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Chapter 21

A/N: If you feel disturbed while reading this, please skip! Your health and comfort is important!

“Tears in the night”

The Blazing Virginian sun rose high, casting a fiery light that painted the horizon in hues of gold and orange, as if nature itself was ablaze with the morning's arrival.

Al’Balsm area is a uninhabited place. Not because it is not fitting for living but it was told by Sire Aham himself not inhabit this beautiful and enchanting place. He fears that people would ruined it with their carelessness and greed.

Al’Balsm is gorgeous, enchanting place and considered by many a slice of heaven itself; beneath a cerulean sky, Tall grass swayed in a gentle dance, their emerald peaks kissed by the golden light of the sun. Wildflowers dot the landscape like vibrant jewels, painting the meadow in a riot of colours - amethyst purples, buttery yellows, and ruby reds.

The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth, a fragrant embrace that lingered in the breeze. In this tranquil haven, time seems to stand still, and the worries of the world fade away amidst the beauty and serenity of the meadow.

And the Virignian singing flowers, a type of indigenous flower to Virginians, Beautiful and unique flowers and they only grow in Al’Balsm area. They are known to dance around by the swift and gentle breeze, when they do, they produce beautiful sounds that are akin to lullabies and melodies; to anyone within earshot who cared to listen.

In the blink of an eye, A shepherd and her flock emerged in the vicinity. Aliyaa's face lit up with a smile as she gestured towards the meadow, and the sheep eagerly trailed behind her, delighting in the opportunity to graze on the lush, emerald-green grass.

Aliyaa, The beautiful daughter of Hadi and Farrah Aepel, She became an astonishingly wise and beautiful woman as she grew up. She meticulously and bashfully helped in herding the sheep of her father in this wide and greenery meadow of Al’Blasm area; a beautiful green and wide area near their city.

Aliyaa, She was beauty given flesh, known by the town people as ‘the desert beauty’ she has an innocent face with her doe-eyed signature look, her skin is fair — smooth and flawless skin that even the blazing sun of Virginia couldn’t damage it, and wavy hair as black as night that hung past her backside in slightly loose twisted locks. She wore a long brown dress trimmed with golden silk and sequins, it is elegant and accentuated her curves very well, and a head veil that was hung on atop of her crown.

Aliyaa caught the eyes of many men but she was ignorant of the fact that she caught Mr Peitz’s attention: Her father’s best friend. He admires her alot, and he has feelings for her despite the age gap; feelings that are unholy such as: lust.

Mr Peitz, as majority of men, has feelings for a woman that is young enough to be his daughter. And what’s even worse; she is his best friend daughter.

He was observing her as she worked with feeding the sheep, she was singing as she did her work. He even continued to glance at her when she started to clean their sheepskin.

His eyes sparkled with admiration for her. He always tell himself that she is the one for him. As much as it is troublesome and worrying for a man to be in love with a very young woman, to him love has no age or limitations, Perhaps, that is the reason why Hadi Aepel feel the ‘bad vibes’ whenever he is around him.

He hummed with happiness when he noticed she got up and started to adjusted her dress from the rub the wool away from her clothes.

Mr Peitz is a fine looking man, 5 feet tall and 7 inches. He has a smooth ivory skin that is slightly dotted with dark spots, semi-muscular body. and his mysterious, alluring absinthe-green eyes added a flair to his handsome look. He has his blonde hair that is streaked with brown highlights in a tapered sides hairstyle.

He wore a white and yellow shepherd robes, along with snake-skin leather belt and pointed, Arabian moorish mughal shoes.

He is always handsome and stylish; In fact, the most stylish and handsome men always hide a dark secret beneath their handsome fącade.

Mr Peitz tried his hardest to control himself. He is fighting his own demons. he doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with her father, nor his reputation as a respected man of the high-Virginian council. Part of him doesn’t care about what’ll people say about him or even judge him. He wants his taboo fantasy with Aliyaa to be out in the open, And the other part of him cares about his reputation and his status.

It is such a cruel thing when a human is torn between two things.

Luckily, Aliyaa finished from herding her sheeps. She walked them towards the barn and they quickly rushed inside it. Mr Peitz mentally kicked himself for letting her go before even saying hello or talking to her.

Under the vast expanse of the cerulean sky, Aliyaa's footsteps echoed softly against the earth as she made her way towards the edge of their tribe's land. The scent of pine and earth mingled in the crisp air, a familiar fragrance that whispered of home. As she approached the clearing, the rustle of leaves and the crackle of branches signaled the presence of her best friends, Emily and Blake, engaged in their shared passion for hunting.

