GRAY EYES

"I am Neem from Golem and I am not supposed to forget this..." We are trained killers (often called demons), warriors trained to feel no pain or fear, to survive the deepest darkness of night and heat of war. We are to fight and die for the king of The Great City of The Sun, Golem, the jewel of the middle east Assyria. ******************* For ages our name alone casted fear in the hearts of all the people of the known world - The East, West, North and South until a king arose, his name is ...NEBUCHADNEZZAR II, the prince of the Golden City of Babylon. Now Golem is history for the King of Babylon has tricked us and now Golem is nothing but dust and ashes. .********************** The story of the fall of the mighty Neem army has spread all over the known world with some of us taken as slaves with our women and children, the lucky ones amongst us fleeing the great war like cowards! Weaklings! How is the mighty fallen? Now we are scattered like flies all over the known world, captured, killed as witches, hated, persecuted, we are going extinct! ....So no one can know who I am for I am Neem and although all hope is lost, I still wish and pray to unknown gods that Babylon must pay! I am Razal, the weakest of all Neem warriors but the smartest of them all. Here I am as a refugee in Persia and here is my account of the fall of Golem, Babylon, and the rise of Persia.