𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔀

Play of Cruelty

Trigger Warning: Attempt to Murder, Murder, Blood and Violence.

Fergana stood in his room, tying to keep in his tears as he stared at himself in the mirror. Sorrowful expression, all black and gloomy eyes was all he could describe of himself. He spotted his sister behind him, she was no different in terms of current condition. She took few steps closer, resting a hand on his shoulder to consule him. 'I know I am not allowed to cry, but I am still allowed to miss— him, right?' Fergana asked, teary eyed and voice cracking. 'His memories should be what makes us stronger'. Khanzada uttered. The distraught emotion still hung in the air, the present being their father's funeral.

Soon steps could be heard, the weight of them signified who it was. It was Aisan. She stood wordless to the siblings comforting each other. A loud tap of her foot got the two to look back at her, realizing it was time for the funeral procession to begin. Khanzada held her brother's hand and took him with her, as Aisan went ahead of them. What hurt more was the fact Fergana would have to lead the procession while Khanzada could only watch for a short period of time. She knew her brother was not in the right state to lead the funeral procession of their father, all on his own.

As one watched, the boy walked calmly yet internally on the verge of hysterics. Wishing he'd never have to see this day yet coming face to face with it at such a young age supposed to be filled with joy of freedom. Everything fell apart ever so quickly, before none could imagine such events in nightmares. The latter walked around the casket of his father, holding back the tears by a narrow string of unlasting patience. 'Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow' whispered Khanzada from above. Wishing she could hug her baby brother, make him feel better. She couldn't, unfortunately.

Inside the walls of the fort was filled with sorrow, entering the fort was another death to follow.

While the funeral carried on inside, an intruder made their way in. With bow in hand and arrows on their back, ready to make the risky move. Security would surround the young prince but remained unable to completely protect him.

By the time the intruder found a safe spot to shoot from, the crowd stood in the sun as the former king was buried. Fergana closed his eyes in hopes from waking up to his old reality. Yet, unluckily for him, nothing happened. He was still in the present but not the past. As he opened his eyes a black line went through, only to see it was an arrow that shot the man besides him.

Panick set in within seconds of the blood spewing onto the ground. Fergana looked around in worried confusion, why him? What crime had the latter commit for all these to occur so suddenly at the drop of a single tear. He couldn't help the single tear, knowing fully well he was disobeying his grandmother's orders. All he wanted to do now was to hug his sister for comfort, but couldn't do that either. The intruder left another burden on his back and left, knowing the consequences of they had just done. Fergana's father was dead and so was another man, death after death followed the poor boy.

He was rushed back into the palace, but all he hoped for was to see his sister. Although the one above didn't seem to give him that great of luck, they gave him the chance to get a hug from Khanzada. She ran towards him and wrapped him in a protective hug, being a few inches taller than him.

(This will be left incomplete at this point. Next chapter contains my A/U. If anyone wishes to remake this book, you may without credit.)