As Aliyaa drew closer, a mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, a playful, happy glint in her eyes as she interrupted their conversation. With a lighthearted greeting, she approached her friends, the warmth of their camaraderie enveloping her like a familiar embrace; The air around them was permeated with a sense of ease and familiarity, the kind that comes only from shared histories and unbreakable bonds.

Emily, with her ebony long hair cascading down her back like a flowy banner of war, stood poised with a bow in hand, her keen eyes scanning the surrounding forest for any forest creature that dared to attack her. Next to her, Blake, tall and sturdy, exuded a quiet strength as he prepared his arrows, his focus unwavering as he honed in on their target. The hunt was both a source of sustenance and amusement for the trio, a cherished tradition that bound them together in a bond forged through shared experiences.

Aliyaa gently grinned as she tilted her head and greeted Blake. Emily’s companion, and perhaps lover. Blake, a man of striking physical appearance, possesses a complexion reminiscent of cream, exhibiting flawlessness in his skin tone. His dark locks resemble the depth of midnight, trimmed into a neatly combed style that enhances his overall demeanor. His eyes, a shade of grey akin to stormy skies, shimmer with a mischievous and sarcastic quality, encapsulating an aura that speaks to his personality. Adorned in a brown vest and pants complemented by a variety of vests in contrasting colors, his attire gives him the appearance of a rogue or bandit, adding a certain allure to his already captivating presence.

In that fleeting moment of embrace, Aliyaa found herself immersed in a chorus of joy and contentment. The soothing laughter and banter of her friends filled the air, like the most melodious of harmonies; the company they offered bringing respite to her weary soul. Emily and Blake, two true Virginians, had discovered Aliyaa whilst she working as a shepherd, and had shown her the kindness and respect that is inherent in those from this fair land. Now, the trio stood by the Silveglade River, watching the majestic descent of the sun in reverent silence; the 'Great Provider’ to the Virginians

“We should head back to the city,” Emily suggested as she adjusted her bow.

“Agreed.” Aliyaa and Blake said in unison.

Rocks jutted from the ground like the jagged teeth of some slumbering beast, as though the earth itself bore the scars of timeless struggles. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, haunting call of distant creatures hidden among the underbrush, their cries reverberating through the stillness like echoes from underworld. Aliyaa, Blake and Emily quickly readied their weapons in case creatures attacked. But thankfully, no creatures had come in their way — unless if they were foolish enough to take on experienced, armoured Virginians like them. For the rest of their journey, They were meandering around the fair, enchanted forest in peace and unbothered by any disturbances.

Of all the races in this world, none were fiercer or more formidable than the Virginians. They possessed knowledge and magical powers so great, that no creature, be it known or unknown, dared to even think of challenging them. Sire Aham, in His infinite wisdom and favour, had given them these gifts, which set them apart and above any other races that walked upon this planet.

The jagged roads twisted like vines through the dense thicket, their way marked by gnarled roots that erupted from the earth, clawing at their ankles and nearly tripping them. Overhead, the vast forest canopy loomed like a magical startlit sky, bespeaking secrets of age-old wonders that lingered amongst the rustling leaves. The branches intertwined overhead, casting faint shadows that danced and plummeted in the fleeting light, Like a mirage conjured by the forest’s own colourful whim.

It only took little time for them to reach the Al’Jahra town. A place where people enjoyed life in the fullest. The walls of the vibrant city were suffused with the golden glow of the morning sun, giving the aged stones a warm, sun-kissed hue. The trees that lined the broad streets of the city shimmered and swayed in the soft breeze, their leaves casting dancing shadows upon the cobblestones. The citizens bustled about their day with a vibrant energy, their laughter and chatter filling the air like a symphony of contentment. It was a city that thrived and hummed with a joy for life, a testament to the resilience and spirit of its people.

After they exchanging farewells, Emily, Blake, and Aliyaa decided to part ways and headed home. Each of them was looking forward to some much-needed rest after a long and exhausting day.

Hadi Aepel laid on his bed tiredly, he coughed as he straightened himself up to drink the tea his sister, Novelyn made for him. His hand shook terribly as he tried to hold the cup. He finally managed to take a sip from it. It tasted weird and sour like the usual.

Unbeknownst to him, his beloved sister watched from the shadows, she smiled insidiously as she glanced at him, She had convinced herself that sacrificing her brother's life was the only way to save her son, blinded by a mother's love and consumed by her own hatred.

As Novelyn concocted her deadly plan, she carefully mixed a tasteless and odorless poison into her brother's favourite morning tea, a brew he never suspected could harbor such treachery. With each sip, the toxic liquid slipped down his throat, leaving no trace of its presence as it began its insidious work.

