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The Bodyguard — Chapter 12 of 30

Just two Royal Arabian Brothers

Created by Author, Love using DaVinci

Chapter 12

My name is Prince Ahmad. Second son of thirteen sons of King Zaman, desert king, king of kings.

My story takes us to the beginning. To the story of our school experience, where we relished the little time we had here at school to experience a little bit of freedom.

We are just two brothers at the Sandhurst Military dorm. I was 15 years old, and my brother was 16 years old when we were allowed to stay at the dorm as long as we could be monitored 7 days a week, 24 hours a day.

I idolized my oldest brother, Zahn. I'm glad we were able to spend four years of a little freedom together while we felt like normal brothers. We sat together, enjoying the silence. This was the time we decided to create a game that would set us both free.

The conversation started one spring afternoon during my first semester and my brother’s second year. As spring break was going to be in a week, we both dreaded returning home, back to our golden cages. As I had to study for a history exam and he too studied for his calculus exam, the conversation about creating a game unfolded.

Prince Zahn Al-Asnam is a year ahead of me, and he is my tutor, my best friend, my advisor, and my confidant. We both were allowed to stay at the dorm only if our grades stayed exceptional. We both realized that we needed to seriously ensure we continue to have exceptional grades to keep the little freedom we shared. As we studied, we were deep in thought.

“Don’t you want to enjoy life a little? ” he asked. "Brother," I replied with respect, "we know our fate; we know our destiny. I have accepted that, and so should you," I replied.

“Ahmad, we only have one life to live, did you know that? And our ancestors, they created the laws and traditions hundreds and thousands of years before we were born; time back then was different.” My brother Zahn added.

“Again, I have accepted our fate, so should you.” I replied to my brother.

“You are naive, Brother Ahmad. Wait till you fall in love and are made to marry someone else. Then, you will know my pain, brother," he whispered so the CCTV cameras would not hear him.

“I have an idea, something we could have fun doing and something we both could enjoy,” he added.

“Brother, this is not another idea where we are caught and punished. Remember, we only will be able to enjoy this for another 3 years for you and 4 years for me! Do you think I would sacrifice this, as I pointed to the dorm room, to one of your crazy ideas? ”

"Oh, brother Ahmad, I am talking about creating a game here in this cage," he whispered. "How?" I asked.

My brother Zahn started to have me read what he had previously written; it was an interactive game with an added AI concept. It was so amazing! We burned the midnight oil, we had the funds needed to create the game, and right before sunrise on a Saturday morning, the AI game, "Fairytale," was born.

The concept was simple: everyone’s identity would be masked, we could only be part of the story, and users would need to pick an identity that closely fits them in the fairytales they created. We would integrate an AI aspect into the game; the goggles would have the ability to connect to the third eye that leads to the pituitary gland. Simple. The game would feel realistic, dreamlike. We did not plan past our school life; would we end it, or would we patent it past the four years? However, we thought we had all the time in the world to think about the future of “Fairytale.”

We, at least, had a game we both could enjoy during spring break.

Now back to today.

It has now been a year since we launched “Fairytale.” We have almost all the university students who are subscribed to the game. We were glad we included the clause of not allowing anyone to discuss or record their stories; this kept everything private. We had guardrails installed so no one could record or share their stories. So far, so good.

We heard a loud knock on the door.

The guards at the door asked to enter.

As the guards entered. An army sergeant was escorted into the room. Prince Zahn Al-Asnam, Prince Ahmad Al-Asnam, your father has sent me to escort you back home. A war has started in your country, and you have been asked to be taken to safety. The private jet is awaiting.

My brother Zahn asked the army guards, “Did you confirm this? My brother and I are not going anywhere unless this comes directly from Father. Call him Ahmad,” he directed.

I called Father. And he confirmed. We were to get on that private jet as soon as possible.

The story is NOT AI generated.

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