Hold your breath!





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~*When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray. Rumi~*



Blood was everywhere.

The rainwater mingled with blood; had changed the sand grains dark with pools of crimson water on every few steps that a man was to take. The reflection of the dunes on the crimson water made it look like as if it rained blood.

The wind peered from behind the silken threads of a spiderweb on one of the walls of the mud houses. It stared flabbergasted at the droplets of blood that turned the spider's house scarlet. Perhaps it did rain blood.

Suddenly, the wind turned to Faris when it heard his anguished voice.

"Adel!" Faris roared as his friend slowly dropped to his bloody knees with a sword piercing his heart and blood oozing from his open chest. Faris felt shivers run down his body when the assassin who stood behind Adel, wrenched the blade out then booted the body aside. The knight made to run towards Adel. However, the men surrounding him charged at him like vicious vipers, preventing him.

Just when Faris had charged forward to kill Marwan, the half breed dog ordered his men to advance, and in doing so prevented Faris to reach and annihilate him. And now, when his knights struggled against the force of Marwan's men, Faris felt desirous he felt weak. Marwan's men were too powerful. Even despite the sudden attack, they had exhausted Faris's knights, and many were wounded severely.

The rain had ceased, and now the sky was blanketed with an ominous cloud that permitted lighting to strike every few seconds. If the wind did not witness the deadly battle, it would have halted and gaped at the cloud ornamenting the sky of the daybreak. Now that the rain had ceased, Faris felt a thick layer of sweat bead on his neck, then trickle down his back within his kandoora.

Frustrated, and desperate Faris spun to his right to the man who prevented him from going towards Adel. Knight of knights struck his mighty sword in the man's jaw, and then pulled the blade out in such a manner that it slit the man's face in half.

A sinister pleasure blossomed in his heart when the man's blood splattered all over his face, coating his forehead and beard. Anger coiled sweltering and unstoppable in his gut, like a blazing hellfire that desired to burn from inside out. He needed to reach Adel and see if he was still alive. What would he narrate to his mother? How will he face Umm Adel?

Just as his opponent dropped in the puddle of his blood and raindrops, Faris knelt snatched the man's dagger and held it with his left hand. By Allah, he was a sight of a monster. The knight was soaking in rain, blood, and dirt. His wet hair swayed every time he struck a man with his sword or dodged a blade that yearned to rip him in half.

In the haze of battle, and blood Faris swiftly looked around. On his right, almost twenty feet was his sibling Nasser who fought marvelously. Faris watched as one of Marwan's men came towards Nasser on his horse with a hammer in hand. Faris's jaw clenched as his heart thumped like thirsty drums within his chest.

The giant of a man twisted around to face the thief, and just as the horse galloped to Nasser at a threatening speed, the Borkan raised his sword then allowed the blade of his sword to rip open the horse's neck. When the rider toppled over the horse, Nasser marched over to him to end his life.

By Allah, Faris could see that Nasser was getting weaker with each body that his sword dropped. He needed to eliminate Marwan. Faris had to reach Marwan before it was too late. He knew he could not do that with Marwan's men coming at him from every direction.

The irises of his eyes grew, and turned more immoral, his lethal glare turned to his left and landed on Badr. Marwan's men encircled the Rashideen knight. The muggers were aware who Badr al Rashideen was, and just like Faris, they prevented him from reaching Marwan.

A roar hissed passed his lips when a man the size of Nasser marched towards Faris with swords in both hands. Faris moved his body slightly to the left, so he faced the man now.

Three steps

His fists clenched around the hilts of the weapons in his hands. He disregarded the pain that seared his shoulder from Badr's blade.

Two steps

A peculiar numbness filled his senses for that second, Faris forgot everything else and saw pure red. He even forgot his Raghad's scarf that encased his wound.

One step

And he leaped.

