This real-life oasis was actually just a gateway allowing entry to the Maslens’ infamous Oasis.

That’s when I spotted a black staircase leading downward. The small lake transformed into a whirlpool and suddenly an opening began to form in the center of it. The moment the ruby-studded plate was put in its place, I felt the ground rumble beneath my feet. “Earth, water, fire…” he muttered as he placed the third hexagon in place. For the third palm tree, he repeated the process with a brass hexagon studded with rubies. He walked to another one of the two palm trees and did the same thing. He stood up and took out another brass hexagon, this time studded with sapphires. He then gently placed the emerald-studded hexagon on top of it. He walked toward one of the palm trees and knelt on the ground, brushing sand away from an area beneath the tree to reveal what looked like a metal plate. My escort took out a small velvet pouch and retrieved a brass hexagonal object studded with emeralds. It was said to be a marvel, but nothing prepared me for what I saw.

I’d already heard a lot of stories about The Oasis. It was exactly as it name implied-a small oasis hidden within the Egyptian boundaries of the Sahara Desert.Ī slew of curses escaped my lips as I approached the small lake surrounded by three palm trees that appeared to form a triangle around the lake. At first, I thought that it was some sort of joke. In a couple of days’ time, traveling by night and seeking shade by day, I arrived. Thus, I travelled to Cairo where Borys Maslen-lord of the Maslen clan-sent an escort to take me to The Oasis.

A castle of sand by bella forrest