Luna Scares Everybody

Dakar received fifty wipes and countless blows and kicks from his mother's guards. He didn't fight back, not because he was afraid of her, having his fingers. She wouldn't even do that. He just refused to fight back because he respected her. And he knew what he did was stupid. Choosing another woman over your number one woman.

Finally, he was returned back to his Chambers the next morning, shirtless, bloodied and swollen up. As he was trying to patch himself up, Camper sneaked in.

“Hey... Whoah! You look awful, mate,” he said. Dakar ignored him and continued to wipe the surface of his bruises.

“Those must be very painful. What created them? Was the guard wearing a ring?,” Camper asked and bent down to look at Dakar's face. Red lines were all over his face, coupled with deep slim cuts. 

“Get away from me, Camper”, he growled and Camper moved away.

“I hope you're not angry with me, man. You