Knight of knights ducked when the man attempted to slit his throat. That instant as only a few seconds passed. Faris dropped his sword to the ground still crouching, tossed the dagger to his right hand then drove the blade into the man's thigh. A painful roar reached his ears, and soon it turned into desperate screams. Faris slit opened the man's upper leg with the blade and stopped at his kneecap.

Just like a flash, knight of knights rose to his feet with his sword in hand he placed the sharp edge of his sword on his enemy's throat; then cut off his head from his shoulders.

Faris watched as this opponent's blood and brains flowed out of the limp body and coated his sandals.

He grinned.

The wind flapped its wing rapidly and blew sand around Faris. Yet, once again, the ominous clouds up ahead clashed with one another, and lighting ripped the inky night. The sky had witnessed many battles, and this it knew was being written in the parchment of history.

A warrior prepared to perish for his people.

"Faris!" Someone yelled out his name. The knight turned to left and saw Badr and Sultan rush towards him. Turning deaf to the battle cries, and parting souls, Faris took in Badr's form. The side of his body was dark with blood, and a ghastly wound permitted blood to trickle down the man's forehead. Badr's clothes were drenched by rainwater like Faris, and dirt coated his forehead and eyelashes.

"Our men are dying and wounded," Badr yelled, eyes moving in every direction for possible danger. "If this continues for much longer, Faris. We must retreat."

"No! We cannot retreat today. By, Allah, I shall not retreat, not before my sword tastes his blood."

"Prince. Adel is dead and many others. If you wish to terminate this today, then come up with a ploy before our blood is spilled as well," Sultan barked.

"I did not take you for a coward, cousin," Faris glared.

Badr shook his head, turning his back to them looking out for peril.

"He has wronged my brother and my tribe as well," Sultan wiped the blood from his cheek. "If staying here and fighting like a fool without a decent ploy as your men die makes me a coward, then be it,"

Faris clenched his jaw. This was not the time to sit and communicate with Sultan. "If you desire to depart, then Fe Aman Allah. However, if you wish to avenge Yousuf, then be my sword." Faris took a step closer to Sultan, towering over the man. He saw the change his words brought in Sultan's heart and eyes.

Here Badr looked over his shoulder. "Very well. Then go." He growled. "Marwan is inside that house," then yelled, throwing his head in the direction of a house on their right. "Go there and kill him. I will hold his men back."

Faris quickly looked around and felt his heart compressing. His men were decreasing in numbers. "I do not think you can stop these men." Faris roared booting a man in the belly whose blade passed less than a finger's expanse in front of his face.

Before Faris could lift his sword to annihilate the man, Badr thrust the tip of his blade in the man's chest then moved to look at Faris. "Prince, if Marwan flees, all that we have molded will be in vain. I am giving you this opportunity for he has committed greater transgressions towards you, than me."

Knight of knights stared at Badr for a few fleeting moments. If someone were to articulate to him a few moons back that Badr would fight alongside him. Faris would have probably knocked the man down for such a ludicrous notion. However, now, the Rashideen had proven his loyalty and his love for his people.

Faris al fursan knew that if he met Badr in different circumstances, they would have had an unbreakable bond. No, not because of Raghad, but rather due to Badr's faith, integrity, and dignity.

He knew that Sagr al fursan was right, Marwan's end must come today. With a nod, knight of knights sprinted over to the house on their far-right. Every time his feet crunched the stones, Faris felt them nip at his heart and cause blood to run rivulet within him. Fury blazed in his form like a volcano so hot that he felt the tips of his fingers tingle.

Suddenly, Faris felt his form tumble to the side harshly. Upon looking up, he saw a hatchet come whirling towards his face. The man who had attacked him was the same age as Faris. He was wearing a leather vast over his brown kandoora. His hair from one side was tied in braids and reached his shoulders.

Faris stumbled back, losing his balance for a while. His opponent took this as his advantage and pounded the knight with quick blows, causing Faris to retreat further. Murky, warm blood in his mouth. But he paid no heed to that for that moment a searing pain ripped in his right leg.

