The cricket chanted its song as the night grew slowly into an adult. Somewhere on a tree, in the veil of the night where the eyes of light feared to tread, the hooting of an owl could be heard as it mellowed the cricket’s noise into a duster of goose-bump.
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Cries shred the morning sun, blaring through the kingdom like the torrent of an ocean into every house that stood in the village. It was said that the light of the body was the eyes, but what happens when the body loses its light. The light of a kingdom was its king, but what happens when the kingdom loses its light.
The squashing of water blends with the noise of the birds which disturbed the gloomy morning. Prince Chika imbued the rag in the liquid and squeezed again. He wiped his muscular breast and armpit before dumping the cloth on the stool beside him.It was four days since the death of his parent and Olamma. The villagers still mourn the King, following Maazi Ikenna’s decree. Nobody is to work until the King was buried. The people now stays indoor as if afraid to walk in their own shadows. They think their houses were safe, they think the thatched roof was the wings of the partridge, which covers her children from the sneers of a wild beast. Foolish people
“Commander,” Idemba called “Ready your men and don’t let your guard down.”“Orders from the Prince?” the hefty commander asked.Idemba swallowed uneasily at his question. He wished he wouldn’t say that his orders were from a wretched servant girl, who found her shame on the Prince’s bed and now was posing like a Queen. “Just do as I say,” He mumbled and steered the rein of the zebra. “I need three guards to escort me too,”The commander seemed puzzled from the silence that followed his calmness. However, Idemba was too engrossed with his encounter with Chinwe, to notice the confusion on the warrior&r
It was the third day since she left the palace. Chinwe shifted her weight on the saddle and gulped the water from the wineskin. The soft leather on the seat had turned rigid somewhere in the course of the journey and was beginning to sting. If she remembered correctly, the last time she rode this long was the first time she came to the palace in shackles. She had been bought by the queen. Well, this time was different. She was free. Just a few days and she would be crowned the new queen of Alaocha.A small grin parted her lips as her eyes studied the forest. The harsh sun still had its mark on them, but they wore a peaceful and calm expression on their green smile. Birds danced in the air and chanted songs of joy and harmony. The gentleness on the shoulders of the trees was inviting, something her slave self, hadn’t enjoy. Well, she was the queen now, just a matt
“Why can I hear your voice in my head.” Ada asked and shifted her eyes from the vast wasteland. The heat of the sun was at its peak and battered the land which was covered by sands, rising in glory until they touched the sky somewhere in the horizon.“I thought you would have figur
A cock crowed and jumped away as the people hurried through the small garden. The atmosphere was friendly, with sweet air, drifting on the green heads of the mango trees and other cash crops.Nneka dropped Amadi and stretched her aching muscles. She watched as the boy smiled and ran ahead, hoping to
“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
“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