I, the loyal Ghull of the Asaha, am a messenger.

  I am a whisperer and a deceiver.

  I am a wind of secrets, and a wave of dreams.

  I am the puppeteer, holding their strings.

  In the fragile realm of solid existence, each creature is uniquely designed to survive.

  Not all designs are flawless, nevertheless.

  Some designs trade strength for meaning; a meaning to fuse purpose to survival.

  But a meaningful existence often restrains the strength required for eternal survival.

  This is especially true for creatures of mud, existing in the realm of solidity.

  We, the Ghull of the fire creatures, are fortunate that we had been serving the Asaha, shaping our loyal existence with meaning, purpose, and essence in the realm of divinity. After all, as intelligent creatures, it is the divine spirit we all yearn for, isn’t it?

  Centuries ago, forty centuries ago to be more precise, those of the loyal Ghull who assisted the Asaha when the Sumer prayed for salvation behind the great wall hiding from the enemy, were missioned with a divine purpose. The purpose was and still is today ensuring the survival of the creatures of mud. Those creatures, their emotions strong and precious, must survive to fuel the creatures of fire in the realm of divinity. Their emotions must echo in eternity to protect the balance of divinity and solidity.

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  So, the Asaha summoned the wind to offer a new world to the Sumerian of Mesopotamia, ensuring that the enemy could not break their fertile spirit. The Asaha gifted the Sumer a new world of mud and air. Content with their decision, the Asaha watched the Sumer through the eyes of the Ghull. While the Ghull whispered words of ambition into their ears, the Sumer flourished from their fertile new ground.

  I, the loyal Ghull of the Asaha, have a fire core burning with passion. I will tell you about that one allured Ghull who saw the fire of passion in the eyes of an ancient Sumer Queen. She lived centuries ago, thirty-nine centuries ago to be precise, her name was Inanna, a queen of mud and spirit at the same heart.

  Queen Inanna asked, and the allured Ghull served,

  What not belonged to her, or to her new world.

  When the allured Ghull presented the Queen with the dark secrets of the Asaha, the Asaha was infuriated. All Ghull were banished from all eyes, and the Sumerians were stripped of their beauty. They screamed and cried; in agony they bled.

  Sumer Queen Inanna, humiliated and embarrassed, prayed that her people be forgiven as she sacrificed her heart with a golden knife. In return of her sacrifice, the Asaha restored the beauty of the Sumer on one condition: They must never take advantage of their alluring beauty again. The Sumer accepted and covered themselves under gold and copper, in fear and terror.

  Life span of creatures of mud is unfortunately brief. One who see a century is fortunate. In centuries they bore daughters, they bore sons. Each daughter remembered, each son listened. The story of the spirits and the ghull was relayed, whether distorted, whether altered, and sometimes untouched.

  The Allured Ghull was not forgiven though; all ghull were banished from the sight of the creatures of mud in the realm of solidity.

  Yet, I, the loyal Ghull of the Asaha, am the fortunate Ghull of all the ghull. Born from the ashes and fumes of my ancestor, I am allowed for a yes or no.

  Above all, fortunately and miraculously, I am allowed for the one descendent of daughters to see me and feel me in my solidity.

  I, the loyal Ghull of the Asaha, am grateful for my fortunate existence. I will tell you of more…