Faris wobbled, his legs struggling to hold him uptight as blood ran down his leg. Swiftly regaining his balance, he shook his head against the pain and pulled out a dagger. Gritting his teeth, the knight wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth then clenched his fist around the hilt of his sword.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" His enemy chortled, spinning his hatchet expertly eyes on the deep wound on Faris's leg.

Knight of knights inhaled and pushed his shoulders back. The look that appeared in his eyes caused the wind to cover behind the mountains.

Dear Lord.

The people in these lands had once heard of a heartless monster. A monster when enraged. Permitted his sword to be a part of his body. A monster when enraged. Would burn everything in his path with either blood or fire. And, here he stood, in the middle of the battleground with water trickling down his hair and blood dribbling down his thigh.

"I shall ask you the same in a moment," Faris growled, his voice deep from the pain and absolute fury.

The thief laughed then attacked with the speed of a serpent. Faris dodged the man's blows despite the wound on his leg. Then, when he saw an opening, he mustered all his strength in that attack and jabbed his knife in the man's armpit. Marwan's man collapsed around the blade; a muffled grunt of pain hissed past his lips.

Pulling the dagger out, Faris moved his right leg a little so that he stood in front of his opponent and swiftly, with a grace of a leopard thrust the dagger in the man's throat.

He felt the knife grind against bone. "Hurts, doesn't it?" he pushed and twisted the blade until the man closed his eyes.

Tossing the blade aside, Faris limped his way to the house again. The pain on his leg forgotten as a new form of rush whizzed within his body.

Lightning struck the sky just as the first glimpse of dawn broke, welcoming another thunderstorm. The sun: had to climb. It had to rise; in the hopes to minimize the chaos Faris would bring.

Warm liquid filled Faris's sandals and smeared his toes. When he reached the house where Marwan was hiding, something within him whispered to glance back at his brother, Nasser. Without a second thought, Faris looked over his shoulder towards his brother and froze.

Gooseflesh rose from the tip of his toes to his head, causing cold shivers to cascade down his mighty form. Just as his eyes landed on his warrior of a sibling, two sharp arrows pierced Nasser's chest.

Faris al fursan's form jerked forward in shock and desperation. He attempted to take a few steps towards Nasser. That instant, he felt as if he was clutching onto a yarn that threatened to split any moment.

Breathing became hard for Faris when one of Marwan's men appeared from behind his brother and ripped open Nasser's middle with his sword in a sharp movement.

Faris's world came to a screeching halt, as Nasser, his gallant sibling, swayed in the air, with warm, dark blood coating his form. He watched horrified as his younger sibling collapsed on his knees with his hand around the arrow that ripped his flesh.

Mournful howling rose in the sky, no, not of the wolves, but rather the wind that whirled deliriously along with the thunderstorm. It knew that the ferocious knight, that it's Faris had just lost one of the pillars that made him stand erect amid a destructive battle.

Faris moved his body in such a quick move that his feet slipped against the wet pebble stone. Quickly regaining his balance, Faris commenced running towards Nasser.

Ya, Allah. Allow me to reach him. Allow me to bring him back to our mother.

Faris's heart pleaded.

However, that moment just as he moved: scorching fire exploded across his own back. It felt as if someone had stripped his back bare and poured coals over it. Every inch of his skin burned, and Faris knew no water on earth or remedy could alleviate the pain. Every inch of his skin felt as if it was being peeled off by a hot rod. Just as the knight perceived that he was fatally wounded, Faris slumped forward, hitting the dirt face down in the pool of his blood.

So, this is how his end was penned? He wanted to see his beloved mother before his eyes closed. He desired to see Raghad before darkness envelopes him in its cloak.

So, this is how his end was written?

Indeed, it did rain blood.











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A moment of silence. How was it?



The chapter was longer than this, but I WANTED to stop it at this interesting, yet heart-wrenching cliff hanger. Don't worry the next chapter is also, almost done.



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