"So be it, said Al-Azeem your wish, is my command". With those words Maddahs characters poured from the pages of his writing, growing more lifelike with each word he described them with, the raiders fought, the slaves escaped, his thoughts came alive running wildly through the sand. After that day every word Maddah wrote, every story he told would come alive.
"Tell me more Scheherazade, what happened, to Maddah, how was his curse discovered", pleaded the king. Scheherazade gazed out the window at the dawn breaking through the dark veil covering the sky. "But it's morning, I will finish the story tomorrow night, just one more night."
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