Midway on the path between Chhukha and Gedu towns, Dohan, who heard the scream of a man, got scared and hid behind a large tree. She couldn’t help but realize that the voice sounded a lot like her father.
*Shiver...*
Dohan felt a shiver run down her spine as a sense of worry crept into her heart.
"Ah! Stop!"
Another shout ca from her vicinity, but this ti she was sure that it was her father’s voice. She quickly kept the packed lunch on the ground and crawled forward to see what was happening. Then, behind the foliage of the shrubs, she vaguely saw a scene that brought her extre sorrow, fear, and dread.
Her father, who was supposed to be standing on the watchtower majestically, was lying on the ground with two arrow wounds. One was at his abdon, and the other was near his chest. He was breathing rapidly as blood flowed out of his body.
His body spasd as his head moved left and right.
"Uh," Dohan covered her mouth with her hands to ensure that her voice would not co out. She did not want the bad guys to find her location. Her eyes began to tear up as she tried her best not to make a sound. Dohan tried, she really did. She wanted to rush forward and hug her father tightly, but she did not do that, because her father said so.
As her father’s life was about to run out, it looked like he gained so clarity for the last ti. Noticing a slight colour of white in the foliage of the bushes, the father realized that this was the bead that he gave his daughter as a present.
He was heartbroken at the last mont of his life that his daughter had to witness what happened to him, but even more so, that she might face the sa fate or even worse. At the final monts of his death, the eyes which were filled with pain and anger were filled with fear for his daughter and concern. As he looked, the bead ca closer and closer.
He knew what his daughter was going to do, so he, in his last breath, yelled, "Don’t, Run"
Dohan heard it, her eyes already pouring out all the water in her body, showing a look of unwillingness. But at the last mont, she felt the ground shake as if an earthquake was Approaching. Dohan felt bad. She quickly understood what must be done and crawled back to the tree where she initially hid, then started to run back.
She ran with all her might, this ti her voice let loose, and despite her already tired body, she ran fast.
But unfortunately, she was already in a trap.
On top of the surrounding trees, there were Mughal scouts watching the whole scene, As if they were watching an entertaining drama.
"How far do you think she will go? Should we bet?" a Mughal scout on top of a tree said.
"Okay, I like to bet. I will say twenty ters."
"No, no, she is running very slowly. I will say only fifteen ters."
*Swish*
An arrow was shot towards Dohan from sowhere in the forest, but it did not hit its mark as it was slightly off, the arrow missed Dohan and lodged itself into a tree.
"Tch. Which bastard was shooting that arrow?" the scout who lost the bet cursed.
*Swish*
"Hey brother, this girl even crossed the 30-ter mark. Both of you lost," a scout intervened, making fun of them.
"Oh, piss off!"
The scouts who lost yelled collectively, shooing away the annoying guy.
Dohan, who had no idea that several arrows were fired at her, was still running with all her might, But she couldn’t run anymore. Her legs almost gave out, her chest was burning with pain, and her face was fully red, mixed with tears and anguish. She cried loudly as she ran, as she could not hold it in any longer.
But Dohan rembered her goal. "Uncle guard! There are intruders! Uncle guard! There are intruders!" She kept running, crying, and yelling in intervals, like a broken record.
"Bang!"
"Uncle guard... Huk?" Suddenly, Dohan’s voice stopped mid-sentence. She was shot by a musket rifle; the aim was at the back of her head. Her little head could not resist the impact, and the skull burst open, spilling out brain fluids everywhere.
"Euh." The scouts who saw this scene winced.
"Boss, you could have gone easy on her," a scout, who felt bad for the way the girl died, asked their captain.
The captain of the scouts, hearing the question from his subordinate, glared at him with an emotionless face as he replied, "Then you shouldn’t have missed the shot. If this girl reaches the town and informs the residents of the invasion, it would be troubleso."
"We are assigned to clear out the way for the army, scout, and that’s exactly what we will do. We don’t have ti to play your gas. Now get out and inspect the periter 10 tis," the man yelled with a threatening tone.
He then ca near to Dohan’s dead body and ordered, " Bury her sowhere."
"Yes, sir." said a different scout as the one that asked the question already left.
A few monts later, an army of massive scale, decked in armour and different sorts of weapons, neatly marched in a four-column formation due to the narrow road.
Back at the Chhukha town, the guard had gotten worried because Dohan had not returned even after three hours. Normally, she would have been back by now, but seeing as how she did not return, he was getting worried. "Did a wild animal attack?" he thought, but quickly dismissed it as Dohan did, for the exact sa reasons. This worry for Dohan was not only his, as Dohan’s mother also got worried.
Initially, she went to the place where Dohan usually played, but upon learning that she hadn’t co to play with her friends, she beca concerned and ca to the outskirts of the town where the guard was located to see what happened to her daughter.
After a few monts of waiting, as Dohan did not return, pressure from Dohan’s mother increased, and the guard could not wait any longer. he arranged for his n along with a few experienced hunters to form a party in order to search for her.
Unfortunately just as they were about to leave, a rain of arrows fell down from the sky like a deadly shower of fire.
