A dark-haired man halted his camel as he arrived on top of the dune, letting the warm wind of dusk hit his face, the sand swirling all around him. He smiled, his blue eyes taking in the vision of the besieged city. Before him laid the cradle of modern civilization; the one city where the greatest everlasting power was created. All he needed to do was wait for a few days until the right moment unfolded.

He looked down at his left hand, a worn-looking ring on his wedding finger. He frowned as the herald ornamentation shifted in design and colour. His eyes saddened, and he stroked it, the herald still shifting. Why didn’t he took more care to remember what it looked like?