The Anawuluh desert sand boiled as the servants of the queen marched her across the sands. She remain layed elegantly under her shaded carriage. She was the queen of the region Batanui, a thriving nation located in the Anawuluh desert. She was good to her people, hard on outsiders, and treated like a goddess by her people

As the Batanui soldiers carried her through the Anawuluh dessert, on their way to Lake Kokomoni, where an ancient religious ritual would take place, they'd stumble upon something, a lump in the sand not to far ahead in the distance. They'd set her carriage down, as they approached it.. a man..

They'd violently raise the man to his feet, he was weak, weary, thirsty.. clearly not a native to the desert heat.. Queen Simkari would place her bare foot onto the sand, soft, gentle and elegant.. she'd walk across the sand like the royalty she was, lifting the man's chin, to get a better look at him, to decide what to do with him...-