The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 23 Persecution

Sergei has got what he needs. He just reported it to the Queen of the Batbayar Clan to complete his mission and get the reward according to the agreement. But the disappointed shadow of Diva was reflected in her eyes. Sergei was confused what he should do? The meeting with the Diva was smooth. He forgot all about his duties when he was with the girl.

"Sergei." With a heartburn stomach, the man raised his head. Chinua's beautiful face is right in front of her. The woman contacted him with shadow magic. "How did it go, handsome? You found the guy." Sergei seemed to swallow his saliva. "I haven't found it yet, Your Majesty."

Sergei can't tell the truth. Not this time, he's still stalling. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. "You think I like that answer, Handsome?" chinua's voice shook holding back furiously. "I've been trying. But it still takes time, Your Majesty." "What do you mean it's gonna take some more time. I've been waiting too long" sizzled Chinua.

A little panic plagued Sergei. He could feel the anger starting to take control of Chinua. "I'll try another way, Your Majesty. The residence of Khan Adrian is full of protection spells, I can not freely track him there," Sergei said nervously. The woman looked at Sergei suspiciously.

"Okay, I'll give you some more time until the day after tomorrow. If until then you haven't been able to complete your task, you'd better be prepared to accept the consequences." Sergei nodded his head.

Then Chinua's shadow disappeared. Sitting on a chair that was nearby, Sergei stared at the ceiling and laughed nervously. Life is ironic. When he finds his girl, he must be threatened to lose her again. No, he can't give up yet. There are many roads to Rome.

Meanwhile two days later in the mansion, Shanum was talking to Khan. "This fellow? his eyes widened. "This morning I can't, but tomorrow afternoon I'm empty." "It doesn't matter, anyway, if you can't go. I had been going to the museum for a few days but I always failed, but I needed other entertainment not only to stay in this mansion" said Shanum.

"I don't mind coming with you. Only, this afternoon can not. I've got a plan." "It's okay, Adri. I can go with my two best friends, and get a driver. There's no way I'm lost." Shanum was silent for a moment, then quickly asked about Khan's plan that afternoon, trying to change the subject. Khan's lips were tightly clenched. "Nothing, just some meetings I can't possibly cancel."

Khan's gaze was cold and stiff. He tapped his finger on the lips as he observed Shanum. His eyes were squinted, just as they had been when Shanum asked for permission to go shopping. Khan initially said he could not come, but eventually accompanied them away. Shanum did not understand, why the man was becoming more and more protective of her. The girl so can not freely move, even though she has a mission to reveal the meaning of her dreams.

"I thought you'd better wait until I can go with you. I have been feeling bad lately. I'm afraid something's going on with you." "Gosh, Adri. I won't run away, I promise. And I'll take good care of myself" Shanum said, trying to convince Khan.

Khan exhaled. Finally he nodded his head. On his way out, Khan stopped at the end of the living room. "Really, if you want to wait until noon tomorrow, I can come to the museum with you." Shanum agreed once more, then gave her a sweet smile. When the man left, Shanum already missed him. The mansion felt too quiet without him. For two days the man was busy. Shanum only met him at breakfast.

After having lunch together in the dining room of the mansion, Shanum and his two best friends set off. Soon they arrived at the Museum of Astrakhan Culture. The streets are quite empty, whereas during Shanum's visit to the city usually seems always crowded. On the way there, the sky began to be shrouded in dark clouds, seemingly a sign of rain coming down.

We explored the museum. "Well, there's a lot of antiques here" said Diva. "Where the museum is filled with antiques. If the new item is called Mall," slurried Farah while rolling her eyes. "Don't start yes, I've been kind enough to forgive your words the other day." The diva seemed to grumble in annoyance.

"Well, I'm just talking facts. Keep sorry yes, until now I still do not agree you near the man. I still don't trust him. The man is a female conqueror. Just watch every woman no one is immune to her charm. Except for me and Shanum who still have common sense," Farah said with a stern look.

