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In the tribal lands of north where culture and heritage power is the emblem of superiority. Men are preferred over women but after decades of having only sons, Khan Vladimir was
longing to have daughter or granddaughter. 

 Ayla's birth was akin to a good omen. She was born with special powers. She grew up to be loved by everyone but the her power becomes a curse for her. A seal has to be put on her mind and powers that can delay the time of catastrophe that can destroy everything. 

The new chief Aghan; the mightiest and strongest among everyone, the ultimate symbol of authority and power in northern lands, never lacked anything in his life.  
But his child bride has been kidnapped!!

I Saw The Moon (Salvation)

Aghan stared at the report presented to him from his shadow guards. Exactly 11:15 in the morning, Dilawar exited the study and in the hallway to dining room, he encountered Ayla.

He initiated the conversation and they whispered to each other for exact 9 minutes. Dilawar went out and after 10 minutes. Ayla was found collapsed on the ground in her room.

Aghan's face grew increasingly dark. The aura condensed around him and his innate possessive desire for Ayla burst forward.

I won't allow any bees or beasts to linger around her, not even in slightest possibility. He folded his hands behind his back as made his way to the stables.

Her Home is here, right by his side.

The dusk was spreading and the faintest orange hue blended with the indigo purple sky slowly. The breeze was pleasant. After years he felt like he was home again.

A home with his wife waiting in his house, his clan under his leadership, the bountiful fields ahead .

He was blessed from childhood, but only years after seeing her he truly felt what gratitude looks like.

Remembering how she quivered under his stare and mumbled, his smiles grew bigger. He admit ms he liked to see her arrogant, childish yet incredibly cute expressions.

' I have my whole life to deal with her antics.'

He knew what Dilawar must've said and what might Ayla had proposed.

Know thy opponent and win any war.

But the reason he was here, relaxed was because of their actions, his imminent wedding to Ayla would be held sooner than he expected.

The wooden stables were filled with hay and sectioned properly to keep horses of different breeds.

He walked and touched the heads of every horse, familiar with every one of them, he went ahead and reached a tall maxima, chestnut colour, clearly a superior breed. The horse neighed after seeing him uncontrollably.

Aghan called him with pride and touched his head affectionately. Like a proud owner and his friend both stood in the stable distinguished from the rest. He easily held his ropes and led him out.

"Itching for a run ? Huh?" Aghan asked as he brushed his hair.

The horse neighed in his response. The looses silky hair fluttered in the wind, he was without a doubt, a beautiful beast.

Aghan held his ropes and sat on him in a quick motion. Behind was the beautiful orange indigo post sunset sky and in front was the Lord of the seven tribes mounting on his brown chestnut horse. He raised him high and dashed towards the vast array of green lush mountains.

Unlike the contented Aghan and clueless Ayla who slept peacefully in her chambers, Dilawar lay in the cold mountains with a broken leg, more than determined to return for revenge.

Zargiya