As the nomad wanders through the land, Fate brings him to a helping hand. A guide to show him where to go, A place to rest and food to know.

He meets both friend and foe, you see, In this world of uncertainty. But through it all, he carries on, With courage, strength, and will so strong.

For a nomad's life is hard but true, And he knows what he must do. To find his way and complete his quest, And overcome any trial or test.

So let us all learn from the nomad's way, To be strong and resilient each day. And when fate brings us to a guide, We'll be ready for whatever may reside.

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Lost in Time: A Stranger in Ancient Egypt

As Jack slowly opened his eyes, he was disoriented and groggy from what felt like hours of deep sleep. The bright sun shone down on his face, causing him to squint and shield his eyes with his hands. As he looked around, he heard an unfamiliar language that sounded like random gibberish at first. But as he listened more closely, he realized it was Coptic, the language spoken by the ancient Egyptians.

"Why are they speaking Coptic? If it weren't for my language training from the organization, I would be lost here," Jack laughed to himself.

As Jack stood up, his body felt stiff and sore from lying down for an extended period of time. He stretched his arms up high and let out a deep breath, feeling his muscles loosen up with each passing second. He then reached down and stretched his legs, feeling a slight dryness on his skin from the heat of the sun. He rubbed his palms together, trying to get rid of the sand that had stuck to them, and took a few steps around the rooftop to test his balance. Despite feeling a bit disoriented, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the scene before him, the endless expanse of sand and the gentle sway of the palm trees.

As Jack turned around, he got shocked and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhh! How did you get here?" His voice trembled slightly, and he was still in shock from the sudden appearance of the old man.

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The sudden shock made Jack stumble back, almost losing his balance. Once he regained his composure, he looked at the old man with a mix of curiosity and confusion. The old man had a dark complexion, with deep wrinkles etched into his skin, indicating his age. He wore simple clothing. The fabric of his garment seemed rough, and the colours were muted, which gave it an aged appearance. The old man's eyes were a deep brown, and they seemed to stare right through Jack.

As the old man stood up from his chair, he walked over to Jack with a slight limp, his worn-out sandals shuffling against the floor. His dark skin was weathered from years of living in the harsh desert climate, and deep wrinkles creased his face, telling stories of a life filled with hardships.

"I am Markus," he said with a kind smile. "And you are an odd one, my friend."

Jack furrowed his brow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Markus let out a small chuckle. "Just last night, I was making my way back from the market when I saw a light appear from the sky. It was followed by a great thud, as if someone had cleaned their rug. I got curious and walked up the mountain of sand, and that's when I saw you lying down in the middle of nowhere."

Jack's eyes widened in shock. "That was me?"

Markus nodded. "Yes, you were injured, and I thought some bandits may have thrown you here and ran away. So I attached you to my back and brought you here, then healed your wounds."

Jack looked down at his bandaged arm, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. "Thank you so much," he said, his voice filled with appreciation.

As Markus sat back down on his chair, he replied, "No need to thank me, my friend. It is my duty to help those in need, especially travellers like you. But tell me, how did you end up in this land?"

Jack took a deep breath

"I'm from the future, and my name is Dr. Jack Sterling," Jack said formally, trying to keep his composure.

The old man looked at Jack, his eyes wide with amazement. "The future, you say?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

"Yes," Jack replied, his eyes scanning the area around him.

"Interesting," Markus said, nodding his head in understanding. "But why have you come here?" he asked, his tone curious.

"I didn't choose to come here," Jack said, his voice tinged with frustration. "I was brought here."

Markus raised an eyebrow, his eyes studying Jack's face. "And where will you stay? Do you have any friends or family here?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Jack shook his head. "No, I don't know anyone here," he said, his gaze dropping to the ground. He looked down at his feet, which were covered in sand and looked dry and cracked.

"Well, you're welcome to work for me if you'd like," Markus said, a friendly smile spreading across his face.