"All right, just tell me you're jealous. Because that handsome man approached me," replied the Diva. "Who is envious..." "Ladies, please!" cut Shanum. The girl stared stiffly at Diva and Farah while folding both her hands on her chest. The two instantly stopped arguing and left Shanum alone where he stood. Shanum could only shake his head at the behavior of the two.

"Excuse me, Miss?" A soft voice greeted me. "I hope you can help me." Focusing on the quarrels of his two best friends, Shanum heard no one approaching. He turned his head and saw an old lady who was still very beautiful smiling at him. "May help me find my ring that fell, miss. I can't see." Shanum saw a blank look at the old woman's black eyes.

"I dropped it around here." The woman looked expectantly at Shanum. The girl wanted to help, but every fiber in her body told her to refuse the old woman's request. Although the old woman seemed unable to do anything dangerous, because of her blindness. "Eitherway. I don't know if I can help or not because I still have to find my friend." Shanum's voice was slower than he intended.

The old woman smiled tiredly. "My time choices really don't fit, do they?" "Indeed." Shanum was agitated. Part of him wanted to leave the old woman there after apologizing, but there was also another part of him - most of him - who never had the heart to refuse people's requests. Shanum bit his lower lip and looked around. No one can be asked for help.

Shanum could not bear to leave the poor blind old woman there even though he knew he could help. The old woman's pity got rid of the horrors that always arise when dealing with something foreign. "Okay, I'll try to help." The woman smiled widely.

"If you can be found, you'll be my savior." The woman remained in her place, not moving closer, perhaps feeling her words of suspicion earlier.

Shanum looked down, he fumbled the floor trying to find the ring in question. "What does the ring look like?" ask Shanum. He had just turned his back on the foreign woman for a few seconds when he felt a burst of coldness. The feathers bristled. Adrenaline spread in his veins, making his heart beat fast and waves of fear churned in his stomach.

"Ingoing girl, so stupid, so easily deceived." His voice was as cold as the gust of wind around his neck. Before his brain could understand his words, an ice-cold hand gripped Shanum's arm until it felt painful. The woman made him turn around.

For a blind old woman her strength is incredible. Screeches were ejected from his throat as the pain ran through his arm. Shanum stood face to face with the old woman now, and she did not appear as helpless as earlier. Around the room seemed dimly covered in black fog.

"If you want, you can take all the money I have." Shanum wanted to give all the money in his wallet and leave. The woman smiled and pushed him. Loudly. His body crashed onto the cold marble floor, his chest felt tight and the jolt on his wrist caused a searing pain.

He looked at the girl, his empty eyeballs seemed to change color. "Your money? I don't need your money." The wallet of Shanum. The girl stumbled. Gasped. What did the old woman want, if not rob her? But Shanum also realized the woman was no ordinary human. Shanum's mind shrieked at that point and only echoed terror. He could not keep his head clear from the rush of thought and imagery.

"Don't yell" said the old woman in a commanding tone. Shanum felt the muscles in his legs tighten. He turned around, pulled his knees up, got ready to run. He certainly can. That woman wouldn't suspect it. He certainly can. Now!

His arms stretched out in a hazy motion, gripping both of his legs and jerking at him. His left arm and the side of his face hit the floor and the pain was blinding. His eyes began to swell in a matter of seconds and warm blood dripped along his arms. His stomach feels stirred.

Shanum tried to pull his legs from his grip, kicking after the failed attempt. He growled, but kept on holding on. "Please! Let go of me." He kicked once more to get his legs free. Anger runs through it, gets rid of fear, tries to overcome it.

The combination of these moves him to take action. Shanum kicked, pushed, and urged, but the old woman remained unmoved. Not move. Not even a moment. "Take me off!" This time Shanum raised his voice until his throat felt sore.

His weight was pressing on him when before he looked so small, so frail. Shanum can't breathe, can't move. Thinking of what would happen next almost destroyed it. His power. That's his only hope. When pressed like this Shanum also remembered Khan's words. He felt regret for not heeding the man's worries this morning.

"Gear me!" Shanum did not comply, he closed his eyes tightly. The old woman shook her shoulders. His head hit the floor again. The new pain shocked him and his one healthy eye opened forcefully. His ice-cold hand touched his cheek and gripped his chin.

