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 he refused to fall for . After he realized his goading was useless he began to let little things slip . While it was not information he had originally been looking for, it still got his attention .
He even began to boast of a coming "revolution . " One that would change the power structure of the Republic of Lahat .
Liang Jian Amal that after the man said that night aa held Chang in his arms as she slept, he was feeling restless and unsettled .
AdvertisementThe 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 .
'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 .
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 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 Farouk last night .
"Farouk 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 have been monetizing a private army for a while, preparing for this day .
"Ya Ab, you need to prepare for war . "
Chapter end
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