Sidratul Muntaha

Chapter 123

Azfahan

There will be battles,
There will be defeats...
You will fall,
You will loose,
But those are steps necessary,
For an astounding victory.
The fate will lead you by the nose,
The journey will descend into chaos,
Your heart will break,
But for your sake,
Better hold on to hope,
Do not let the hopelessness take,
Your strength to rise,
Your faith in the One,
Who has written your story,
Who never sleeps,
Who knows you better and very deep,
Who will lead you through the path of agony,
To a destination akin to a fantasy...

The dark room had unexpectedly gone silent. There were at least more than twenty people inside the chamber and yet it was so quiet that even a small sound would have echoed within it. Both the sides had come to a standstill and had disbelief shining in their eyes.

Asdeh had expected to come face to face with her niece but she hadn't expected warriors standing on either side of her. And she had recognized her niece even with the veil. Those pair of eyes were the most unique pair she had ever witnessed in her life. They shone with anger and a strength that she had never been able to extinguish. The golden sheen of those eyes had once been able to light up like molten fire right before her very eyes each time she had tried to extinguish their rebellion with her cruel ways.

Her heart roared in ferocity. This girl was responsible for every misfortune of her life. She was also responsible for destroying her family and murdering her brother. Her breathing escalated as hatred fumed in her heart. Good... Good! Adara Thuraiz had come for her defeat finally and Asdeh couldn't wait to trample her beneath her feet

Some moments ago...

"Isqareen..." Isqareen heard her and opened her eyes. She was covered in blood, surrounded by dead and fire. Her eyes were dark pits of hatred. She turned and saw Asdeh Zeen.

"Asdeh..."

"Everything is ready. We have completed the rituals necessary for the completion of our purpose." Asdeh declared as she moved around the filth watching Isqareen as sat amidst the surrounding whispers, wisps of darkness surrounded her.

"But what is troubling your heart?" Isqareen inquired. She could spy Asdeh's restlessness. Asdeh was walking around the room, touching the strangely damp walls with her fingers. She laughed unhappily and the mocking laughter rang within the chamber terribly. The flames around the room flickered in response.

"My niece has always been the bane of my existence. I want to stay right here so I can face her and crush her. But if I did that then my mission suffers. We have to leave this place and travel soon to start another leg of our journey. But without facing the girl I will not leave. I have dropped the breadcrumbs already, now I am waiting for her to follow the trail. She will come, there is no doubt about that. So the only thing to do is for you to leave tonight, to begin the next part of our mission. I will soon arrive there after I defeat the girl." Asdeh declared as she bared herself in the middle of the chamber and settled down. She began to rub blood and soot over her bare upper body as she faced Isqareen with a challenge in her eyes.

"And what about Amiza?" Isqareen asked as she watched Asdeh calmly, getting up from her place and walking towards the fire where she was dropping various items.

Asdeh smiled cruelly...

Amiza felt her heartbeat increase as she watched her sister stand before her. Her eyes tingled and her throat closed up as she tried to control her breaths. Adara... Sidratul Muntaha... Siham Intisaar... Many names had she donned but at the core of her, she remained the same... Amiza's sister, the one who led her from Tardees to Ghazdaan, the one who refused to give her up despite the time that had passed, despite the distance they had travelled. How could Amiza even doubt that her sister wouldn't come? How could Amiza doubt that she wasn't important to her? For some relations are forged by blood, some by milk and others? They are forged by destiny...