Desert Encounter
Chapter 41

It was with slow steps that Emir crossed the doors of the open room, armed in hand, but what he saw shocked him.

His uncle was there, tired trying to get up with the help of the man he had followed.

When the rebel noticed his presence, he let go of old Malik and rushed headlong towards Emir.

One blow of the sword was enough and the latter found his throat slit.

Emir advanced towards his uncle, looking him over from head to toe.

-Malik al Khali. he began. It took time.

– he was a good boy. Said the old man, looking sad as he looked at the body of the dead young man.

But Emir knew that his uncle didn’t love anyone.

– unfortunately for him he made bad choices. Emir continued

– you are the spitting image of your mother.

– mother whom you murdered in cold b***d. Scolded Emir, pacing back and forth near him

– my dear nephew, I’m so sorry if you knew, the passion of youth, look at me, look what I’ve become, I’m just an old man now.

– as time has not spared you. Said Emir with disdain

Malik blew and took in a discreet gesture his dagger hidden behind his back and kept his hand hidden

– time is a cruel ally, come and hug me one last time my little Emir, I know why you you’re there.

It was with slow steps that Emir crossed the doors of the open room, armed in hand, but what he saw shocked him.

– and I intend to honor the promise I made to my father at his grave

– I understand, and this is my destiny. Come, my nephew.

Emir looked at him one last time before approaching his uncle and towering over him

– I’m so happy to be able to see you one last time, family is so precious.

– yes family is precious. Said Emir, taking him in his arms.

– that’s why, you must die because my destiny is to become king. He pulled out the knife hidden behind his back and stabbed Emir who stopped him in time.

– no uncle, your destiny is to die by my hands.

He turned the gun around and thrust it into his uncle’s stomach, who stood back looking at him.

One hand still on his dagger.

– I… I… I don’t want to die. Said his uncle as he fell to the ground.

Emir then had a flashback

12 years earlier.

Emir, aged seventeen, had just celebrated his birthday. He had gone hunting alone and had managed to kill a gazelle which he was eager to show to his father King Hassan but one thing stopped him.

His uncle had just entered the throne room where the king and queen were perched.

Emir was angry with him for having taken him away from his young cousin who had left in a hurry for Europe.

– my dear brother. Said Malik as he approached.

Her father had come down from his platform and came to k**s his brother who was returning from a mission.

– how I missed you. Said King Hassan.

– my brother, I think it’s time that the crown goes to where it belongs.

– Malik we have already spoken, father had made his choice

– father was an old fool, I am the eldest and I came to claim what is rightfully mine.

King Hassan wanted to step back but Malik took out his weapon behind his back and stabbed his brother.

– aaaaah. The queen shouted.

Emir saw men working for Malik coming out from the sides.

Emir wanted to enter the room to protect his mother who was being surrounded, but a hand clamped his mouth and pulled him back.

He just understood.

– find me my nephew and bring him back here, dead or alive

He turned around and saw Abel the one who would become his trainer and master of arms.

– we have to leave here.

Yes Emir had witnessed the murder of his father.

End of flashback.

– I hope you rot in hell with the Sheitan where you belong. Said Emir when his uncle closed his eyes one last time.