“So, tell me,” Nnamdi said as he forced the words amid the bolus of the pounded yam going down his gullet. His guest watched him and gulped, grateful that his stomach had not growled to disclose how the hunger of the past days had affected him.
“How long have you stayed in Dota? I mean, how long since your training?”
Mbakwe scowled at the habit of the man. Parents sprung their children for talking while eating, but an elderly man…the peop
Chinwe’s face glittered with an uncertain smile as her lazy gaze fell upon the food sitting on the tray basket. The time was ripe and she knew from the depths of her heart that her efforts would yield a good fruit today. Reverberation from the beat of her heart, was audible in her ear drum, making her palms to weep sweat. The qualms within still blazed, but she tried to drown it with the solace of the sorcerer words. She had waited so long for this. So far everything was working together for good, in the perfect order, just as the sorcerer had predicted.
Mbakwe heaved and leaned on the bamboo door. He allowed his gaze escaped through the window, to behold the racing feet of the of vast land, which chased after them as the two zebras, hurried the chariot down the sandy path. The sun was high up–a matured day–but the passing air made it impossible for the heat to scorch the skin, he could no doubt tell that it was noon, and that soon the sun would start setting.
Ada tried to swallow, but the viscous liquid failed to lubricate the surface of her coarse throat, it took several struggle to draw a little quantity from the drying pool of saliva. She broke away from the main road, into a narrow sandy path, where she turned to the right and was saluted by the site of a dead palm tree—standing by the grace of an orange tree supporting it—just as the description of the village boy had directed. She sauntered down the alleyway, whose floor was neat despite the orange tree lining both end. It was midafternoon now and soon the sun would start dropping its radiance. 
Is Mbakwe from Alaocha? How did he know my real name? Maybe my character gave me away, but how can that be? Chinwe always say that I talked gibberish while sleeping, could it be that...No, I don’t think.Ada twisted away from the main road, back into the narrow path, it was
The cries of burning woods and straws shunned the melody of the morning, accompanied by smoke that clouded the place, making it almost impossible to see clearly. Broken pots, calabash, and their contents streamed the dusty floor, with a smell that melded with the white smoke.“What happened he
“Ndu m(my life)” A familiar voice screamed and held her legs in a tight embrace. Ada needn’t look to know who it was. The little boy was fond of calling her ‘his life’ after she had sa
The young day still held the rays of the sun, dancing over the horizon, just on the other side of the world. Mist, as visible as a burning smoke, swerved in the cold morning air, making it impossible to see clearly. Murmurs and whispers circulated the serenity of the forest as the people traveled along. Even the twigs and dried leaves that carpeted the forest, cried in agony as different weight brushed pass.
Sparks of light flared and the sound of metal meeting metal filled the air. Ikedi had raised his sword horizontally, blocking Ada’s blow.Ada clenched her teeth, her hands shook as the vibration traveled from the sword to her body. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the ring formed by the li
Four days laterAda closed her eyes, letting the sweet air travel into every part of her body. Dry season had parted ways and now they were kicking off for the first time into raining season. Her stomach was lifting and something she didn’t think she would ever feel in her life time walked into every part of her mind. Peace.The people of Alaocha and Ndiocha had agreed to live as one. They had chosen King Obidike as their King after Ada had forfeited any right to mount the throne. Chira was the Lolo (Queen), her heart had found love again with Obidike. Their
“I am invincible,” King Chika yelled, “I am the King of the world.”The armies of both parties were shifting their weight as they studied the dragons that parades the sky. The cloud had darkened and the thunder was clapping with a hoarse voice.“You are but a creature,” Ada clutched her teeth. “But you are not invincible,”The thunder clapped again when their sword met midair. Ada spanned and deflected the blow coming from the right. She bent in time to save her head from the sharp edge of his sword. He was fast, but Ada was faster. She could match his speed and his strength now. Even though she couldn’t explain what was happening, she was gra
Her hair bounced as Swiffer galloped away from the cave. Maybe its adrenaline that was heating her body, or perhaps it was fear. If everything goes on as planned, she still has a lot of work to do. But she must at the same time be smart and not let her past mistakes cloud her judgement. These creatures are mystical and are dangerous. “Sorry,” Ada shouted and blinked herself back to reality. The women on the road only cursed and glared at her, but she was too busy with her mind to pay any attention to them. She directed her zebra into the sandy path leading away from the village. I hope it’s not too late.The sun was high above the sky now, and its heat was drawing sweat from t
King Obidike wiped the sweat on his brow with the back side of his left hand. He studied the scorching sun for a while before uncorking the goatskin water bag and gulping the fluid. Some of the liquid lingered in his mouth before he swallowed it. It was hard not to smile with relief from the refreshing fluid as they walked down his throat. This was one of the reason why he wanted to live in this part of the land.The waters were good, compare to the other side of the sea, where mountains and limestone polluted the little water they had. Even the rain was polluted. The sea was the closest fresh water they had, but that only comes after much cooking and boiling. Even that in itself could not compete with this thirst quenching liquid that was in his goatskin.He returned the skin back to its place and checke
The path leading into the cave of bones was cold, and crowed with a nauseating air that reminded Ada of decomposing animals, beaten by a drizzling rain. To use emptiness to describe the place would be an exaggeration of what truly crept on the walls. No noise could be heard and nobody guarded the place either. Every corner blended obediently with the darkness which drove away the lights of the afternoon, and portrayed a barrenness that gloat like a toothless beast. If only she had the power to revert the hands of time. She would take it to that sweet night when this episode started. With the knowledge she has now, she was sure she could prevent it from happening. All of it. Maybe it’s selfishness, but a part of her missed that sweet feeling that always walks on her skin whenever she was with Ikedi. It would be nice to have that innocence again, to enjoy that ser
Swiffer’s stride had not decreased a bit; despite hours of riding none stop in the harsh gaze of the sun. It was as if the animal understood the urgency of their mission.Sweat pricked Ada’s brow as she stared ahead, trying to keep her mind from wandering into the unknown. The most direct route to the cave of bones was through the other hand of the forest, far away from the forest ofIyi.But Ada had chosen the longer path. It was the only option if she wanted to avoid the warriors of Alaocha, who would be guarding the borders right now. Besides, the forest ofIyiwas perceived to be dangerous. It was a route where only demons trend.Ada bit her lips and leaned in, adding more momentum to the strides of Swiffer. King Obidike and the entire people
Ada stroked her brow and relaxed her hands on the table. Her eyes traveled back and forth from one edge of the table to the other, studying the dried sticks that were arranged on it. The twigs which were tallied in ten represented a dozen solder.“This would be suicide,” Ada muttered and pace the room.“Why? Our men have more endurance.” King Obidike said. The confidence in his eyes sent a chill down Ada’s spine. He has no idea what the warriors of Alaocha were like. Perhaps he had never seen war before in his life.“Endurance would have mattered if we weren’t outnumbered,”and less skilled. Ada stroked her brow again. “And besides, they have the hands of the god
“Relax dear one,” Chira whispered and placed a hand on Ada’s chest, pushing her back to the mattress, as gently as her rigid hands could muster. “You were talking gibberish in your sleep,”“Gibberish? No,” Ada shook her head with disagreement. “I don&r
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Leviathan’s shrilling voice echoed in Ada’s head. “Are you sure you want to save the village and abandon your lover? You will never see him again.”Ada held its scale as it steadied its wings and soared between the mountains. Th