After the great battle, peace finally returned to the tribes. Zainab became the protector of both clans, and everyone admired her courage and wisdom. People said, "She is not just a daughter; she is the pride of the King of Sandal."
But inside her own home, a storm was rising.
Her brothers, who had once failed the great test of inheritance, could not accept her success. They whispered among themselves, filled with jealousy:
"How can a girl lead the tribe while we, the sons of our father, stand in the shadows?"
At first, they only mocked her, but slowly their envy turned into hatred. They attacked her when she was alone, thinking their strength as men would defeat her. But they did not know — Zainab carried the true power of Sandal.
In the fierce battle, her brothers struck with all their might. Zainab fought back with courage, but when their cruelty crossed every limit, her hidden power burst out with unstoppable force. The ground shook, the wind roared, and her attack struck harder than even she had imagined.
When the dust settled, her brothers lay motionless. Zainab's hands trembled. She never wished for their death, but fate had chosen otherwise.
That night, she sat alone under the stars, her tears falling like rain. She whispered, "I never wanted this… I only wanted peace."
The tribes grieved, and though they praised her bravery, Zainab's heart carried a wound that no one could see. The King of Sandal's legacy had given her victory, but it had also taken away her family.