As narrated by Roy:
I met Zarah Fatuma after a botched up mission when I was in the army, I had been tasked with securing a site but I had let a most dangerous enemy slip through my fingers, I had expected a cold heartless criminal but when confronted with a woman with two young children.
I had felt compelled to let them escape, even abetting their escape, this act had earned me a reprimand from my commanding officer and as was custom those day; I was banished from my people until I found and killed three of the enemies who were referred to as Zailim.
That’s how it came to be that I was stalking the king of the Zailim in a great city, but even then I found I could not deal the lethal blow.
The chief reason being the enemy who was named the king of the Zailim controlled vast resources and such a strike could compromise the cohesion of the world which for decades now had been hanging on the balance, the consequences of such an act would herald an outright world war and anarchy.
Thus I prowled the streets with my mind mulling over my fate, it seemed the die was cast and I had unwittingly become an outcast from my beloved people..
It was in my desperate prowl that the opportunity to redeem myself presented itself, across the backstreet on a short flight of stairs - three low-life Zailim were tagging a young lady between them, the greed of their perversion clearly visible on their faces.
I needed no prompting at this point, I took out my swift katana and in an instant the three Zailim were lying face down in a pool of blood which was quickly turning to ashes, a clear proof that indeed they were not human, but from the progeny of the Jinni.
I was left with the young lady who confided with me that the reason the Zailim were after her was because she had chosen to become a believer in the Almighty in contradiction to the wishes of this group of Zailim Jinni, thus they had decided to get rid of her, but my arrival in the nick of time had saved her hide.
She thanked me promising to repay back the favour one day, but according to me the favour was already paid because by that act I had gained my re-acceptance back to my people and the platoon of warriors.
The next time I saw Zarah was years after the war in the great city; I met a young lady in the middle of the night appearing stranded, being not one to leave a damsel in distress I offered my help, I was greatly surprised when I found she was none other than the beautiful Jinni I had helped those years ago.. Zarah Fatuma and she was requesting for a place to live among-st my people, I obliged, after all she was and still is a devout believer in the creator.
Who am I to deny her a place to live, we parted ways with me reminding her in the land of Tan-Ateru we live by a code of honour.