The moon was full and bright that night. The stars stood guard around it as if it were a sultan. On this night, city residents were more comfortable roaming the streets since even the darkest of alleys were lit up. As for the thieves and murderers and those looking for shadows cover, none would be so bold to act on this night. However, for two boys—two orphans—their escape had to be tonight. Time was up, and they needed to escape the potential chains of slavery now. Someone will see the rope of bed sheets they made dangling out the window. Any caution they had was either amplified or discarded. They have to escape tonight; it's their last chance. They begged and they pleaded with their roommates to leave with them, but they were reasonable cowards. They would rather accept their fates than try to remake them in the wild streets of the Sultan's main footstool. Foolish logic, but it was their choice. The two self-proclaimed brothers made their escape, but the guards of the orphanage instantly found them out. They leapt to the roofs as was their plan from the beginning. They ran with no destination. They ran, not knowing when they could stop. They ran with the one dream that if they didn't get caught, the desert sands and her treasures would be theirs for the taking. That was if they didn't stop running.

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