TCOTQ(Other Tales)

"Hilya..." he whispered, eyes dazed from the heat. His muscles were aching, his whole body was heaving and yet, he could not lay his sword down.

His entire being was telling him to just put the sword down, close his eyes and...rest.
But his heart spoke and understood a different language "...stay close to me..."

The little girl clutched tightly to her elder brother's white clothes, ones that reflected his nobility as a warrior Prince, and a young scholar of knowledge, tears threatened to flood her eyes.

He turned towards the Heavens,
His eyes filled with despair,
"Even now, my Lord has not given up on me...
So how can I give up myself!"

His will and determination towered to the sky
And as if in response, the gray clouds gathered
The vast desert became dark...it might be the tiniest glint of hope left...but Intisâr was willing to take it, to fight for it...even if that meant, only his sister would come out alive from this.

This was his name - Intisâr... Triumph!

With sword in hand, his beloved sister by his side, the desert at his rear, he faced an entire army.
Not once did his heart shake, not once he batted his eyelids, nor once did he turn back...