𝕆𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕧𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕒 | T H E P U R E L O V E ・❥・

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4

     B A L A  H A T U N

I left Osman, I mean Osman Bey alone with his Alps to fight the stupid infidels. I felt bad now, for leaving him there, but he wanted me to go and I appreciate him for that. Now I was riding as fast as I could on the horse back home. Back home, the thought of it got butterflies in my stomach to see my father and my Gonca'm again. I thanked Osman Bey for helping me, may Allah bless him I said dreamily. Just then a cursed arrow shot past my ear,waking me up and leaving me defenseless. 'Allah kahretsin' I cursed under my breath. I looked behind me to see 3 'kafirler'  behind me, on their horses eager to take my life. 

  I winced, my shoulder was in pain but worse now. I stopped my horse and remembered a knife I always kept in my boots. I reached down and took it out to see them off their horse now walking to me. 

"I swear you will not leave this place alive without tasting my sword." I yelled at them. And they kept coming like they wanted death. I smirked as the first one tried to swing his sword at me but I gripped his hand, punched his bloody face and stabbed my handy knife in his throat. I quickly grabbed his sword and weaved the 2nd ones punch and kicked him in the no-no place which taught him a lesson to not play with me. I finally ended him with a pierce in his heart.

 'Damn' I thought, 'who trains these bastards' It had only been a minute and they both were dead. I chuckled as the last one circled me. 

"Only bastards like you have the courage to land up in hell."I said meaning it. " You filthy Turks," he spat out sharply. "You killed my father and I am never going to die till he is avenged." I smirked, "Then lets see if you can AVENGE him." I said hotly. He ran towards me, holding his sword out in front of him as it it was a spear. Stupid  I thought humorously. He would have stabbed me but I was too quick and held the sword which sliced my hand slowly and painfully.

I gritted my teeth as the sharp pain went through my now cut and bruised hands. I looked at the heathen who seemed satisfied with an evil smirk on his ugly face. When my hand left the sword now gleaming with dark blood, I took my sword and put it on his neck with one quick motion. "Do me a favor, send my greetings to your fellow friends and stupid father in hell for me will you?" I said sarcastically and without another word I brought my sword down his neck with a clean finish.

I finally stepped back breathless, and thanked Allah for helping me. I pointed my sword at their limp bodies, disgusted. "You all will end up like this!" I shouted, loud enough for Hell itself to hear me. Before long I felt myself drowning into lone darkness, and felt arms supporting me screaming my name, "Balaaa!!"

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Hello, another cliffhanger huh? 

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Sorry for the violent language.

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Meryem