Shanum's gaze was finally glued to his eyes. In those empty eyes he saw something worse than being robbed, worse than being mistreated and harassed. There is death in it, death - without the slightest bit of mercy.

"Tell me where the man who burned the Stone is." Each syllable is emphasized. "Alright," he said. "Maybe you need a little push." A second later the old woman strangled him. Before he had the chance, his breathing was cut off. Panic fluttered in the chest as Shanum tried to shake off his neck, his legs kicking in despair, trying to break free.

His grip was getting harder pressing on his neck. "Are you ready to tell me?" his challenge. "No?" Shanum doesn't know what he means. His feet began to taste eyes. Small light spots danced on his eye cuffs.

He's gonna die. He'll never see both his parents, and Khan. Oh, my God, he can't die like this. For no reason at all. Shanum felt his hands heat up. Something's trying to get out, it's his power. He closed his eyes and shouted, "Let go!" The pain in his throat subsided. The pain disappeared. All at once, the old woman's hand vanished from her neck, and there was a thud in the distance.

Shanum can breathe again. Voraciously, he took in a lot of air. It sucked air through his bruised throat, feeding oxygen to his starving organs. He coughed.

Someone shouted in a language he did not understand. Shanum turned his head and tried to get up. He saw the old woman across the room. Then Shanum was surprised to see a man waving curses and punches at the woman. "Fucking traitor!" shouted the old woman. They then fought inside the black and blue blast of light.

What made Shanum even more astonished was that time seemed to stop around him. He saw that there was a person who was holding his hand above. Someone was holding his phone. They're all frozen. Only Shanum and the two people who were fighting were able to move. Whose power between the two can stop time.

Shanum could not follow the movements of the two. Both of them were fast moving, shocking, brutal. Inhuman. Impossible. The old woman was blind, but she could fend off every blow like a person who could see. The man, Shanum looked with his eyes open next to him, a flick of silver-colored hair.

"Sergei?" whispers of Shanum in the heart. The girl was stunned, her voice disappearing as her savior's face began to appear clear. That angel-like face could not be forgotten by Shanum. The old woman was then thrown into the wall. He coughed and vomited blood. Then a dark light shone back, the woman suddenly disappeared behind it. "Damn it, he ran away" said the man.

Then the man turned his head, he walked over to Shanum. "Shanum," call Sergei. Worries were etched on his forehead. "Are you okay?" Shanum looked at those striking blue eyes. "You can stop time" he said slowly. The man did not answer. He held onto Shanum's wrist. "I can help you," he insisted, grabbing Shanum's hand again.

"No! You better give it back to the time it was." Sergei frowned, then he looked a sad smile. "In the meantime, I need to check first." The man then went around, he patted one by one the people in the room while whispering words like soft music, which Shanum had never heard.

Then Sergei snapped his finger. And people started moving. Shanum had already prepared by picking up his jacket at daycare, and taking out his sunglasses from inside the bag. Fortunately, today he was wearing a hoodie jacket. So she could cover the wounds on her face with her hoodie and sunglasses.

Shanum was also already standing near the exit. "I'm straight to the car, Sergei. You can say that to my two best friends. I'm asking you to help find them." Shanum then moved out of the door. While in the car park, the girl gawked to see Khan already standing there. Khan gritted his lips, his face looked cloudy and cold.

"Goddessa..." Khan approached Shanum and hugged him tightly. The girl grimaced, trying to take off Khan's embrace. His hands still hurt. Khan jerks. His burly figure loomed over Shanum as he looked at him. His gaze was sharp, piercing. Shanum didn't know what to say. "Open your jacket, Shasha. I want to see what happens to you." Shanum shook his head. "Shasha," he called again. Shanum then passed the man and immediately got into the car.

Khan exhaled. The man stood there for a few seconds before he got into the car. Khan looked at Shanum from his chair. "Please don't talk, a word! Let's just say I'm not here" said Shanum. The girl then looked the other way. Khan's face looked increasingly cold, he clenched his hands together. Khan then grabbed his phone. He asked for another car waiting for Shanum's companions. He would return to the mansion first, to immediately treat Shanum.