begins or ends "I keep wondering what this could mean for me because all my life in the Crypts I have lived with the fear that I might not be Neem firstly, because I do not have gray eyes like every Neem does, secondly because my skin is brown while all the other Neems are fair.Unlike my fellow Neem trainees who would sometimes tell tales from the memories they have had with their parents, I do not have any tales to tell because I never had parents. Al-Ain would always tell me I was born in these Crypts but,By who?The priest and priestesses tell me I am Neem but de

********Egyptian riders never tire!We have been riding for hours and our horses are obviously getting tired. We are running away from these Egyptians who pursue with their arrows piercing through the clouds of yellow dust following behind us.I read from the shelves that any army that retreats or flees in a battle is pursued to the ends of the earth by their enemies until they are completely annihilated or captured as spoils of war, and that Egyptians have a reputation for doing this in a battle, this being because they take their captives as slaves to build their mighty structures and awesome pyramids of Pharaoh.So we cannot be caught, our young king cannot be caught! We will rather run to the ends of the earth like Meizza has commanded.But the Egyptians that pursue us seem to be multiplying in numbers and growing in strength and vigor because they

The Amorites, all their men are over seven feet tall and their women as tall as the rest of us. They design the light skin on their faces and their long hair with color from leaves and wood.They live on trees and in caves of mountains feasting on raw flesh and blood from humans and animals.They are also called the mountain men. Men with claws and teeth that tears flesh apart like pieces of cloth. Men who dress in animal skin with their countenance fearsome.Men who do not bury their dead but leave them to rot and smell on the ground.More beasts than men...My readings from the shelves remind me of how powerful they used to be as a united clan under one Chief, they raid small villages and cities then to feast on the human inhabitants at midnights. This earned them quite a reputation such that a warning is even written on a pillar of our Temple in The Crypts, it says;"B

We walk with the tall men into the forest, traveling painstaking slowly until midnight descends upon us and the stars peep from the sky.Their long flame torches are the lights that illuminate our rigorous path as we walk deeper and deeper into the cold forest until Simchin's teeth are clasping.We keep walking with these men until morning comes and until the sun burns the sky in the afternoon, but still they travel, walking slowly and slowly, deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest.The Mountain men never say a word to us throughout this journey, they only communicate amongst themselves laughing and arguing in their language. They are surprisingly a happy, proud and peaceful people.Although sometimes a few of them walk by us in this journey and gaze down at us like food waiting to be eaten, we don't mind, as long as 'mi kaarh divinieth