GonBor- A Gonca hatun and Boran alp story

A Raid

Boran alp P.O.V  (This chapter will just be in his perspective)

Osman Bey was invited by Umur Bey to his tribe to try and end the hostility between them. But, when he got there, Umur Bey wasn't even there. Osman Bey left quickly, Umur Bey's absence a clear sign of disrespect. Only a couple of minutes after we had reached our tribe, an alp came from Umur Bey's tribe. "Osman Bey, Mongols... they attacked our tribe."

We race to the tribe and the sight is an unsettling one. The tribe I saw just this morning is gone and in its place... ash, smoke, corpses. We slowly get down from our horses, taking in the horrific sight. Everything I saw that day when Aylah died, multiplying. Bright white tents were buried under black ash. Men, women, and even small children lay dead on the floor. 

I want to close my eyes, get out of here, but I can't seem to. A foul, burning stench fills the air as we find Malhun hatun helping the injured. "Alplar, go look around, help anyone who needs it." Osman Bey says quietly and we all split up, walking separate ways. I walk in between two collapsed tents when a small girl crawls out from one of the tents, and behind her, and a slightly older boy.

I slowly go over to them, as not to startle them. The older boy walks with a limp, and blood drips from his sleeve. The little girl seemed otherwise unharmed, but they were both covered in ash. I kneel in front of them, "What are your names?" I ask and it's the boy who speaks, "My name is Yigit, this is my sister Zehra." The boy is heavily injured, but his face is blank and his voice steady. "How old are you?" "I'm 9 and Zehra is 4." I nod, "My name is Boran alp, from Kayi. Come with me, I'll help you, okay?" 

The boy nods and grabs his sister's hand as he takes a step forward, I stop him. "You're hurt, let me carry you," I say, but the boy shakes his head. "I don't need help," I sigh and set a hand on his shoulder, leading them back to everyone else. As Yigit walked, blood dripped from his arm and leg, but his face remained void of pain. 'What happened to you?' I think as we reach the area where people were being treated.

I pull a water pouch, some bandages, and a toy horse from my saddlebag. The toy horse was something my father had given me, I kept it in my bag as a memory. I give the toy to Zehra, who immediately starts playing with it in the grass. I turn the Yigit and work on cleaning his wounds. As I cleaned the wounds, he didn't flinch and it made my heartache. 'What had happened to this poor boy?'

After I bandage his wounds, Yigit leans against a cart and soon falls asleep. I turn to Zehra, wetting a cloth and cleaning her hands and face. "What do you like to do, Zehra?" I ask in a lighter voice, "I like to play with my Abi." She replies and I nod, "Yigit?" "No, my other Abi!" Zehra says as she trots the horse around on the grass. "How many brothers do you have, Zehra?" "Three!" She says, showing me 4 fingers, then she looks at her hand and puts one finger down, showing me three.

I chuckle, and Zehra continues to talk. "Yigit Abi and Ali Abi look the same, they are both 9! I also have Suleyman Abi, he's my big big brother!" I nod enthusiastically, "Who is your favorite Abi?" I ask, pretending to whisper, and Zehra giggles, looking back to make sure Yigit isn't listening. "Suleyman Abi!" 

Soon I get up after getting Cerkutay to keep the girl company. I walk over to Osman Bey, "Bey?" Osman Bey nods indicating for me to speak, "That boy, Yigit." I say gesturing to him, "Bey, when I cleaned his cuts he didn't even flinch." Osman looks at me, his brow furrowing and I continue. "He had a gash in his arm and leg that were dripping blood, but he walked here on his own. He didn't let me help him and there was no pain on his face." "Did you talk to him, Boran?" I shake my head, "I talked to his sister, Yigit has a twin brother Ali, and they have an older brother named Suleyman." 

A young man in alp clothing stumbles toward us, he didn't seem more than 20 years old. The people seem to recognize him, "Suleyman Alp!" One young woman's voice rang out higher than the rest, "Suleyman?" We hold him as he collapses to the ground, and the woman rushes to his side, grasping his hand. "Abi?" A quiet voice asks and I look up, Yigit. Suleyman looks up at him, "Yigit, Yigit'm. My brave brother, I need you to do something for me, okay?" Yigit nods.

"Take care of Zehra, She's your responsibility. Don't let anyone hurt her, promise?" "I promise, Abi," Yigit replies firmly, his face still void of emotion. Suleyman turns his head to the woman, "Z-Zeyneb...I love you a-and I'm sorry." He says as his body shakes and he takes a staggering breath, "Please don't leave me, Suleyman." She cries, but Suleyman shakes his head, looking up at the sky. He takes a deep breath and recites his shahada. His head drops to the side and his eyes glaze over. I clench my eyes shut.

Yigit turns and runs away, "Boran, go after him," Osman Bey says quietly and I nod. I run after Yigit and I find him still walking away. I catch up to him and gently set a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, hey, it's okay. Do you want to talk?" Yigit spins around, snapping at me, "Do I want to talk? Want to talk about how my idiot of a twin brother got himself killed?!" He yells, facing me as his fists clench at his side. 

"I told him! I told him not to try and act like a hero, I told him he can't go and die like the men in the stories! I told him! But no, he had to go and fight! He said, "No, Yigit we can't just hide, we have to fight. Sultan Melikshah conquered a castle when he was 8, I will fight just like he did!" Tears start to stream down his face and blood begins to drip again from his wounds. 

"I saw it! I watched him get stabbed through the stomach! I watched those cruel men hurt him, I watched him fall! We always fought, but he's my brother! I watched him die!" I take a step towards him, as he yelled, 'He's losing too much blood.' "And Suleyman Abi, always the brave one, the pride of our father. He was supposed to get married tomorrow! He was only 19!" His legs give out and I catch him as he falls.

I let him cry into my shoulder as I carry him back to the group. I look over to where Zehra was, thankful that Cerkutay kept her distracted and away from her elder brother's body. I sit, holding Yigit as they retreat his wounds. I squeeze my eyes shut, 'I will make those cruel monsters pay.'

A/N: ...What is wrong with me? I just took a depressing scene where half the tribe dies and made it 10 times more depressing. I'm probably gonna keep Yigit and Zehra around, but do you guys want them to go to the Kayi tribe or stay at Umur Bey's tribe?

Jummah Mubarak, and have a great day!