"People stuttering and stumbling,
With the following curses mumbling,
And the faces marked black,
With evil doings carried in the big sack."

♤

He wandered with newly stolen money secured in his pockets. The early night screamed the hues of early blackness. Those eyes filled with miseries and helplessness splashed infront of his river like desert's sand. And he closed his own because of how he could never control his feelings when always saw helplessness, because for once he too knew how helplessness destroyed him.

Having nothing to do in the lonely night he sat down on the ground with out any worry of dirt touching his clothes. His calloused hands ruffled his hair as he gazed at the blank night and he began to talk as if he has everyone to hear from him.

"Ever anyone has wondered why night always covered the day with darkness?" His canines showed up as he smiled slowly.

"People has always said, days burned human, ever they have wondered how night burned the soul? Ever they have wondered how many secrets that moon has heard? Ever they have wondered how many nights were spent when people cried like waterfalls and night could only just blink back at them." A small sigh escaped from his lips as he stared at the dark sky, his eyes tracing the slow movements of tree leaves swaying as if agreeing with him and he smiled. When have people ever agreed with him, to be have agreed by the nature?

His hands slowly went to his mouth and he realised how he has kept his face covered in the night too, for he feared if night have seen him, it should never bless the world with its sight again.

The faded murmurs grew louder around him, and he like always ignored them.

"You killed our man?" He heard the voice of the stranger and turned around.

"So, you are his woman?" Nonchalance was heard in his voice as he stood up to face them.

"You don't get to joke about my friend like that." Said the another man, his lean figure was still shorter than Buraq's intimidating height.

Buraq was built tall, lean and muscular. He had the body the females dreamed of and the males were inspired by.

"Then you joke about them." The arabic accent still lingering in his words as he fixed his cover with the keffiyeh.

Before anyone could say anything, the young raging man swing the iron bat in the air and hit Buraq hard in his head.

The searing pain shot through his head as he stumbled and cupped the side of his brain where he was hit. He slowly brought the shaky fingers infront of his eyes and saw the droplets of blood coating his fingers.

A small sickening smile took a place on his face and he pinned them with a glare which can melt the burning iron. The fierce gaze of him held a burning in him and the young man saw that, the fire, it was much dangerous that they feared before even taking a step near him.

"You are kids, I will let you go for now." Saying he turned away from them and walked away not before glaring them fiercely.

The low, cold wind whistles around them.

The youngsters saw him walking away as if he owned the land.

Two of them walked closely and quietly near him like a thief behind him, gripping the dagger tightly in their strong grips. Swinging the dagger with rustling wind they made a step to stab him amd with a swish sound he was dodged away with a swift motion. It was so sudden that the young one find it hard to figure it out what happened.

Seeing this the other had already stopped and saw his tiger like eyes gazing into his dark eyes. Briskly, Buraq snatched his dagger and admired it.

"This have nice carving." The octave grew deeper in his voice scaring the youngsters.

The cold, chilling voice of Buraq send the shivers down their spine. It was so chilling and piercing that they felt the shuddering in their bones. Those flowing sand eyes seemed to be darker than ever as he glanced at them with chilling glare, setting their souls on fire of fear.

"I let you go once, you all should've listened." His voice glistened with the underlying threat as he walked near them like a predator; with quiet and calculated steps.

"You thing you are some kind of hero?" Seems like one of them was the bravest, the one in black shirt, with body built to scare the kids away.

"Who talked about hero, akhi?"

He neared more making their heart neat with a stutter. His shadow fell big on the ground when he stood under the pole light.

The evil glint shined brighter than fear.

The night seemed colder and darker as he scared away the poor souls, only the one left in black shirt.

"Aren't you one courageous kid?" Rubbing his inner wrist he stopped walking challenging him with a cold silence.

The boy felt something cold in his aura, it was untameable, he got the idea. But, like how infants admire fire, he also had the curiosity to know more about this stranger, not knowing he was inviting death.

"Whom you calling kid?" The boy matched his glare with his own fiercer one and it was not even near to his dangerous glint.

"Let me show me something you haven't seen." The words felt heavy and blurred in the boys ears as he saw his eyes slowly growing darker. And his shadow grew larger.

He tried to fight, by stabbing Buraq in the upper abdomen.

A low whistling laugh echoed around him as he saw Buraq laughing, cold, chilling laughing setting ice under his bones. Paled face boy with sweat glinting on his temple stared at him with horror and terrified expressions. His eyes held the horror, Buraq has always seen around him. Something in his lungs twitched and he closed eyes dreaming about a house.

He was vanished into the thin air, seeing someone vanish infront of his eyes into the mist, scared the boy. His heart beated aloud like a thunder with pumping feared and terrified blood into his veins. No words escaped from his mouth as he tried to breath calmer but his breath got louder by each passing second and he couldn't close his eyes to splash away the fear with a small blink.

Stuttered and stumbling he ran away with shaky legs.

Whereas, Buraq found himself teleported in to the modern Mediterranean house with closed walls making him feel suffocated. He knew his magic wouldn't work when he is injured, hence he traced any living soul around him and found himself alone. Banging the door loud behind him he walked to the nearest wall with weak attempts as he had lost enough blood to make his mind go hazy. The world in his sight blurred as he leaned down with the heavy cough following with blood.

Hearing the soft padding around him he saw someone familiar claded in the Burqa. Wanting yo scare away the poor soul, he tried to glare harder at her but, the dark black spots splashed infront of his eyes as he stumbled down with heavy, pounding brain and blood rushing out of his wounds. He heard the sound of falling sand and realized he was trapped again for the another week here. Cursing under his breath, he tried to straighten up but something soft and warmth clouded his senses and felt a souls nearing him, her aura was too pure for him to handle and he felt suffocation growing tighter around him.

Attempting to say something, he opened his mouth but choked on his own words and darkness engulfed him, again.

Last update for this year guys. Please ignore the typos!!