Seven years…
It was a nightmare…
One impossible to escape…
From the moment his feet stumbled into that tower, till the day his eyes locked onto the golden ones, Jaber all but cursed his own life.
Every day, every waking moment of those seven years was filled with misery and suffering. He wished deeply for death to save him time and time again, to free him from that horrible life.
Death didn't spare him a glance, took everyone else around him, and pointedly ignored Jaber.
He was too scared to seek it himself.
The Hashashins were as rumored, cruel, merciless, and thirsty for blood. Whether innocent or not didn't matter to them, they killed whoever they needed to and some more with sneering faces, leaving nothing but blood whenever they trod.
