GonBor- A Gonca hatun and Boran alp story

Survival and Revenge

Gonca Hatun P.O.V

Bala and I were working in the rug house, looking over some rugs that were going to be sold in Sogut. We checked the rugs to make sure they were of top quality to sell. Just as I was looking over the last of the rugs, the drums began to beat. "May it be good, Insha Allah," Bala says as we walk out of the rug house. I squinted, trying to see what was going on. I could make out a stretcher behind a horse, but couldn't see much more. "Someone's injured, Bala," I say, and Bala nods. "Let's go see who it is," we walk through the crowd of people, trying to get to the front. What I saw made my heart drop.

"Boran? Boran, w-who did this to you?" I take in the sight of him, his face bruised and covered in dirt. His clothes were bloodied and torn. "Aplar! Hurry, get him to the healing tent!" Bala yells and they carry Boran into the tent as I stood frozen. "Gonca, come. We have to help him." Bala says, rubbing my arm. I take a deep breath and nod. The healers prepare ointments and clean his wound as we heat iron to cauterize the wounds. Bala checks Boran's pulse as his face pales, "He's lost too much blood, we need to hurry. Gonca, go find some of these herbs outside the tribe, quickly." Bala orders and I nod taking off in a hurry. 'Allah, please heal him. Don't take my Boran away from me.'

(Fast forward- they've cauterized the wounds and they're just waiting for him to wake up)

I walk over to the bedside where Boran lays and gently take his hand in mine. "Boran'm please wake up. I need you, Boran." I kiss the knuckles of his scarred hand and move his open hair away from his face. Before I know it, I fall asleep, holding his hand.

Boran alp P.O.V

It's dark. Where am I? I try to force my eyes open and immediately light floods my vision. I find myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling of a tent. This isn't my tent, where am I? Suddenly memory of the last few days comes running into my head. Malhun Hatun... Erhan... Trap... Mongols... Osman Bey... captured... darkness. My body aches and when I try to move my leg, a sharp pain shoots up my body. I wince, 'Oh yeah, I forgot Mongols don't know how a one-on-one fight works.'  I feel a weight on my other hand and I turn my head, wishing for my blinding headache to go away. Gonca is asleep with her head on the table, holding my hand. My heart flutters as I carefully move my hand on top of her's, stroking her knuckles. 

Gonca slowly raises her head, "Boran?" She says sleepily, and I smile weakly. Gonca quickly looks around realizing whatever she saw wasn't part of a dream, and that I'm awake. Almost immediately, tears fell from her eyes. "I t-thought I was going to lose you." I bring my hand up to her face and brush her tears away with my thumb. "It's okay, Gonca'm. I'm okay." I say soothingly and Gonca brings her hand up against mine. I smile at her for a moment before painfully grimacing as my headache intensifies. "What's wrong, Boran?" Gonca asks worriedly. "My head hurts," I tell her as she puts a hand to my forehead. "You need to rest," Gonca says strictly and I keep my eyes open. She scowls at me jokingly, "Stop, go to sleep, Boran." I smile as Gonca keeps her hand over my eyes until I close them.

Goktug alp P.O.V

When I got to the sight of the attack, I was worried. I couldn't find Osman Bey and I couldn't see Boran. When Mongols attacked my patrol group, I realized it was a trap, but with so many of them, I couldn't get away. When I saw Boran, bruised and bloodied on the ground, I really thought I had lost him. But, he survived. I brought Boran back to the tribe and a little while later Osman Bey came back. "They did capture me, but I was able to get away. There were only a few soldiers, but they were planning to take me to Togay's camp." Osman Bey had told me. I sat and thought of all the things I heard about Togay as a Mongol. He was feared by everyone, even the great commanders of the Mongol army. 

Just then, Baysungur came inside. "Boran kardesh is awake, they moved him into his tent, so we can go see him now." I got up quickly, 'Thank god, he's okay.' I thought in relief as we all followed Baysungur to Boran's tent. We walked inside where Boran sat, propped up against some pillows. Boran grinned at us and I sat down next to him. I kind of wanted to hit him but wasn't sure how to do that without hurting him. After a moment of Boran talking, I slightly smacked him on the side of the head. "You scared us half to death, you idiot," I said, making the other alps half.

Boran just smirked at me, "I'm sorry. I will try not to almost die next time I'm surrounded by Mongols who don't know how a one-on-one fight works." I roll my eyes at him, of course, Boran would make jokes about him almost dying. "May I come in?" Osman Bey's voice comes from outside the tent and we let him. "Are you okay, Boran?" Osman asks him. "I'm fine, Bey, I'm fine," Boran says. Osman Bey tells us that Erhan had been a Mongol spy for quite some time. He got large sums of gold from Mongols and Byzantines, everything he did was for gold. "We will find him, and we will make him pay."

(Now for a little cutscene in Osman's P.O.V)

"Malhun Hatun, you keep telling me to find the traitor in my tribe when your closest alp had been working with our enemies! Your closest alp almost got my best friend killed!" I said, raising my voice. I called tribe to the border to be my allies, but my plans will never work if my allies keep messing up the plans. "Know this Malhun Hatun. I will get my revenge. Erhan will pay!"

A/N: Y'all didn't really think I would do that to Boran did you? It was pretty funny to read all those comments though. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and let me know if you want Erhan to cause more trouble, or do you just want him to die? If you want him to die, how do you want him to go out?  And No, Malhun will not turn into a good person in my story. I really don't like Malhun. Anyway thanks for reading! I will not have an update tomorrow as its Eid

Salaam and have a wonderful Eid with your family and friends!