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Chapter 1: Spies in the Desert

Far from Arendelle, over oceans and mountains, deserts and canyons, a cloaked man stood on a sandy dune. He was overlooking a large, sandstone, walled city that stretched out for miles before him. In the distance, a bell rang twelve times; it was the midnight hour. The new moon cast no light over the hill.

As the sound of the bells faded over the desert landscape, the man turned. As expected, his contact was walking up the sand.

"What news?" asked the man.

His contact pulled down his hood. "Only the military is privy to the information you've asked for."

The man rubbed his chin. "Can you gain access to military records?"

"I already did," said the contact, "I got a lot of info about their formations and such, but their so-called 'secret weapon' is completely off the books."

The man sighed. "Did you get anything out of the ordinary?"

"Yes," said the contact, "Their next target."

The man straightened up. "Where are they headed next?"

The contact grimaced. "Arendelle."

"Arendelle? Why?"

"All I found out is that Caliph Mehmed considers Queen Elsa a threat to his conquests. I suspect it has to do with-" An arrow landed with a soft chunk in the sand between them. For a moment, they stared at it in silence together.

"Did you make sure you weren't followed?" asked the man, already knowing the answer.

"You try evading an entire squadron of guards," grumbled the contact as he crouched down. Arrows and spears pierced the sand around them as a host of soldiers wearing black cloths wrapped around their bodies charged towards them. The man and his contact raced down the far side of the hill.

"We have to warn Queen Elsa!" shouted the man.

His contact nodded grimly as an arrow landed just behind his heel. "My horse is just over the next dune." Eagerly, the two dashed up the sand. As they reached the crest of the dune, they stared down in despair.

"Where's the horse?"

"I left it right here!" A spear shot through the contact's shoulder and he cried out in pain. The contact fell to the ground and pushed the man forwards. "Go! Warn the queen!" The man stumbled on and tumbled down the hill. He didn't look back as he ran across the desert landscape. He lost track of the time he spent running, but slowly the arrows and spears that landed around him began to become less and less frequent as he moved further and further away from the city.

Finally, the sun poked its head over the eastern horizon. The man panted in exhaustion as he slowed down and risked a glance over his shoulder. The desert was slowly being illuminated and he saw an empty expanse of land, devoid of guards.

"Peter," said the man, breathing heavily, "Your sacrifice will not be in vain, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep." The man swiveled around in time to see a massive ball of fire hurtling towards his face. He yelped and dove to the ground. The fireball seared over him, scorching his cloak. The man struggled to his feet and dashed away. A line of straight fire erupted at his feet and he stumbled back with a yell as a wall of flame grew before him.

"You're him, aren't you?" said the man as he shuffled backwards, "The caliph's secret weapon." He bumped into something solid and he turned to see a tall, muscular young man. His hands were engulfed in fire and he stared down at the smaller man.

"Surrender and I'll go easy on you."

The man raised his fists, sweat pouring down his face from both fear and the heat. "If I don't check back in with my captain soon, Corona will declare war!"

The man with flaming hands sighed. "I'll take that as a no."

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