Brian had been in his room obviously tidying up. He had just finished his bath after breakfast as he had been really hungry after waking up. Upon his insistence, Arawa had stayed although she still refused to take anything from him. But he could tell she was hungry, her stomach still sang the hunger song before him. That morning when he had woken up and found her sneaking out of his room to get her bath, Brian could not help but wonder if she really was the same person who had been singing the previous night. She just did not show any reaction even when she returned with Booma and the girls. Arawa had become much better with handling his affairs. He was glad that he would not be needing to dismiss Booma as Arawa would be accompanying him to the capital. When she came inside, she tried not to meet his eyes when she noticed he was staring. However, he had seen her from the corner of his eyes looking worried at him. Brian still wondered exactly what had happened that drunken moment, had
As though the wars had not dealt them a heavy blow, now the plants were beginning to dry up and the animals, they all began dying. They were from a rather big village back then when the iron brothers had attacked their homes causing the survivors to go deep into the forest for survival. Their gods had abandoned them to their own fate, and now, they no longer could commune with them. There was no priest anymore to guide them, the last of the priestly lineage had been murdered in cold blood by those barbarians. The people of Wuwa were finally conquered and their years of greatness diminished in just one night of attack. Kuka looked at his people, sadness written in his eyes, he could not bear their pain. In the course of retreating to this forest, they had lost many, to dangerous insects, reptiles and even hungry. Now, he could no longer differentiate between hunger and sickness. It seemed like they had fused into them. Kuka was the last son of the late great king and as he wa
They had gotten enough rest and had to set out for the rest of the journey. It was noon and the sun was fully awake but the big trees of the forest provided shade for the sojourners. Kuka and his people had to keep moving, they had leftovers from the barely well cooked meat and some fruits. That should be enough for them to get on by. The little boy, Kili who had been bitten by the snake was being carried on the back by one of the men, he was fast asleep and had been running a fever. He was still breathing, that was enough to keep hope alive that he would get better. Kuka continued to lead his people in front, they were going deeper into the forest. And this time, they could see everything before them. It was noon after all. The journey continued for sometime and by the time the evening was beginning to creep in, they were all a pack of thirsty people threading the forest path. Kuka himself was beginning to feel the weakness creeping in, his eyes were heavy and his tongue dr
King Dorian looked at his twin sons as they played the sword with their wooden toy swords with all seriousness while the soldiers moved around doing their bit. Being a father to the two boys without a mother had not been really easy. He was really proud of his children and only wished that their mother had not been murdered in cold blood. He had decided never to make the mistake of leaving any member of his family behind as the last time had cost him dearly. His wife, Sophia, had been killed by enemy troops and barbarians from the south and so, he decided that since he could not detect exactly which of these barbarians had done the deed, he would continue killing all the way south to the very last of them. Their women and children as well will not be spared. He had only gone hunting with his brother, Troy, when he returned he saw the massacre. His wife had been impaled with a spear to the wall and she had been badly tortured obviously. Her naked body showed cut marks and burn
The next morning was met with a group of survivors making their way down the rocky path. The little boy had made it through the night and there was every chance that he would live but then, the angry bites of hunger pangs might just finish him before they could make it to where. Kuka no longer had any idea how far they had to keep going for them to reach their destination. He had thought that it would not take much time but now, he could see otherwise. Nulaa was getting weaker and could barely move, he had to support her with help and assistance from Orau. This was really time for the gods to show mercy on them. Looking behind, he was embittered with how his people had to rely on each other for support. Their movements had slowed down to the very least progressive. He had to try making the path for them as they continued heading north. They had finished the meal given to them and the little water they had gotten from the morning dew had successfully scorched up and their tong
Dorian still had the scratch marks on his face from the tussle between him and the wild Wuwa lady. Of course, he had subsumed her and taken away her dignity. He was a soldier after all. He made up his mind to keep her alive for the time being and found a way to keep her in check. He would continually tie her to the pillar until she was tame enough to do his bidding whenever he got bored with playing the chase game with her. He of course did have time to feed her and his brother would laugh at him for keeping a pet. Troy had killed his own captive that night. According to him, his line of defense was that she had attempted to kill him at night, so he slit her throat. Talk about the savage nature of his brother. This morning however, they needed to get back to the Wuwa clearing, now turned into an arsenal. Word had come that they had found some survivors from the war night. Although they were pretty much as good as dead, he needed to rush. Troy had gotten the slaves to prepare
