His grandma, shut her wrinkle eyes as she fight back her precious tears from streaming down on her prune like face. "I do this for you...Ezekiel. You belong to her now." cried his grandma softly, but Ezekiel knew her heart was breaking. "In fact, being in that home...it won't be so bad after all. Cause, I can meet and make new friends...and there are so many spiritual activities being conducted at that old aged home." utters his grandma as she tries to force herself with a smile.
"You are lying again, grandma. Cause I know, that's not what you had always have in mind." cried Ezekiel intensely....as he clench his fist by his side.
"I can't be there for you all the time Ezekiel...so please try to understand." exclaimed his grandma as she stood up from her couch and came closer towards her beloved grandson....whom she had been...painstakingly taking care off until...he's reaching into his adulthood state of a young man.
"I'm just like a flip chart to you.....where, I'm no longer in need, you could just tore me away from your life!" utters Ezekiel furiously, as he went inside his room and slammed shut his door. His grandma was stunned seeing Ezekiel to be in such a fury state....a rarely sight which he barely portrays.
"The banging of the door, sure had sent some anxiety and fear inside Marish and her old mother's heart. "Who could it be?" asked Marish as she place a thin blanket on her mother's aching body...before she headed towards the door. As she opens the door, what a shocked she had when few palace guards dashed in and roughly grab her arms....forcing her out from her dormitory home.
"Please sir, what offence have I committed?" pleads Marish, as she struggles to get herself away from those fearsome guards. However, none of the guards utters any explanation, as they continue to drag her away from her home.
"Marish...Marish! Please bring back my daughter...she's innocent." wailed her mother, as she struggles with all her might to get herself up from her bed. And with that effort, she crawls and hang on to one of the guards leg and pleads with him to let Marish to be freed, however, to Marish horror, the guard had merciless kick her mother on her chest, sending her sprawling across the room.
"Mother!" yelled Marish...terrifying after seeing the violent treatment, which her mother had received from the guard. But the guard was not taken aback with their cruel acts, as they continue to pull Marish away from her warm bliss home.
She fight and struggle with all her might, but it was all in vain, when at last, she was brought into the palace. Marish, was hoping Ashlan will be in that area and witness to all this cruelty, but her hopes were dashed when the guards had dragged her into a room....and soon she realised....it was Aden's room.
Ashlan was surprised, when he saw there were no smoke coming out from that dormitory's chimney...and from the hill where he was standing right now....he sense, somethings was amiss...cause Marish's home seems to be in total darkness. "Come on Noah, let's go." utters Ashlan, as he usher Noah to gallop ahead towards the front yard of the dormitory. Ashlan, jump off from his stallion, as he swiftly headed towards Marish's home. "Marish." he calls out her name...but in a shocked state of motion...suddenly, he saw Marish's mother was lying helplessly onto the cold...rough ground of her home.
"Ashlan...Your Highness. You have got to save her...they took her." exclaimed Marish's mother, as she tries hard to drew out a breath. Without hesitation, Ashlan carries her up and gently place her back onto her bed. "Ashlan.....save her. My daughter..she's innocent. The palace guard had took her." utters her mother tearfully and sadly, she drew out her last breath and pass away.
"Aden." thought Ashlan to himself as he clenched his fist in anger. "I swear, nothing will befalls her....I promised." exclaimed Ashlan...as he went back to his horse and gallop towards the palace.
Marish trembles, as she was force to sit on her bended knees on the cold marble floor, while Aden phase around her like a hawk, stalking out his prey. With an evil notion in his mind, he brings out his hand and had his fingers running through in between Marish's baby soft locks. Marish shuts her eyes in fear..cause she was afraid...on what horrifying pain that will befall her. She could sense, Aden's brazen hands had begins to indulge his way onto her shoulder and next towards her ample body. Marish, stood up and decides to dash out towards the door which has been left opened....it was like a challenge for her to escape or be tortured. But Aden was quick enough to read her thoughts, as he roughly grab her waist and forcefully, pushed her onto the cold marble floor. He pinned both her wrist down with his hands...as he had an evil smirk on his face. "Prince Aden, will always gets....whatever he wants." cried Aden and without mercy, he tore part of Marish blouse away from her cold trembling body.