Doubts and uncertainty were gnawing at his consciousness. He always had visions and dreams of his sister placing something in his tea. One time, he dreamed of her pouring a black liquid in his tea then she handed it to him. and other times he dreamed. She smiled wickedly at him while he was drinking the tea. As if she is making sure that he is drinking the tea.

Night after night, Hadi’s dreams were plagued by haunting visions of his sister's betrayal, a warning from his subconscious that he could not decipher. Yet, in his waking hours, he dismissed these visions as mere figments of an overactive imagination, unable to fathom the depths of his sister's deception.

As the days passed, the poison began to take its toll on the brother's health, sapping his strength and clouding his mind with a fog of confusion. He grew increasingly ill, unable to understand the cause of his sudden decline as his sister feigned concern, playing the part of the doting family member with chilling precision.

Despite his failing health and the nagging doubts that whispered at the edges of his consciousness, the brother remained steadfast in his loyalty to his sister, unable to accept the horrifying truth that lay hidden beneath her caring facade. And as his life hung in the balance, only time would reveal the depths of her deception and the tragic consequences of her desperate act.

Hadi weakly glanced up and saw Aliyaa only a few feet away. She was tearing her eyes out, with unstoppable tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at him, witnessing his life essence slowly fading away.

“Daddy!” She cried as she came running to him. She wholeheartedly hugged him and sobbed in his embrace.

Hadi smiled weakly as he hardly raised his hand up. “Aliyaa, p.. pl.. please take my hand,” He croaked.

She quickly hold his hand, As if her holding his hands will make the pain goes away, as if it was a comforting and a soothing balm in his already tired soul.

She pleadingly glanced at him, Hoping beyond hope that he can fight back. She hoped that her touch could chase away the ache that tormented him. She is dreadfully afraid of losing him, Her rock and her guide in this world.

Hadi smiled weakly at her, he coughed out darkish-red blood, and it stained his clothes. He felt light, he could feel everything running out of him, he knew he is dying; he felt light, clear and his time is running out. He coughed again blood as he looked at Aliyaa momentarily, he wished he can wipes her tears but he is too weak to move a muscle. instead he looked above—at the ceiling. He saw a great line of light.

He smiled at that — great light, holy, pure and beautiful. Too magnificent to describe in mere words, and only, the purest of souls can see it when it’s their time to leave this world. So beautiful and magnificent! He thought.

Aliyaa knew that he hasn’t much to live, that’s why she started to bawled even harder while looking at him, but she knew that good souls see angels and magnificent light-creatures in their final moments.

“P..Please daddy, fight it! Don’t leave me alone!” Aliyaa begged, with tears streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall.

Hadi coughed again. He glanced at her and smiled. “Y-you……have your mother, your grandparents and my brother,” He calmly responded.

After that, Hadi weakly raised his hand up, as if to touch something unseen, He grinned weakly as he touched the light — the light that seemed to shine from heaven itself, He chuckled weakly as he felt it on his weak hand. He revelled for a few moments as he felt the light flow through him, and he was contemplating his words, his final words to say to his daughter. While he was thinking about what to say, He died.

His hand fell to his chest as soon as he raised it to feel the light. He closed his eyes as his faced turned to the other way. Aliyaa cried as she threw herself on his chest and began to bawl again, He went peacefully away.

She began to lament bitterly, shaking her father in a vain attempt to stir him from his slumber. Yet, she knew all too well that it was in vain, He had been laid cold and still, beyond the reach of her tremulous entreaties. He would not return, never to awaken from the deep, eternal sleep that had snatched him away from her.

For long moments that seemed like an eternity, she paused her pitiful wailing. Her eyes, red from weeping, looked upon her father's lifeless form. Gradually, she let go of his cold, rigid hands and slowly accepted the bitter truth that he was gone and would never come back for her. With a final, deep, labored breath, the painful lump in her throat finally dissolved.

As she stared at her Father's lifeless form, she finally accepted the sad reality of life. She came to understand that death was inevitable, and that no one could escape its grasp. Looking back on their time together — she was grateful that she had treasured each moment they had shared. From the day she was born to the day he passed away, she remembered vividly the joyous times they spent together. Whether it was tending to the sheep or enjoying meals at a fine inn.

Pain still lingers in her tormented heart and soul. It is that cruel and ugly feeling that people despise the most. A feeling every creature hate, It is the enemy of joy and life itself. She looked once again at her Father’s corpse. It is still painful, she lost the only person who cared about her. She already missed him; and she missed those joyful moments. She wants it back, she wants her father back. And, how she’d do anything to have them all back.

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