Siren Song

She felt trapped again like when she had be kidnapped and left in that cellar. She screamed for Jian with her eyes trying to pierce through the recurring nightmare.

When she opened them, it was the brightly lit room of the funeral parlor they had used for her dad's ceremony. White chrysanthemums lined the side of the walls and decorated around the open black casket.

There was no one else in the room except for her, unlike when it had happened in reality. Wearing the black dress she had worn then her heels made a clicking sound, echoing in the empty room as she made her way to her dad's casket.

Chang made her way down the walkway wondering what she would find inside.

After peeking inside she stumbled back and tried to run out. She pounded against the door trying to break it down after it wouldn't open peacefully. Chang felt like she might vomit after what she saw.

Inside, instead of her father lying peacefully in his black tuxedo it had been Jian. Death had taken his warm countenance leaving only a pale imitation of what once was.

'I don't want to see this. It isn't real. Wake up wake up wake up.' She kept repeating it until she finally woke in bed covered in sweat.

Dawn was just starting to break through the room, letting in enough light to see that she was alone.

Chang shrugged on a long dress quickly before hurrying out wondering if she could catch him before he left. He was long gone though she realized when she reached the front gate breathless.

She sank to her knees leaning against the side of the stone.

'Why didn't you wake me to say goodbye. You better come back safely.. or I'll never forgive you.

Please come back to me safely.'

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Liang Jian Amal looked through the scope of the gun down at the army still milling around the town they had ransacked and butchered. Maybe because they had vehicles to quickly bring them to the capitol they were in no rush to move out.

Their ragtag group had all ended up meeting early and set out on foot to meet them. They had quickly reached the outskirts of the town and hid themselves within the surrounding hills in groups.

"They seem to have a supply warehouse of some kind towards the center you see that?" Erol beside him whispered in a low voice to him lest the wind catch his words.

"Yeah I see that, most likely their armory. They would have no need to store food if they're planning on taking Muzdahir today." Liang Jian Amal looked to where Erol motioned seeing the men surrounding the building.