Lord Dreck

The early morning in Mandeland was shrouded in steady, relentless rain. The rhythmic patter of raindrops echoed through the streets of Mandeland as dark clouds hung low in the sky, casting a somber pall over the once-vibrant hub of the village. The weather could not have been a better mirror to reflect the mood in […]

The sky was painted in shades of gray as Billa and Diyaka stood on the outskirts of the dumpsite. Thick plumes of smoke billowed into the air, carrying with them the acrid stench of burning wood and flesh. A most disturbing way of disposing of a bloodline of royalty. A few days had passed since

The early morning air in Mandeland was still and cool, the sun just beginning to cast a faint glow on the horizon. Billa lay in his comfy bed, wrapped up in his thick blankets, the aura of euphoria still palpable even as he slumbered peacefully. Like him, many other villagers were still nestled in their

“Men! The time has come!” With that wicked grin still playing on his lips and his frighteningly white pupils gleaming with a mixture of malice and excitement, he stood before his gang of mischievous bandits who had gathered around a flickering fire in the hideout where they were. Only heaven could guess how he managed

The day had arrived for Mandeland’s most beloved festival, the enchanting Ashrei Festival. A joyous celebration deeply rooted in the village’s history and values of unity and coexistence. Originating centuries ago as a means to foster harmony among the diverse communities that dwelt in the village, this annual event had evolved into a grand spectacle

Welcome, dear reader!! I present to you one incredible tale from the pen of Dabar. A tale of evil and good. One that’ll live in your memory for a long time to come. Hope you’re ready. Let’s go! Amidst the embrace of lush rolling hills and picturesque meadows, there existed a hidden gem known as