"Ashlan..!" Marish screamed tearfully as she struggles beneath Aden's cruelty and darkened acts of terrorizing her.
"You are calling your death, Aden!" cried Ashlan, as he hits Aden's temple with the back of his sword as hard as he could. Aden wrenched in pain, as Ashlan kicked him away from Marish. Ashlan came forward towards Marish and held on to her trembling body.
"Why do you care so much, for this servant girl anyway?" asked Aden, as he struggles to stand after receive that massive blow from Ashlan's undrew sword.
"Because, she's going to be my wife....my Queen." cried Ashlan with teary Marish by his side.Aden laughed haughtily upon receiving those words from Ashlan. "A servant girl for our Queen? Let's hear, what the people of Kherash will response to that?" utters Aden sarcastically.
"There, going to be some changes around here........I've seen enough of all these corruptions and immorality acts of people...people like you!" cried Ashlan as he points a finger towards Aden's evil and darkened face.
"It's not going to be that simple...Ashlan. Cause, I know....now after our father....our beloved King has gone...you have no more...allies standing around you..protecting you. Yes...yes, you are a King now..but, with that girl by your side....I'm afraid, your future will be at stake." warned Aden with smirk of hatred in his eyes.
Few years had passed, and like what Aden had predicted, Marish was an unwelcome core, to be part of the royal family. Ashlan, was by pass and steps down from his throne..as Aden takes over in ruling Kherash.
Ashlan was given mere duties of an ambassador for any trade delegations...but he had never feel so much enlightenment and contentment before in his soul. The sacrificed which he had made, by giving up his throne for the woman he love...pays it all. Together, both Ashlan and Marish live in such a simplicity life but with full of abundance wealth of love,joy and grace.
"Like what I have promised you, Your Majesty, the leper has been demolished." utters Dhaleya as she dress herself up, after she give in to Aden's desire.
"But I still want more!" cried Aden furiously...cause, he feel sore...and the brewing hatred which he had felt for his brother, grew even more on each and every breath that he takes. He just could not believe, Ashlan could still lead such a blissful and contentment life after forsaken his throne. Adding to his blackened heart of jealousy, was knowing that Ashlan had took his prize trophy.. Marish...a woman, whom he had often desires.
"Marish...the real prize which you have already lost. A challenge which was unfinished..."trails Dhaleya with an evil smirk on her luscious lips. "I can show you....things, beyond your imagination." exclaimed Dhaleya as she open up her palms...and to Aden's amazement....a fireball crystals form...from it...and the image which was portrays to him...was an evil sick plan which will bring the downfall of Ashlan...once and for all. Aden's eyes widen....with a trace of evil smile on his intense features.
"This trade delegations...it seems so sudden." utters Marish, as she watches her husband busy packing up his belongings into his case.
"Marish, this won't take long. I promised." said Ashlan, as he gently caress Marish's hair off from her eyes. Marish remains silent, but the worridness was clearly written, on her angelic features. "Marish, hey..I'll be all right." utters Ashlan, as he looks lovingly towards his beloved wife. Marish nods her head, as she lay her head on his chest and held on to Ashlan with all her might. Ashlan begins to sense some darkness notion brewing inside his thoughts, but soon, he decides to brush it off....cause he knew, those were the devil's works, of wanting to instill some fear in his soul.
It has been almost three days, since Ashlan has been away from her...and Marish begins to feel some strong sense of fear and anxiety inside her soul. She looks at the beautiful, silvery anklet which Ashlan had presented her as their wedding gift. Upon seeing that, Marish heart begins to remain calm and the anxiety soon miraculously gone from her heart. Suddenly, her daze was startle by a knocking of the door. Marish stood up from her bed, and headed towards the door, only to find a mystical woman standing in front of the door. Even before Marish, could utter a single word, suddenly....she felt some lightness in her head...but her breathing started to get heavy. In just in a spilt second, she fall...unconscious right beneath Dhaleya's feet.
