Desert Citadel

Night of the Barbarian – part two –

by VJ Miller, Sr.

When we left off last time, Ronal defeated the Agga-Seer and made off with Ur Soola and reclaimed his belongings, but all is not right with him. And what of Barney. Can he survive?

If you missed Part one

The respirator squeaks and hisses, laboring to support what is left of Barney’s life. Tubes run into and out of him carrying various fluids. Doctors and nurses work frantically to keep the man alive. His heart rate flatlines, paddles are reached for and he is shocked twice to get his heart beating again.

Jenny, sleepless, distraught eyes wet, stands at the door to the ICU staring through the window

A young nurse standing beside her seeks to give her words of comfort

“We’re giving him the best care there is. There’s nothing you can do here. Why don’t you go home and get some rest.”

“I can’t leave him. He’s all I have.”

“The doctors are doing everything possible.”

“But… Is he… is he going to die?”

The young nurse takes a long slow deep breath. “If anyone can pull him through, those people can.”

Jenny nods and turns from the window. “What am I going to do now?”

“You’re going to go home and get some sleep before you end up a patient here,” said the young nurse as she put her arm around Jenny. “I’ll see about getting you something to help you sleep.”

“O-okay. Whatever you think best.”

They walk slowly away along the dimly lit corridor. Continue reading Night of the Barbarian – part two –

Ancient Arab Market

Night of the Barbarian – part one –

by VJ Miller, Sr.

A near-death experience thrusts a mousy little executive into an ancient desert world where he occupies the body of a brain-dead  barbarian felled by a Mongol-type Warlord. Is this only a dream or has he crossed over into another reality. Can he make the sacrifice to stay in the barbarian’s world.


Morning at an Ancient Middle Eastern Bazaar.

The sun shines brightly on several rows of tables, tents and tapestries displaying pottery, utensils and various animals and slaves for sale.

Shouldering his way through the crowd is, Ronal, 28, 6’6” powerfully built with potent arms and legs. His long black hair is held back by a leather strap around his forehead. He is bare-chested wearing goat-skin pants and leather sandals. His chiseled features and cold grey eyes could scare a man to death.

He looks over the various goods and trinkets among the venders. Seeing nothing to his liking he is about to leave the market when he passes the tent of a fortune teller. He is halted by the alluring voice of a middle-aged woman in all her finery

“Care to have your fortune told to you, young man?”

Ronal pauses at the sound of her soothing voice. Turns his body to her and is gruff.

“I need know witch-woman to conjure up for me what I make for myself.”

“Your future ends in two days, but it can begin again with this.” She holds up a wood carved amulet, two heads in profile back-to-back. One looks similar to Ronal and the other appears to be a short-haired sickly man. It dangles from an oiled leather strap. Continue reading Night of the Barbarian – part one –