Talking to the Moon ✔

-Chapter: Fifty-

The darkness suffocated me.

The heat bothered me too. It was blazing hot in the desert and the lack of air bothered me. I tried to breath as evenly as I could, I didn't let myself get panicked or I knew I would feel the lack of air.

Their horses had slowed down and that could easily mean two things: it could be that we were near or that the horses needed some rest.

I didn't know where my brother or Qamar was. My thought flew back to Laia, I hoped she was all right. I wanted her to stay put, wait for Aqib. It was the only way. He had to come rescue us.

I could feel the irritation ebb inside of me, I could feel the frustration and anger too. We had been so alert, we had been careful and yet they had been one step ahead of us. It made sense now, it wasn't them, it was her. She had been one step ahead, reading our thoughts and influencing our decisions. How could we outsmart her? How could we confuse her?

I knew that her presence had left my mind but I also knew that she was listening, seeing and waiting. I had to do something, she had indicated that I could do something.

She had told her that I had fought her and that my mind was a constant battle. My subconscious -- the voice that I thought was from the Moon -- had been fighting her. Was that my power? Were we same? Could it be that I could hold some influence too?

I closed my eyes and tried to feel something, anything. I felt foolish but I was also desperate.

Qamar had said that whenever I came around him, the voices faded away. What did I do? Omar had said that there was a light in me. Even my brother often said that to me and my mother had mentioned that she had found me glowing in the terrace when I had first talked to the Moon.

Was there really a light inside of me?

I closed my eyes again and tried to reach inside of me. There was nothing, I could feel nothing. Tears leaked from eyes due to frustration. I was scared. I did not want to meet the woman, I did not want to know what would happen next. What about my brother? What about Omar?

I could feel the anger build inside me. I was tired, tired of the way my life had changed. Tired of the way my priorities had changed. I should have stayed in the village, with my mother, she needed me.

She needed Asad more than me.

The desperation within me was brutal and the annoyance too. We were the good people here! We had been manipulated and played around. Our loved ones had been taken away from us. Why?

I closed my eyes again, concentrating hard, trying to find the source of my frustration. Maybe that would lead to the light that people saw within me.

I could feel nothing.

I sighed and froze as I realised that we were stopping. Someone yanked me from the horse and pulled me to my feet. The sudden movements made my head dizzy but I stood my ground. Someone removed the cover from eyes and the bright light of the sun blinded me for a split second. I screwed my eyes shut and then opened it slowly to get adjusted to my surrounding. I wiped my face with the sleeves of my blouse and stared at my surrounding taking it in.

"Girl!" A gruff voice shouted from behind as he grabbed both my hand and tied it precisely. I watched the man, he was the same one who had talked to Qamar last night. Under the sun, he looked different, younger. He had misty dark eyes. He looked at me strangely as he pushed me.

I staggered on my feet as I was brought near to the tent. I glanced at Qamar and Asad, they were being held the same way. My brother gave me a confused look but he seemed strangely calm.