Marish, finally regains back her conscious only to find herself being tied up....and to her horror, she was kept imprisonment under Aden's command. She widen up her eyes, as she tries to locate herself and from the sight of it..she was kept in his room. Marish struggles with all her might, but the chain which had been cuffed around her wrist, had cause unimaginable pain onto them. Marish trembles and tears of terror stream down on her face...as she realised Aden's presence was there all along.
"I have been waiting for this, for a long......time." cried Aden coldly, with a sick smile on his dark intense features. And without mercy, he terrorized and brutalised her....taking away her pride and honour. Marish felt helpless....her deafening scream and pleading, was like a music to Aden's ear...and suddenly she became light and numb...as Ashlan, came into her mind...as her eyelashes flicker several times..her breathing becomes weak and shallow...."Ashlan." the last word that came out from her last breath. Aden, soon realised that Marish was lifeless...! He dressed himself up, with a smile of contentment on his face, as he called for his personal guards to threw Marish dead body into the cold, dark ocean.
"I don't belief, Marish could have betray me this way." utters Ashlan, with full of disappointment and anger in his voice.
"I can't blame her, for keeping a man behind your back...cause you have been forsaking her for quite sometime now." exclaimed Aden with a smirk.
"No....I know Marish..! She's not like what you think!" protested Ashlan, as he hit his fists onto the side table of Aden's room.
"Then, where is she now?" asked Aden in a mocking way.
Ashlan, becomes speechless as he hung his head low....focusing onto the shiny marble floor...when suddenly something had caught his eyes. Ashlan stoop down and took the anklet which he knew...this anklet belongs to his beloved Marish. And from the look of that anklet, it tells him all, the pain and suffering which she had to endure under Aden's captivity. With tears of anger, hatred and revenge form in his eyes, he turns to face Aden's panic shrieking face, that had suddenly turns pale with cold sweat forming on his head.
"Tell me, what have you done to my Marish?" yelled Ashlan...and without second thoughts, he drew out his sword and drove it right through Aden's heart. Aden stumble and struggle in pain, as massive amount of blood gushed out from his darkened heart...and like a rotting soul, Aden gave out his last breath of agonizing moan....and dies. Deafening thunders and significant lightning soon sets in..as Kherash turns to darkness, a massive and merciless storm falls on Kherash. Suddenly, there was a sinister laughed and Ashlan could recognized that voice.
"At last, Kherash is mine. And the curse will be yours forever. All of you...are fools to fall under my feet. The reason why I have choosen you over Aden...simple...because of your weakness....your ill fated wife Marish. I know, what both of you had desired....the love which you had felt for her..and the lust which Aden had been craving out from her.....! Marish, such a sweet innocent girl, had chosen you and managed to fight Aden's fiery desire. But at last, revenge had overcome you, for the death of your wife. And triump I had gained as....Kherash has fallen into my hands......your soul is mine...and a beast you had becomes for drewing out a drop of blood, from your sword." laughed Dhaleya sinisterly.
"You witch!" yelled Ashlan as he took his sword and decides to slain her....but the piercing pain was taking his toll and courage. Ashlan threw his sword in horror....and with Marish anklet still in his palms. he ran out of the palace....headed towards the dark lands of the thick forest." Ezekiel. place the bookmark again with tears in his eyes....as he could almost feel the real sheering pain of Ashlan...to loose his heart...his Marish....and to loose himself....his soul.
"If Ashlan was not kept in the dark, about the curse that might befall him..for taking Aden's soul....will he still drew out his sword and slain Aden with it....despite knowing, what cruelty acts...Aden had done to his beloved Marish?" asked Ezekiel to himself. "Is there hope to all this?" thought Ezekiel to himself again as he looks into his long standing mirror and stare blankly towards his own reflection.
