Siren Song - 126 Cruel Silence

Zawbiae threw his head proudly enjoying the freedom after having been cooped up for so long. Every time the horses hooves hit the dirt the healing wound in his calf would throb, but it was a welcome distraction.

‘Why would she say that?’

The severely creased and worn letter sat in his pocket, where he kept it, the words were almost etched into his mind at this point, yet he kept reading it, looking for something different than what was there.

Yet the words didn’t change nor did they make sense to him. After everything was cleared up he intended to clarify the matter, for now he couldn’t, his Jid needed his help greatly.

The last two weeks had been consumed with sorting the mess left behind by his father and uncle’s.

Over a thousand men had to be buried from their side, as such most of Muzdahir, including the palace was in a state of mourning. To the south of Muzdahir a large area of woodlands was cleared to make room for the mass graves that had to be dug, leaving a hole in the land as well as town with all the missing lives.

After they had won, half the forces stayed to take care of the bodies of the deceased, while the other half had raced to their home to ensure its safety.

Liang Jian Amal as well as Erol were among those who rushed home. Even though his leg had long gone numb, Liang JianAmal had felt himself driven on relentlessly, needing to know that his home was safe.

The day was drawing to a close by the time the few hundred men had returned to their home. Even though the city looked untouched, it was eerily quiet throughout the entirety. The buildings cast long shadows across the streets as he ran between them, dread building.

In his haste he slowly started to leave some of the others behind as some stopped to check on their homes and families as well.

As he came up the rise he saw the exquisitely planted courtyard was in shambles, torn through and trampled, and utterly defiled. Fearing the worst Liang Jian Amal had tried to rush in through the front entrance only to meet resistance.

He had thrown himself at it repeatedly until Erol and a few of the other men caught up to him. They helped him break down the door as they spilled into the doorway that had been blocked by a bunch of furniture that now slay strewn on the floor.

“Chang! Jid!” Silence had reigned through the halls that looked to have been ransacked. Pieces of broken furniture as well as pottery lay strewn on the ground as he hurried through, looking for any sign of life.

Right inside the antechamber lay a well-dressed corpse of a man, a pool of blood surrounding him like the petals of a flower.

“Jid?” He had called out worriedly venturing further to find the older man and several of the maids surrounding an ashen Jari Maan al-Hassan. Yet there was no sign of Hao Jin Ying, Li Hua or Chang.

His Jid seemed to have aged significantly over the course of the day since he had left, worrying him. Erol arrived shortly after him exclaiming he couldn’t find anybody anywhere until he saw the group gathered. With his help they carried the barely alive man to the medical building in the hopes that it was untouched.

“Jid where is she?” as they had taken him Liang Ju-Long had questioned him.

With a wearied face Hakim al-Hassan only told him bitterly “Liang Ju-Long.”

They were barely able to rescue Jari Maan al-Hassan, due to the fact he had lost a significant amount of blood due to the torn stitching and already exhausted body. The elder wept grateful he would not be bearing two sons on the same day.

Hakim al-Hassan tried to have him stay and get checked out as well mentioning his bloodied face, leg, and dust encrusted figure but he refused, everything else could hardly to him at the moment.

He immediately left to head to his chambers to grab his stuff and take off after his father. It was then he noticed the envelope sitting on the bed.

After reading he slumped to the ground all his energy instantly gone. ‘I don’t love you.. Don’t seek me out.. We are not something that was meant to last..

‘No, I can’t accept that, this has to be because of my father..