Suffered in silence ~~ Legend of Sumitranandans

Aftermath

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Idk if anyone is interested in this anymore, but here goes the next part

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Now, Jatayu was definitely not someone to eavesdrop on conversations that didn't concern him

But he was definitely someone who would never ignore a plea of help

Especially if it was the daughter-in-law of an old friend who was begging for help

And so, when Sita's shrill shrieks reached his ears, he flew towards her with the highest speed that his aged wings could manage

What he saw there, however, was enough to make adrenaline course through his veins.

There she was, the Princess of Mithilla and the Queen to be of Ayodhya, struggling against the iron grip of a maniacally laughing sociopath with a fluffy moustache

Jatayu didn't waste anytime, not after he saw the raw relief on Janakasuta's face when she spotted him
He attacked Ravana with all the strength left in his body after a lifetime of wars and battles, and was ready to spend all of it in this fight, if it meant saving and innocent woman's honour.

But it didn't last long, like Jatayu, deep down, knew it wouldn't.
And so, when he fell from the Pushpaka Vimana, after having his wings cut by the Chandrahasa, accompanied by Sita's shriek of absolute horror, he decided to do what was in his power

He waited for Rama and Lakshmana to come, like he knew they would

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Rama was a warrior, a very ferocious one, at that. He was known for being fearless, calm and composed in the face of any sort of danger

But all of that evaporated the instant he laid his eyes on his brother, in the middle of Dandaka, both of them staring each other with more and more terror with each passing second, until they both came to a silent conclusion that something is very, very wrong

They bolted towards the cottage with full speed that they could manage, all while Rama's heart was pounding against his chest

Sita, Sita, Sita.... Her name was like a mantra, going on and on in his mind and heart and soul, as if that could fix everything that was wrong.

And it did. More often than not, the mere thought of her, of her hazel eyes and Jasmine scented hair was enough to provide him all the strength he ever needed, physical or otherwise. But today, today it felt different. And wrong. Oh so very wrong

Rama didn't know why or what, but he knew, he knew it very well even if he had a hard time accepting it, that she, his Queen, his Shakti, his better half, his Sita was endangered.

That was the only, only, thought in his mind as he raced through the jungles, pushing aside bushes and branches furiously, his bow tightly clutched in his hand.

His Sita is being harmed, and there was nothing worse that could possibly happen in his life, at that point

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So what if she accused him? So what if she said unimaginable things to him? How could that ever, ever justify his act of leaving her alone?

There was nothing, nothing more he wanted than to simply erase the last few hours out of his life. Lakshman was, to put it very simply, terrified out of his mind. It was a very new feeling, if he had to be honest. All his life, his priorities had been very clear, he had always walked with a clear, sorted head. But now, at that moment, after being accused of something he would never dream of doing by a woman whom he respected like he did his own Mother, and then coming to a horrifying conclusion that she was possibly harmed, as an after affect of him leaving, his mind was more messy and pained than he ever remembered it being.