"Being pushed into this kind of situation, where you need to sacrificed the one that you had always love...it hurts." thought Ezekiel to himself again, as he relates his own current dilemma, of seeing his grandma departing herself away from him....it seems that his grandma had crucify her own self, by letting her precious Ezekiel....the spirit to her soul...by pushing him away from her life....so that Ezekiel could soar up further, towards the colourful rainbows of hopes and dreams. "I can't lose her....I can never leave my grandma feeling dejected and remorseful due to all this." utters Ezekiel again. "And Yasmeen...? I can't depart myself away from her either." a sudden thought of Yasmeen came inside his mind, just like a bolt of flashing eminent lightness...of his soul..."Was it love?" smile Ezekiel to himself. Ezekiel hearts begins to swell with this amazing new found pleasure..!
Suddenly, Ezekiel daze was startle when he heard a loud crash of a broken glass and a thud. Ezekiel panics and dashed out from his room...and there, he saw his grandmother lay unconscious on the cemented floor of their home together with Oasis's smashed bowl by her side. From the stool, which was place right beside her, it shows that his grandma had intended to get the old photo albu,m from the upper shelf of the mantle place, but she must have missed her footing and fell backwards onto the floor instead, pulling Oasis bowl along with her as she fell.
"Grandma!" cried Ezekiel, as he ran towards her, and fear came upon his thoughts as he saw blood drools out from his grandma's ear's and nose. Oasis was seems to be alive, as it begins to crawl and then hide itself within his shell. Without wasting any more seconds, Ezekiel took Oasis and place it inside an empty mug and then, he came closer towards his grandma and tearfully call her out again...but his grandma remains motionless.....she's gone. Part of his soul has been taken away from him, as he began to wept sorrowfully. Creeping agonizing pain of a hurting beast...slowly emerge itself....weakening his soul...his courage.
It has been almost a week now, since his grandma has passed away, leaving Ezekiel hanging on to a tread with no hope and courage to set his mind straight again. The heavy guilt, which he had to bare, was definitely killing his spirit, to carry on with his life again. The terrible argument which he had with his grandma, before she had met her final fate, keeps on ringing in his head...making him feel sick to the core. If only he could just retreat back the time...to set things straight again, none of this might have happened. To Ezekiel perspective, he felt certain, his grandma must be feeling too rejected and heartbroken due to his rudeness towards her. Eva had decides to stay on with Ezekiel, until he was ready to move on with his new life in States...however, Ezekiel still remained unmoved with his mum's sweet promises of glory and wealth...of been part of her life. "A witch." a name which he had secretly been calling her.
Each time after school, Yasmeen will often come over to his late grandma's apartment...just to keep him feel a life again. It pains her, seeing Ezekiel, from a jovial and humorous guy...has turn to someone with so much anger and hatred of being himself.
"This guilt is changing me...I can no longer being me." utters Ezekiel feeling remorseful about himself.
"Eze, no one could actually expect what our future and fate lies next ahead of us...we can never predict life..this is all the works of the hands of God." console Yasmeen as she sat close next to him with her hands on his lap.
"No, I've killed her....with my words...my attitude." exclaimed Ezekiel sorrowfully. "I'm just like my father...and how I hated myself, just being him." rants Ezekiel again.
"Look at me." utters Yasmeen, as she held Ezekiel's tearful face and look him straight in his eyes. "Throughout our relationship, have you ever once......try to hurt me?" asked Yasmeen, with tears of hope and courage in her eyes. Ezekiel, remains silent in a while, but he held out his hands and brings Yasmeen's palm close towards his heart.
Back to school, after for almost two weeks of missing lessons, was such a great challenge for Ezekiel to catch up with all his missed classes. But, being born with a super gifted brain, so it was sure pure leisure, of absorbing all those missing notes and lectures...just like a sponge. Ezekiel is back to being himself again...chirpy and comically weird, with his own sense of colourful humour, which only Yasmeen could understands. And seeing how they had both giggles between themselves....sharing drinks and chips...does tells it all...love binds the impossibilities, into something possible. Being with Yasmeen, does makes him feel normal...therefore all those intuition of that being the other 'him' slips away from his demons soul.
