𝘈𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 (noun):
A natural liking for and understanding of someone or something.
Cain and Aisha did not need each other in their lives. Both their futures were already decided the day they were born. Cain was meant to take over his fa...
The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.
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Aisha:
It was the raging winds and bellowing storm that described my inner turmoil in ways that my words ever could. I tried to focus on the beaming lights of thunder that cracked through the sky sending bits of heaven's light striking like fire.
In any other family, my surge of emotions would be understandable and appreciated, not taken as a sign of weakness even though my blatant feat could only be described as exactly that.
What else was I supposed to feel while walking into the very same gates within which my enemy laid soundlessly within the walls of poisoned barbs and weaponized walls? I wasn't allowed to feel any fear even after being held captive in a room drenched with loyal blood and broken walls, being sat on the very same chair that one of our guards had before that was taken down like flies while my father explained the dangers that laid before us.
As the storm grew faster, I could barely fight the wind, nor keep the rain from slowing me down even further yet there was no time to stop. It was dangerous as it is, to be out in the open with little to no security as we marched in the open grounds towards an enemy that we had just shunned off.
"You slow down and you stay here!" my father warned, noticing his crew growing weak and tired. Most of us were bloody and bruised, but quite frankly, it was better than being dead.
"not much further." A grimy voice sounded from my side. I felt his hand at the small of my back, feeling wet and repulsive through my wet shirt, it sent an uncomfortable shiver along my spine. All I could do is nod and ignore the chill of disgust that radiated off my uncle Viktor.
To me, uncle Viktor resembled a wave of darkness. An emotionless, primitive type of darkness. Growing up, he was always described to be the embodiment of evil. Sure, it was an exaggeration at first considering the biased view of him not being blood, but until he discovered his pathway of evil.
He was born only a few years before me, and it wasn't long before he became the pride of the family. My grandmother helped deliver him during a war against the Japanese. Our clan allied with the Russians and that was when my family met Olga. A pregnant family doctor to the Russians. She was put in the bunker with the rest of the women to treat them in case of an emergency, but she was the one who needed the treatment after all. She died during labor, but her story lived on long enough to enrage Viktor when he was old enough to question why his heavily pregnant mother was thrown into the debts of war.
Years later his trouble and antics became more than my family was willing to tolerate and he was sent back to the Russians until today, which surprised me even more. Seeing my uncle, the black sheep of family being called as a trusted ally as we marched through soggy grass into the home of our enemy showed me just how much danger I was actually in.