Fortunately, as the guards were getting ready for an expedition, they had worn their leather armour and brought along their shields. One of the guards, who saw that Dohan’s mother did not have any protection, quickly ran closer to her and blocked off the arrows with his shield.
"Ah!" Dohan’s mother scread in fright, but she was relieved after confirming that she was alright.
Unfortunately, not everyone was as lucky as Dohan’s mother. The rain of arrows caught everyone off guard, and the people who were getting ready to leave the town were all struck down by the rain of arrows. Loud screams perated the area as chaos ensued.
Looking ahead, an army, which appeared to be from the Mughal Empire, marched in a four-column formation. The guards guarding the town were taken aback, fear seeping into them. If this was so rare bandit raid, they had a chance of surviving. But now that it was a whole army, the matter looked to be too big for them to handle.
"What does the Mughal Empire want? Our kingdom never provoked you," the guard, also scared, managed to utter these words.
Unfortunately, the man who looked to be leading the army did not understand the guard’s words, or even try to understand them. He made so hand gestures, after which a squad of soldiers carrying stick-like weapons imdiately advanced. The guards, already wary, quickly ford a defensive formation.
The archer would have fired a shot in order to deter the enemy, but unfortunately, there were no arrows left. All that remained were branches that he had fashioned into arrowheads himself. Unfortunately, all these preparations were in vain.
"Bang!" It was only one volley of gunfire. The defensive formation was wiped out as the guards dropped dead.
"Ah!"
Dohan’s mother stumbled and fell back on her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with tears and dread as she was afraid of the army in front of her. Moreover, she struggled to comprehend what the army signified and what might have happened to her husband and daughter.
Zulfikar Khan, upon seeing the woman in front of him, couldn’t help but feel his throat getting dry as his eyes lit up. He found the woman very beautiful and mature, exactly the type of woman he liked. Moreover, this woman had exotic features, which was rare among the won he enjoyed.
He licked his lips in desire and ca forward, grabbing the woman by her neck. Usually, he would restrain himself in the Mughal Empire and keep his urges in check, but after the loss of so many of his soldiers due to wild animals and hunger, he was already in a very bad ntal state and needed sothing to relieve his stress.
"Ahh!"
She let out a loud cry, which only seed to excite him more.
*grab*
*yank*
Zulfikar grabbed the fabric covering her assets and swiftly ripped it off. His mouth watered with saliva, As the massive assets which looked white and round jiggled in front of him, the woman cried even more loudly and tried to protect herself by crossing her arms.
" I like it " Zulfikar said as he laughed and forcefully removed the hands.
Looking around, all his soldiers were ogling at his thing, which made him enraged, so he yelled, "Go conquer the town, bastards!". Then, he picked up the woman and took her to the guard Quarters."
"NO! Please leave !"
"Please!"
The woman cried in so unknown language, but he did not try to understand, or even try to silence her. The more she cried, the more he enjoyed it.
The town was suddenly raided by the massive Mughal army. As the guards were scattered, a quick defensive formation could not be ford. It would have been possible if prior information had been available, but unfortunately, the guard captain had died, when he got down the watch tower to pee.
Each and every ho was robbed of its supplies. Hos with won were even more unlucky, as the actions of their leader lit a fire under all the soldiers’ legs.
It was a unilateral slaughter.
At the Noble Lord’s house, a young boy nad Dawa Sonam who was in the study room quickly noticed the commotion in the town. He saw soldiers running around the town and smoke rising in various places. "Not good."
He said to himself as he quickly picked up his weapon and ran to his father’s room.
"Hey, who are you? Why did you co to my room with a sword? Are you going to kill ?" His father said with a scared expression. The young boy felt sad hearing this, but he was already used to it. His father had been like this for a few years now.
He quickly took his father and left for Thimphu, fortunately taking the escape route only a few families in the town knew. As he ran on the secret path, he t up with a few people running away like him, among which were the top rchant families and the young priest who was forcefully pulling the older priest of the monastery. The older priest was yelling, "Hey kid, leave !
Let fight those Mughal bastards! Those bastards deserve hell, they are bastards born from a village of fathers! Leave ..."
Dawa ignored the passionate priest and asked the sane rchant, "The Chief Patrol Officer?" To which the reply he got was a sad shake of his head.
Dawa was saddened and proceeded to ask with a strained voice, " What about Aunt and little sister Dohan?" Again, for his anguish, the reply he got was silence, just silence.
He understood the aning of the answer, Dawa’s eyes beca red as he was quite familiar with the family and the little devil, Dohan.
At this delicate mont, his father suddenly seed to regain clarity as he yelled after looking at the rchant.
"Hey, fat guy, my town is burning!".
To which the rchant, taken aback, replied with a heartbroken voice, "Yes, it’s unfortunate, my lord."
Dawa’s father collapsed on the horse. Fortunately, Dawa had tied him to his back, but unfortunately, he was heavy, and as Dawa was only 12, he was not strong enough to pull back his falling father. He could barely ride the horse.
Fortunately, the rchant put his father on the carriage. His father soon gained consciousness mid-way through the journey. Sadly, his mind was clouded forever.
P.S. I should put a hole in Zulfikar’s Head
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