His wife had been buried as was their tradition by the river side and they all had to cross over to the other side. Kuka had insisted on leaving the cursed baby by the river side over there but trusted Orau to insist on her no. He however refused to set his eyes upon the baby as he went ahead. He wanted nothing to do with that cursed child. The people had to assist him with building huts gradually. It took some time though, but soon they were able to set up a new Wuwa. The big tree that had fallen over was already getting chopped into pieces and soon enough they would get rid of it. Kuka was not ready to be married as he was hell bent on reestablishing his village. Everyone was settling in just fine, and the best part of everything was that they had found out that there were enough animals to hunt as this part of the forest extended greater than the other. On her own part, Orau could not understand why Kuka would turn his back on the child. The baby was beautiful and pretty
Kuka had moved to Orau’s hut where she lived quite farthest from him. She had picked that place to set up her hut since he obviously was not ready to accept the child, nor wanted to catch sight of her. He walked through his newly established Wuwa village and was rather proud of the things he was accomplishing. Yes, he had brought these people under his wings and protected them until safety. The admiration in their eyes and the nodded greetings told him that he would be forever etched in their heart’s pamphlets. He continued his walk calmly as he tried to think about words to tell Orau in order to make his decision open.Another part of him wondered what it would be like should she turn him down. Wait a minute, who would turn down such a powerful king and savior in one body? Unless, that person was selfish and blind. He puffed up his chest, definitely, she would say yes without thinking twice. After all, who had she been waiting for all this while that she stayed unmarried if
Brian had been in his room obviously tidying up. He had just finished his bath after breakfast as he had been really hungry after waking up. Upon his insistence, Arawa had stayed although she still refused to take anything from him. But he could tell she was hungry, her stomach still sang the hunger song before him. That morning when he had woken up and found her sneaking out of his room to get her bath, Brian could not help but wonder if she really was the same person who had been singing the previous night. She just did not show any reaction even when she returned with Booma and the girls. Arawa had become much better with handling his affairs. He was glad that he would not be needing to dismiss Booma as Arawa would be accompanying him to the capital. When she came inside, she tried not to meet his eyes when she noticed he was staring. However, he had seen her from the corner of his eyes looking worried at him. Brian still wondered exactly what had happened that drunken moment, had
His hand held her still but although his eyes were open, they seemed glassy. Almost like he was in a trance. She tried to pull away. "Please mom.. Stay." he said again. Mom? Arawa could not believe her ears. He was such a grown man after all, so why on earth would he be calling for his mother like some little baby. Nevertheless, she did as he asked as somehow she felt pity for him. She sat by the bed and began observing him, where their mother was, she wondered. She recalled at the moment that since she arrived, she had not seen anyone being referred to as their father or mother. Could it be that the barbarian brothers had none. Her hands stole up of their own volition and brushed away his hair scattered on his face and forehead, caressing his forehead. He looked so peaceful as his eyes slowly began to shut. Arawa noticed now that even though his eyes were closed now, his hand still gripped her. It was not like she was planning on leaving him there but she wanted to shut the door a
Arawa felt the need to panic and she actually did as she first brought a finger to his nostrils. Thankfully, he was still breathing and she had never been more relieved. She knew she needed to do something about his condition but she was at loss on what exactly she should do. She did not even have any idea why he was like that and had to dash off outside to seek out the one person she trusted with such delicate situations, Booma. As she ran, she could not help but notice how quiet the entire place was save for the soldiers huddled together around fires and those on the walls. This was their duty. She tried her bestest to be less noticeable. "Halt woman!!!" she heard someone behind her. It was a soldier who had noticed her and she had to turn slowly. He was there standing and his companions seated around were all staring at her. He demanded that she stepped into the light where he could see her properly. A fearful Arawa now walked out to the light where he could see her. "Oh. It's