"Hey, gay boy?" shouted Bashir, spitefully towards Ezekiel when he saw Ezekiel and Yasmeen, walking hand in hand, pass over him. Yasmeen held on to Ezekiel's hand with all her might...but to her surprised Ezekiel smile charmingly, ignoring those spiteful remarks from Bashir....a great insult to Bashir's sickening ego. "I heard a lot of sweet things about you...!" continues Bashir...as he tries to create some disturbing thoughts on Ezekiel. His uncivilised friends, was laughing their heads off..upon hearing those remarks from their ring leader. "Your silly crushes on our science lecturer....and not forgetting on some of our senior boys here....am I right Yasmeen?" cried Bashir, as he continue to enjoy...insulting Ezekiel's pride. Suddenly, Ezekiel stood froze on the ground, as he slowly turns his attention towards Yasmeen.....who becomes to feel uneasy and upset about all this tormenting words. "And the best part of it, you don't even know, what you really made off...male, female...or BOTH!" cried Bashir, as he and his friends laughed haughtily. Ezekiel could not believe, with what he had just heard. Those are the dark little secrets which he had shared with Yasmeen.....a swore that she had given to him, that...all those details will be safely kept hidden inside her soul.
"Eze..!" utters Yasmeen tearfully. "I didn't meant to...!"
"I trusted you. How could you betray me?" cried Ezekiel....with darkened anger written in his eyes.
"Eze...those were your past...I know, you have change...you are normal. Please stop listening to them." wept Yasmeen, cause she knew...her relationship with Ezekiel was at stake now.With tears of betrayed and battered by Yasmeen’s mistakes, Ezekiel slowly pulls his hands away from her and walks away from her side, with his back turn against her. Yasmeen called out for his name frantically, but Ezekiel continue with his pace…ignoring her cry for forgiveness and mercy.
Bashir, took this chance and roughly pulls Yasmeen by his side, with a mocking laughed. “Let me handle you, since your stupid gay friend couldn’t” cried Bashir as he forcefully drags her towards his car, with his other bands of uncivilized mates laughing hysterically, enjoying their moment of their own stupidity acts.
“Keep your hands off me, you crazy bastard!” yelled Yasmeen fearfully. “Eze…!” she yelled again fearfully, as she was roughly, pushed inside the back of his car.
Ezekiel heard her screamed. He stopped his pace abruptly, as he clenched both his fists in anger…with fiery and tense looks portrays on his boyish features. Ezekiel, quicken his steps, as he walk pass Bashir’s hooligans mates and walk straight towards the car. Without thinking another thoughts, he pulls Bashir out from that vehicle, tugging the collar of his shirt roughly and pushed him onto the ground. His other mates becomes to get interest in this…as they claps their hands and whistle in a spiteful manner. Bashir stood up from the ground, with a sinister smirk on his face….! Ezekiel saw the fear and terror look in Yasmeen’s eyes as, Bashir had definitely tries to go beyond the line…of dishonoring her.
"Do something you bunch of fools, don't just stand there." ordered Bashir in a fit of anger.
And soon, Bashir's hooligan mates begin to round up Ezekiel, with Yasmeen frantically tries to sort out this mess, as she screamed towards Bashir to let it all rest, but her message was not been heard, as Bashir's uncivilised tribe mates, begins to show their brainless talents of terrorizing Ezekiel's spirit. Two of them forcefully tugged Ezekiel's arms and this had definitely cause some difficulties for Ezekiel to manoeuvre and defend himself. Just like an easy prey for these pack of hungry hyenas, the rest of them including Bashir, begins to beat Ezekiel, leaving him to bleed and bruise due to the impact of their brutality acts. After they had felt content with their horrific misdeeds, they pushed him roughly onto the rough sandy ground and leave him to moan and grimace in pain.
"Eze..!" cried Yasmeen tearfully, as she came closer towards him and stoop down to help him up. Betrayed, battered and bruised were clearly written in his doe eyes. The pain wasn't so much on the physical injury, but the real wound which he had endured and felt was more, on how Yasmeen had actually betrayed his trust . Those dark little secrets, which he had shared casually with her, has become the main topic for her conversation with Bashir. Ezekiel felt his pride and esteem has been cruelly crushed and taken away by Yasmeen.....the girl, whom he had almost given his heart to.
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