His name was Bayezid, prince of the Turkic peoples and the true heir to the Danishmenthan throne. Later, I learned that they had no throne, only horseback... He took Sir Vlad's head from the ground and looked him in the eye for a time. Then he gave it to the tallest, thick fur man. "Yerde bırakmayın, evine gönderin!" I felt a fire embracing me, burning my heart inside. Breathing smoke to ruff it, fan it, make it bigger, stronger, fiercer. I slipped on the ground,  grabbed the Silver Dragon, and faced the golden man. "Don't dare to touch him or insult him again!" Bayezid had a tepid, tense laugh. His white teeth were shown, sharp and wild. "Easy boy, I ordered them to send him back to his family." I was confused, startled by his answer, and furious at his rightfulness. "Good," I hissed. "Put on your sword then; I invite you to a duel." The man in their fur mocked me, and I faced the sword at them. "After I'm done with him, it will be your turn to die!" Bayezid was not laughing. His face was rigid, pale with a sense of duty. He approached me and placed his finger on the tip of my sword. I tried to push it down. "Boy..." His voice was careful. "Put down the sword, or I will take it from you." Vukasin was standing right behind me, breathing rapidly, mesmerized by my words, supporting me by hissing at the golden man. Something got into me. I still can't figure out what it was, but I knew I must yield. That's the way it was. Silver Dragon got back into the sheath I had attached to my belt. Vukasin did the same with his eyes. He retained his fury inside his heart.

Bayezid turned to his man. He said"Çocukları atlara bindirin." I held Vukasin's shoulder, then turned back to check on Oksana. She collapsed. Her pinkish dress sucked blood and turned red, dark red. Her eyes were blurred, her sockets were reddened, and her whole face was soaked in tears. The naive lips that were once kissing and giving blossoms to love were bitten, leaking blood and crying. While they were forcefully grabbing her arm and dragging her onto the horse, her eyes were still locked on Sir Vlad's head; a dark blanket covered his green eyes that were dried out.

I knew that when a war is lost, it is the procedure of taking the royals as hostages. The thing was, we hadn't lost a war before. Indeed, I didn't fight, so the war was not mine to lose, yet I ultimately hated to be captivated. At that moment, I vowed that I would never be someone's captive again. Not a single war would be lost that I fight in. Bayezid separated Vukasin and me, which cost him a handful of stretches on his sleeve. I mounted that snow-white horse with him while Vukasin mounted with one of the big fur men. Oksana was riding alone on the horse of a man Sir Vlad killed. A warrior was leading the horse.

Bayezid rode directly into the fog without hesitation. The horses following us started to grunt and slowed down, yet the snow white was heading decisively. I saw men unrolled on the ground. I saw men whose cry was ended by a strike of a spear. The horse's grey hoofs turned red, soaked by the blood of the ones it crushed.

We were in the concourse of the past war. The sun was barely seen. We were standing among the ones that were laid down. A dark figure appeared in front of the sun rising on the horizon. I couldn't believe my eyes; I assumed it was a wolf. A wolf that probably was aiming to chew the flesh of the dead warriors, yet it was not looking down. It was walking among the dead towards us. It stopped in the middle. Looked directly at us. At that moment, Bayezid saw it as all the men following. His rigid lips curved jubilant. His eyes got wet, the tears of happiness, I assumed. The wolf saluted him with her deep grey eyes. The men shouted in chorus. "Asena!" Bayezid dismounted his horse. He approached Asena, keeping his distance. He kneeled, which I foolishly thought was because of submission, but it was because of respect. They were at the same height now. Then she moved away. Bayezid got on the horse again and headed the way.

"She is Asena, the ancestress of Turks, who come to praise our victory or welcome our fallen kings. She guides them to Kök Tengri, the Ochmah, the kind of heaven you call." I violently looked at his face. "Why are you telling me this?" He gazed at me deridingly. "Because you don't know it." A moment of silence passed. He murmured. "This victory has to be one of a kind. She hadn't appeared in the previous wars that our king had succeeded. We thought that she no longer came to the glorification. That's why she is here, for glorification." His voice was doubtful. It was like he was trying to appease himself.

When the horses approached the headquarters of Danishmenthan, many welcomed Bayezid. When I dismounted the horse and saw Bayezid walking toward the center tent, the men forcefully chained us. Manacled us and dragged us to somewhere that smelled like horse shit. I remember Bayezid didn't look back at us while I fatuously wanted him to do so. I saw him laughing and shaking hands with a man who had curly black hair and tan skin. They hugged each other. Bayezid called him "Brother!" Then I turned to find my brother wallowing and climbing to the woods to a blind escape. "Vukasin," I said. "Vukasin!" He turned back to me. "Take me on your shoulders, then I can enter the window and open the door outside." I took his shoulders. "Vukasin..." He continued. "Or, or... Oksana, cry for help. Tell them that you are injured or something. When they come, Jaromir will... You still have the Silver Dragon?" Oksana leaned on his hands. She was deadpan. "Jaromir! After they come to look for Oksana, you will take them." I shouted. "Vukasin! Don't you know what is happening? It is not one of the games we play in the yard. It is the reality. We are captives. This is the way of the war. We are condemned to do what we need to do to survive. I don't want your head chopped like Sir Vlad." I regretfully looked at Oksana. She was still. Vukasin responded, his broken heart reflecting his voice. "You are the king of Tigrisia, Jaromir. You are not condemned to do anything." The door suddenly opened. I saw Mother behind one of the guardians. She was standing straight as a tower of bells. "My children come out." Vukasin wept. I took Oksana from the ground, and we got out. Mother stroked my hair. We started to walk in the company of two guardians. "What happened," I whispered. "I talked with Prince Bayezid and Prince Yakub. We have an agreement: we will pledge allegiance to him after King Murad returns from tripping the battlefield." I was not surprised. Bayezid seemed like an honorable man. "What is the agreement about?" Mother shushed me.

Prince Bayezid and his brother Yakub welcomed us, and we entered the king's central tent. Yakub sat on the chair behind the large wooden table while Bayezid stood and rested. Yakub folded his hands together. "So, Queen Miriam, you are bound to your children." Mother took Vukasin's hand. "As any mother, I espouse. Have you got any children, Prince Yakub?" He slightly laughed, "I haven't married anyone, Queen Miriam." He looked directly at Oksana. "I haven't got any yet." His attitude harassed me. He continued, "But my brother has four." Mother turned to Bayezid. She was bewildered, as did I. "For a man not even thirty, it is astonishing Prince Bayezid. I wonder how your wife feels about raising four little naughty. It is already so hard to take care of three." She smiled. Bayezid had an acrid smile. "She passed away in childbirth." Mother's face got sour. "I didn't know, I apologize." Bayezid nodded his head. "It's totally fine, Queen Miriam. Don't apologize. After all, we are uniting to become a family."
Abruptly, Oksana stood up. "I'd rather kill myself than marry him, mother!" Mother startled. She grasped Oksana. "Apologies." She hissed. At that moment, a man whose face was dismayed jumped into the tent. Bayezid grabbed his sword.

 
"Prenslerim, kralımız savaş alanını dolaşırken mızraklandı... O öldü." 

My princes, the king was speared when tripping the battlefield... He died.

In the end, Asena was there to welcome a fallen king...