126 Cruel Silence (1/2)

Liang Jian Amal galloped his horse through the field outside the capitol, letting the wind whip wildly across his face. He gripped the mane of the animal in his fists as he gritted his teeth.

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.