If there was something he dreaded most right now, it was being back with his father and getting to watch that look on his face. It was a constant reminder of what he had done in the past and this brought him guilt. Why on earth would Dorian send for him instead of Adrian. After all, the latter was supposed to be his favorite after what he had done to come short of his love. This act right now was uncalled for and he had defeated his purpose by going to get the king's order. Prepare in a week, nah, he would not even be prepared in a year if he wanted. His initial plan was to run to this place as he had, get well and return back to battle with his uncle. However, that plan had changed after coming in contact with his brother's plan. Were you thinking he had changed his mind because of Arawa, hell no. Left for Brian, even though it hurt him, he would leave her with her own kind. She was just a woman and there was no place for her in the battle grounds. Give it a period of a year or two,
It was not easy for Bron, not in the very least as he laid down there waiting for the slithering thing to get off. He was becoming scared again and managed a great deal to keep himself from shaking. But inside his heart was pounding as loud as anything that made him really scared that the snake would hear. Bron continued biding his time and waiting for the right moment. Eventually , his time came as he had been laying down there panting heavily. The snake had gone down and gradually, he started rising up and then took his sword from the upper part . He had been really lucky as it happened that it had been crawling into its hole on the ground. Weird. The hole would not have been noticed by even the daytime as it was buried underneath the dry leaves covering the area. Bron felt angered and before the tail would finish disappearing, he braced himself, took it by the cold slimy tail and pulled it out. The speed and energy with which he had done it was all he needed and he slammed it hard
He woke up before her that morning and spent a while watching her and drinking in her awesomeness. She was still fast asleep and luckily, it was still a bit dark. That meant that he got to watch her thanks to the light from the fireplace and torch. The reflection of the light on the few exposed parts of her skin was magnificent. It made Brian crave for her and want to touch her body. But then, he just could not do so as he needed to prove beyond every reasonable doubt to himself that he was not in love with Arawa. She suddenly rolled over and stretched herself now facing him. She yawned heavily and must have not thought that he was there. Her mouth actually reeked of some foul odour thanks to the fact that Arawa had not properly brushed up for two days now. In fact, she forgot. One would not blame her completely, in Wuwa after all, they only rinsed their mouths with water in the morning. He grimaced and quickly replaced it with a beautiful smile. Just then, she popped open her eyes a
It had been a while since he last came to the dungeon and somehow, it reminded Brian of the early days in which Arawa had been kept there. He had to find a way to push aside thoughts about her. "I take it that you're still thinking about the savage woman's brother, " Adrian said as he noticed his brother had stopped moving and seemed to be in a trance. Actually Brian was not aware that he had stopped moving at the moment. He seemed to be drinking in the air and quickly snapped out of it. There were important discussions and talks to be made at the moment. Adrian smiled at him as they advanced inside. Caleb alongside the other four selected to accompany the princess company were waiting patiently for them. “Gentlemen, shall we?" Adrian said as they exchanged greetings. They had managed to put up what seemed like a round table and seats. Adrian had to ask to be certain that nobody saw, of course they had been careful with that as they did it all when it was dark already. That seemed
"I don't like her here and I want her to leave with me, " she said "Her? Who?, " Adrian said feigning ignorance"The slave woman, " she blurted out "What slave woman?" he asked her, with a serious expression of confusion on his face Of course, Adrian needed no soothsayer to tell him that the princess had been referring to Arawa but then he had to make it as though she meant absolutely nothing to him. It was also frustrating her and he could tell it. Women, why would she even begin to think such nonsense as taking Arawa with her. What in heaven's name gave her such guts or possibly was she beginning to think that she was the lady of this place. It made him angry but he had to control everything. He was a man on a mission after all. "I'm referring to the woman you had been holding in your arms at the stables, " she said shamelessly. It was obvious that this was a topic she was not willing to give up on. He wondered if she had felt offended. To reassure her of his undying love for h
By the time they had finished cleaning up the place, Arawa was beginning to sweat it out. In fact, they both were and had to leave the rags in the pail to have another quick bath. It dawned on Melissa that dinnertime was already close by, that being if they had not started yet. She knew that if they would be meeting up, they would have to hurry up. Bathing this time did not take them long, a couple of dips in the water and they were done. They were just getting dressed up when a couple of slaves began trooping in, Melissa smiled. Possibly, they were still in time for dinner but nonetheless, they needed to hurry up. Bearing the pails in hand, they rushed to where they would be rinsing and spreading out the rags. “Why is that place always lit?” Arawa asked, referring to where she had seen that light for days now at night. She had been curious about the place and would have taken a sneak peek had it not been for distance. The said area was seemingly far from where they were. Melissa to