I Fought The Law

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

 

 

 

Snow fell gently on the mountaintops, trees swayed in the soft breeze and deer grazed. The sun had begun retreating as an orange twilight set in the sky, setting a melancholy atmosphere. In a cave deep in the wilds, a flickering of light was seen. Inside, the source was revealed to be a fledgling fire, causing light and shadow to dance about the walls of the small enclave.

 

Huddled around the fire were the silhouetted forms of five folk. Aisha, Nafis, Varaduul, Leon, and Enepay. They all had curled up against the walls, backs to the fire, sleeping deeply as they dreamt of home, warmth and better times. All save for the Shepherd.

 

Enepay's knee were drawn to his chest as his solemn gaze stared into the flickering warmth of the fireplace. The whites of his eyes had visible red strains, as he had recently wept. Now though, he was the very image of a silent stoic man with nothing left to lose.

 

His gaze turned to Leon, the fair haired man whom he had given up everything to save, and stood up to the law, to the Amir Morvan, to defend his innocence. The man whom claimed to be Raevir by blood slept soundly, he was no longer under Morvan's violent grasp, and he could return to where he came from. Hiraeth, Adunia.

 

Enepay however, had nowhere to go.

 

His gaze turned to Aisha and Nafis, both curled up into themselves as they kept close to the fire, sapping its warmth in their unconscious states. Both had taken up arms to prevent Morvan from cleaving his head off, and for that he was greatful. But they were partners in crime now.

 

Enepay could at least fix that,

 

And so he woke Aisha and slipped her the pen and parchment he had managed to ****** up before he had to flee Al Wakrah, reciting to her in a low, monotonous voice what he wished for her to write onto the page. The note was tied to the leg of a pidgeon and delivered to the Caliph.

 

My Caliph,

I have become a fugitive and enemy of the Mubarizun.

I had housed a man in my stables today as an act of charity. He seemed pleasant and polite, I later found him in Morvan's forge, clearly under arrest.

Morvan had cornered the man with the help of Bahadir, as the man had admitted to having Raevir blood. He however pleaded for mercy, saying that he had travelled almost his whole life, did not live in Adria and did not fight for them. What's more, he said that he would leave the Caliphate peacefully and never return.

Morvan had no intention of letting him go, and said, and I quote; "What of the crow should we remove, the wings or the beak?"

I fight the Raevir just like everyone else does, my Caliph. I am not a traitor, but this man was no raevir, his only crime was his birth and he had begged for the chance to leave and not return. Morvan insisted on keeping him in his custody, inflicting bodily harm and breaking his nose in the process. Morvan claimed he could be a spy, but how does one spy when they beg to be given the chance to leave our lands?

I am too stubborn to let innocent men be punished, my Caliph. But contrary to what Morvan will tell you, I did not draw a blade on him and I did not attack any Mubarizun. When I refused to leave he ordered me arrested, Bahadir then drew his sword on me and I drew mine only in defence. I did not once make any strike with it other than to parry his blows.

At this, Morvan ordered me killed, calling me a traitor. At this point, Aisha and Nafis stepped in in my defence, and a fight broke out. Blood was shed, I tried to stop it.

I have run away from Khalestine alongside Nafis and Aisha and the man Morvan wanted to torture. I beg you give my friends amnesty, as they only wished to defend me, for I insisted on holding my ground in this situation.

Khalestine is all our homes, I do not plead for my right to return, but for theirs. Allow them to go back to their homes and loved ones, anything punishment worthy they have done was done on my behalf, and hence I will take the blame.

I cannot return to Al Wakrah while Morvan wants me dead. If death or exile is my sentence then I will end myself quietly where I hide now, rather than at the hands of a man who slays innocents.

Please tell Isra that I am so sorry. And may Allah judge me for better or worse.

Enepay Jharar.

 

Yet he doubted he would be allowed to return to his home. He watched the pidgeon slowly flit off into the horizon, taking a shaky breath as his entire body shuddered. He thought of his flock who he spent day after day caring for. He thought of Isra, the love of his life. How would she get by if he was not there for her?

 

He set his jaw tightly and composed himself, he would not break down again.

 

Instead of walking back inside the cave, he climbed the path up the mountain to somewhere solitary, out of the earshot of his companions. There he unsheathed his gleaming scimitar and got down on one knee, pointing the blade at his stomach.

 

Allah frowns on those who take their own life..

 

Time would tell if he had anything else to live for.

 

[SpiltMemes 368]

In the dark depths of Vailor, some woman shakes her head.

 

"The law won."

[Lark 2227]

Dain would pop out of a closet and smack Enepay, "TIME FOR SOUL SEARCHING ADVENTURE"

[Cave_Creature 467]

Aisha is not particularly happy about this turn of events.

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Sarrion leaned back, enjoying a good song.

[YouKnowItsJuno 269]

Back in their home in Al' Wakrah, Isra Jharar waits on a woolen mat by the door, silently dozing. She awaits her husband to return from the sheep fold, blissfully unaware of the turn of events from the day.

 

The sun sets - the flock without their shepherd, the wife without her husband.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

[DoctorKillinger 1]

 Thoughts of a Traveller

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZL2gFDIWMo

 

Leon sighed softly as he waved his saviours goodbye, heading out of the cave and starting his journey heading east, he had plans to completely avoid anything around the Caliphate, go east, then head north before turnining west to get to the Dwarven capital and take a boat from there.

 

 

As he started walking his mind would wander off as it usually does, he'd think of all the events that had happened, the fighting, the anvil that had broken his nose, everything. He had come to the conclusion that this was his fault, if he had just kept his mouth shut about his Raevir blood none of this would have ever happened. The monks wouldn't have needed to stand up for him or Enepay for that matter, but he was glad that they did.

 

Leon swore he would repay these people in one way or another, they were good people who had left their homes and become outlaws,  just for him, and for this he was grateful.

 

He had never thought anything of his Raevir blood, before now. 

And one thing was for sure, he'll never talk about his heritage ever again.

[Publius 4098]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.