Chapter seventy four

OLAMIDE

Fire and heat ricocheted past us as we ran from our attackers. There was something in the shrubs. There are people in the shrubs and they wanted us dead. My body shook as we pushed past blades of grass that tore through my skin like they were sheets of paper.

"Take the children." Someone told my mother. "I'll stall the Silverlaws."

"You'll die." My mother panicked in the Yoruba dialect. "We can make it. The threads assure me."

"But we both know the threads will only protect you. If I can change how situations turn out. Maybe our children will not have to die."

He looked hopeless. They both did. With tears in her eyes, my mother accepted the heavy mantle my father has placed on his shoulders and cupped his face to kiss him. As they ended the kiss, something in the shadows whooshed in their direction. It was a blur but before the attacker could cause any real damage, the man stopped in his tracks. His katana clanged to the ground and his knees