The Desert Alpha's Mate

CHAPTER 23-A GLIMPSE OF THE PAST

Blood, there's blood everywhere. Wherever her eyes landed, a gory scene of m*rder and m*ssacre was all she could see. The screams of agony and helplessness slowly faded. The bodies were piled in heaps. Children, women, men, young and old. No one could be identified anymore. The stench of a metallic tang permeated the air. She let out a scream when she saw a severed head of a child, but not a sound came out of her throat. Its eyes were staring blankly at her. She gagged at the site. She put her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from puking. Her eyes stung because of it, a tear escaped from them.

She continued walking, trudging carefully, and tried her best not to step on the bodies. In the distance, she saw a figure, a small figure at the top of the highest heap of bodies. Her pace quickened, and she tried to scream again, trying to warn the figure of the danger on the ground. But still, there was no sound coming out of her mouth. As she reached the bottom of the heap and looked up at the figure, her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. 'It couldn't be,' she thought.

The figure was a boy, merely twelve based on his look. But his body was already well toned. In his hand he held a sword, it was dripping with blood. The boy and his armor were soaked with red liquid, but a gleam of happiness was evident in his eyes. He smiled triumphantly and shouted, "Woohoo! We won! Did you see that Abdul? You saw me right? No lowly Kieran can beat me!"

That's when she noticed another young boy at the foot of the heap. He looked younger than the other boy at the top of the heap. 'That must be Abdul,' she thought.

"Woohoo! Haha! Kieran, you should have surrendered to us, but now look at what you have done. Because of your King's stubbornness, you are all corpses at my feet," the boy at the top of the heap shouted again.

"B-brother, let's get out of here," she heard a small voice coming from the boy at the bottom."I-I d-don't like it here," he stuttered. The boy at the top of the heap went down and faced his brother.

"You should straighten your posture and don't let our father see you shaking. Compose yourself, Abdul, or you will be beaten again," the older boy said to his brother in a firm voice.

"B-but, I don't like it here, the b-bodies," the younger boy said.

Eleanor's eyes were going back and forth between the two boys. While they were talking, she remained silent. Listening intently to every word they said.

"They are all dead, we both killed them. They can't touch you, because they are dead. And even if they are awakened again, we can kill them again, together." the older boy said to his brother.

She gasped and shivered when the older boy spoke like that. He speaks of death with no remorse. Oddly, they didn't seem bothered by the sound she made. They never glanced in her direction. Before the younger boy could answer, the sound of hooves was heard coming from a distance until it stopped near them. Her eyes darted to the man that was riding the horse. His presence stirred something in her. She could feel the darkness that surrounded him.

The two boys fell to their knees and bowed to greet the man that came down from the horse. "Father!" they said in unison.

She felt a powerful aura coming from the man that the two boys called father. The man swept his gaze over the scene. His eyes twinkled triumphantly and he smiled before he looked down at his sons.

"Well done, boys. Well done," he praised the two.

"B-but Father, I-is it necessary that even the children and the women-" the young boy stated, but before he could finish his sentence, a whack from a cane hit him.