The Love That Defied Fate: Gomen And Rehitt's Forbidden Tale
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like thunder ac
s own heartbeat. He didn't blink. Didn't shake.Didn't move. His eyes were fixed on t
ren perched on shoulders, their small faces pale with anticipation. Torches burned around the
into his palm, but the pain grounded him. The taste of copper still lingered
was no ceremony.
Their faces were stone, carved by time, unforgiving as the gods they claimed to serve. At the c
Warden's voice rang,
t like a chain dragging him closer to fate. He knew every gaze was locked on him. S
me a sound like stones grinding together, fol
jaw ti
he gate below screeched
oar split the night, loud enough to shake the torches. The beast lunge
wer, half in terror, ha
id not
its edge chipped from countless rites before him
s chains s
cha
stone, saliva flinging from its jaws. Its breath was
n mo
he had stood. Dust sprayed up, stinging his eyes. The beast spun
ment, ti
t echo. There was only the pit, the beast,
as about ruthlessness. About how
ribs. The impact sent him staggering back, bones rattling, but it gave him an opening.
ast sh
grazed his arm, ripping through leather. Pain flashed white
ury was unbroken. It struck with its paw, claws slicing across his chest. The blow kn
shouted his name, others cri
lf up, every muscle trembling. His father's voice echoed
thing heavy, black bloo
nd. His grip on the sword was slick with sweat and gore. His
st came
raised. Its jaws clamped around the blade, biting down with enough force to
turned to a strangled cry. It thrashed, shaking its massive head, dragging him wi
d the blade free and drove it up
d was si
d shuddering as its weight hit the earth. Blood pooled,
le
s stopped. Even the torche
lood. He didn't lift his sword in triumph. He didn't shout. He only sta
ess. Untouc
d howls shook the air. His name echoed from
Not pride. Not relief. Just that same relentless
lemn rhythm. The ritual words began to spill from their
barely h
the stone ridge, stood a figure cl
they did not cheer.
and, slow and deliberate,
that night, a shiver