The heart burns deep
With fire ragings

For the sight
Of beloved one.

We were the two
Sparks

That caused
The wildfire

To grow stronger
By day by night

We sang together
In that moonlight night

Free from these
Away from these

Now the soul yearning
Grows so torn apart
Are we ...

Lost shadows
Lost dreams
The cycle

Must continue
Endless.

I was born and brought up in Eastern Province the region in Middle East which is quite oil rich consisting of the Arabian desert and the region known as Empty Quater.The place true to its name is quite empty with exception of few bedouin tribes.

It was here that I was brought up in a respectable but less powerful tribe of jann.My dad served the local priests of these wandering tribes and helped them perform exorcisms , quite a complex affair for ordinary commoners.

We demons function on a less complex layer of experience as compared to you humans in short we're quite primitive in terms of reasoning and thoughts but not so primitive in terms of forms we take on mostly illusory and would appear to you humans like vivid hallucinations but sometimes real as well,but that is rare due to the difficulty of doing it.

You could think of us as a primitive layer of awareness present around you in the very air you breath.

Coming back to my childhood I was homeschooled by my parents in the art of exorcism and other rituals. I was also taught many human languages,we do not have a constructed language ours is a primitive language based on thoughts and simple expressions . But we can learn human language with some difficulty. I used to see human kids going to school the madarseh and the universities . I thought about joining these,but dad forbade me saying it was not permissible for us to interact or learn about what humans did. "It's there world and this is ours", he said one day frowning when I kept nagging him about joining a school. He drew a big line on the periphery of Empty Quater the dividing line between our world and the human world. The act manifested itself as a small rift in a valley below dunes underneath. The "big line" that I referred to earlier was there for the best part of my childhood that is before meeting Yazi my playmate who would become my bestie in the later part of my teenage and early adulthood.

Me and Yazi were sole besties of our time we often pranked each other whilst our parents were busy working with the tribesmen and tribeswomen .We would often tease young kids on beaches especially the one located in Jeddah which had a sizeable amount of expats from different countries and hence an exotic fauna of these kids graced our presence. The kids would feel that a strong gust of wind hath slapped them on their soft cheeks and would get frightened and run away from the beach forefront into their mother's arms sometimes wailing .We would often pride ourselves on making the cute ones among these wail louder for the sake of mere pleasure.After all humans were to us the other ones,why should they be treated as equal to us.They are mere vermins we are the mightier ones,it was our world before it was granted to you humans.

In due course we grew up we learnt many tribal rituals including excorcism the rainmaking ritual which involved the tribesmen dancing to the tunes of the drum meant to invoke us.We would then create a small sandstorm around the tribesmen and sprinkle water over their heads and some on their lands and if they pleased us more , we would give them a goat or two which we would steal in the guise of massive sandstorms quite common in these areas.

We can only interact with your world from your brain and through the air around you and all the particles it contains and sometimes through other systems like the bodies of animals etc.

Note : The way these demons and such entities henceforth called as timeliners work will be discussed in detail in other works , however certain aspects of their nature  will be covered in this book in great detail.