Flashbacks

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"Stop!" She yelled as the 3 girls kicked and tormented her, leaving bad bruises. Azhar's dress got more dirty and muddy by the second. Huddled on the ground her face wet with tears. Hands over her ears trying not to listen as the girls bullied her.

Her village was Small, and she was told they were located in the plains outside balbadd, a rich and big kingdom. There tribe people had blood red eyes, and darker shades of hair (black.) they were feared by outsiders, because we had no hesitation to kill or hurt someone. They were also careful not to be sold as slaves in the market in which they sell high for assassins. Only peaceful in the tribe. All but her.

She lay there silent in the mud, alone. A crack sounded in the sky, and not cause her tears it was cause the rain. Soft steps sounded behind her half hidden by the pounding rain. "Go away" azhar mumbled. Judar cycled her and layed in front of her. His handsome face and beautiful eyes starring into hers deeply. "You don't need them azhar" he said calmly "after all you will always have me" tilting his head with a grin making a funny face. She laughed, but then held it back smiling. "Next time I see em' I'll show them who's boss!" Judar said cockily. They hugged, the rain still pouring. "Your my best friend, I promise I'll never leave you..."

Opening her eyes to a glittering room she was covered in bright red blood and ash. Panicking she thought of judar and screamed "BROTHER!" Her face red with tears. "You said you'd never leave" she stood up from the bed wobbly. Glancing around the room she saw the knife she had earlier. Scrambling to it. Azhar picked it up, holding it up to her neck. His promise ringing in her head so loud making her tremble even more. Her free hand yanking at her sleek black hair

"I...I wanna see you again, brother..."

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