#the heroic legend of arslan
One day Arslân meets a boy. He’s a few years older than him, with hair black as charcoal just as Arslân’s bear the white of a cloud. He says he’s a traveler, says he is Hilmes, son of Osroes, says they are bound to become one and only kin and Arslân trusts him; for he knows his fate. Knows he was sent to be raised in Maryam as their prince only to live with a sword of damocles over his head, singing funerals and promising far too bitterly that he shall soon leave his beloved lands to become the heir of Andragora’s barbaric kingdom.
Arslân was born for this matter and this matter only. To fill the gap left after the death of the last prince of Pars, for he is the only son of Queen Tahamine after all. Or so he thought.
Hilmes seems to disagree.
