Yaram got furious. "You've made a grave mistake.Prepare to face the consequences." He said.
"Give up, Yaram," their leader sneered. "You're no match to us."
Yaram's eyes blazed with determination. "You'll regret ever laying eyes on my daughter."
It was almost night. The masked men attacked, their swords flashing in faint moonlight. Yaram dodged and weaved, his sword slicing through the attackers with deadly precision. But they were vastly outnumbered.
A sword pierced his shoulder, and Yaram cried out stumbling backward. Another slash struck his ribs, sending him crashing to the ground.
As those men closed in, Yaram summoned his last ounce of strength. With a fierce cry, he leapt up, sword flashing in swift arcs. Men fell around him, but more took their place.
Yaram's vision blurred, his wounds burning. Noor's face haunted his mind.
Suddenly, a masked man lunged, sword aimed at Yaram's heart. He dodged, and he kicked in the man's stomach, sending him stumbling ,Yaram scrambled to his feet, grabbing a nearby branch as a makeshift weapon.
The masked men hesitated, momentarily stunned by his ferocity.
"I told you.You messed with the wrong family." Yaram spat charging forward.The battle raged on, Yaram's determination and rage fueling him despite his grave injuries.
Aftermath
Yaram stood victorious but battered surrounded by bodies. His sword lay nearby, its blade smeared with blood.
With shaking hands Yaram retrieved his sword and began to trek to the cave where Noor waited.
As he approached the cave, a faint light flickered with in. Yaram's heart swelled with relief.
"Noor!" He called out, his voice weak but relieved.
Noor emerged from the cave, tears streaming down her face.
"Baba!" She cried, rushing into his arms.
Yaram hugged her tightly, his eyes closing as exhaustion and pain consumed him.
"I'm sorry," Yaram whispered. "I scared you."
Noor pulled back, her eyes shining.
"You didn't" she wipes her tears.
"Baba you're bleeding!" She says with fear in her voice.
Yaram sits on the ground resting his back on a tree. He takes out a bracelet from his pocket. It's a beautiful golden bracelet smeared with blood. Yaram cleans it with his clothes.
"Noor, it belonged to your mother." Yaram winces in pain." Keep it, it'll keep you safe. "
"Noor, i want to tell you something." Yaram holds Noor's hand gently.
"What is it,baba?" Noor ask with worry and curiosity.
"My girl, this world isn't what you think. This world is divided into two parts.
"What do you mean, Baba? What two parts?" She asks. Her voice barely above a whisper.
"One is us humans, the other is mythical creatures." Yaram trying not to close his eyes because he know if he closed them maybe they'll never open.
"Noor, do you know how I met your mother?" Yaram asks with love in his eyes.
Noor shake her head. "You never told me." Her eyes full of curiosity.
"Your mom was a mythical being." Yaram says.
Noor's eyes wide open with surprise. "What! A mythical being."