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
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
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
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
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