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Chapter 109: The Storm (II)

Liang Jian Amal spent many nights trying to pry secrets from the man who had been holding Chang.

At first he had refused to say anything of worth, mostly just insults and taunts to which Liang Jian Amal refused to fall for. After he realized his goading was useless the man began to let little things slip, especially as time wore on. While it was not information he had originally been looking for, it still got his attention.

The man even began to boast of a coming "revolution." One that would change the power structure of the Republic of Lahat. This had been just a taste of what was to come.

Liang Jian Amal held Chang in his arms as she slept, feeling restless and unsettled as he tried to put it all together.

The man's boasting, and his Jid's warnings kept resounding in his head. He would need to look further into his uncles complete withdrawal from contact, as well as their amplified defense.

'If I can, I would like to keep their words from coming true.'

In the morning grim news arrived at the palace.

Jari Maan al-Hassan's entire household far to the west was brought to ruins, and the town under his prefecture was destroyed as well. No survivors were found within the halls.

From the few witnesses that saw the destruction and fled with the news, all said that it seemed to be a large army that did the destruction.

Liang Jian Amal supported his Jid to a seated position as the older man gripped his heart in pain at the news.

"Ah my Jari and alsighar alqalilun1. I pray that they all still live. Ah this news brings great sorrow to an old man's heart."

"Sir at the gate, there's a man who just rode in covered in blood! He says he brings information regarding the forces that captured the western town." A guard announced at the door.

"Quickly take us to to him!" Hakim al- Hassan pulled himself up straight and gestured at the man.

"Rest here, I will take care of this Jid."

"No, I want to hear it myself, just who murdered my blood and all those innocent people. I will personally see to the justice for my youngest abn2 and my precious alhafidat3." His fierce, sorrowful gaze gave no room for argument as he quickly followed the guard.

The guard led him to the medical building, as he told them the man was heavily injured with a blade in his side. Yet despite his grievous wound he had rode hard all through the night, worsening the injury. He had been almost dead by the time he had reached the palace gates.

On a hospital bed, lay a wearied middle-aged, with a short neatly trimmed beard. Liang Jian Amal recognized the man as his youngest uncle, Jari Maan al- Hassan, even with his ghostly pallor and haunted demeanor.

"Ya Ab4. Nephew." His tone was clipped and somber as he looked at them.

"Jari, just what has transpired? Where is Fajr and the girls?"

Jari Maan al-Hassan's eyes grew red at that. "Ya Ab, they were murdered by Fahir last night.

"Fahir came into my home last night and butchered Tali and Yahra before my eyes after stabbing Fajr. He intended to silence us all last night.

"Him and Mamud are plotting great destruction for this country they want to uproot the lives within it, and piece it out for any monetary value they can. They have been monetizing a private army for a while, preparing for this day.

"Ya Ab, you need to prepare for war."


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Chapter 110: The Flames of War

"How large an army?" Liang Jian Amal asked.

"Around a few thousand or so, but most are highly trained."

'Damn there's only a few hundred men trained to fight within the guards. We also lost a half dozen good men against the traffickers. The majority of the populace isn't trained for war, they came here for peace. We'll have to train as many who are able as soon as we can to have a chance.'

"How long would you say we have Uncle?"

"I don't know, a day, a week, a month.. It will more likely be sooner rather than later with the actions they took last night."

"I see. Thank you for this warning, it just may be the difference between success or our deaths. Jid, leave this to me, I will see this settled personally." Liang Jian Amal turned to leave, focused on the preparations that needed to be made.

Jari Maan al- Hassan struggled to rise. "I will accompany you."

"No you will not. You will rest here and recover." Hakim al-Hassan forbade the man. "Leave this to your nephew, he's more than capable."

"I've noticed. He's an entirely different man from the surly akward teen that I was teaching to spar."

"It has been over a decade since that time abn. He is a man now, he even has a beautiful wife now." Hakim al- Hassan spoke proudly of the young man.

Jari Maan al-Hassan lowered his head after the last sentence. "We we about to welcome our 3rd child... When they come, I will go with them. For my Fajr."

The news was distributed to the populace, giving those who wished to flee a chance to do so, as well as calling for any able bodied man to help join.

Shortly after the news a majority of the able bodied men within Muzdahir appeared at the palace gates volunteering to fight for their own peace. Even those who were unable.

Liang Jian Amal set up an army camp to the west of Muzdahir, choking off the road way in case. There the guards as well as himself immediately began to train the ones who were able. Together they only totaled around 2,500 strong. He hoped they would be enough.

Three days after Jari Maan al-Hassan arrived a carrier falcon came to the palace bearing a simple note.

'I will be coming for what is mine tomorrow.' - MA

The makeshift army all went to their respective homes for the night, instead of staying in their training camp like they had been. They would all be leaving at first light, and wanted to spend their last hours with their loved ones.

As they prepared to go to sleep, Chang tried to persuade Liang Jian Amal not to go into battle the next morning.

"Jian, please don't go, what if you get hurt or worse? Please, please don't!" She buried her face in his chest, gripping his shirt tightly.

"Chang, I've trained with the guards here since I was young. Most of the people fighting do not have even half of that training, but are willing to fight.

"I have to help, I am tied to this country. I can't just sit by and do nothing. I promise that I will be fine and I will return to you."

Chang didn't answer but merely pressed herself up against him, her lips seeking his.

Liang Jian Amal flipped her below him, letting his lips leave hers only to adorn her bare skin. After they released, she quickly fell asleep in his arms. He quickly cleaned himself and gently wiped her before falling to sleep holding her.

Liang Jian Amal woke about an hour before the allotted time, but rose anyways to prepare early and meet at the gate. Before he left he lightly pressed his lips to her. After studying her sleeping face he left quietly, avoiding waking her.


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