It felt like just ten minutes lying down on that hard earth but in reality, Dakar was there for almost an hour. He was reminiscing his memories. He remembered his mother's face, his precious mother. For years he couldn't remember what she looked like. All he knew was he had a mother. Oh! How he missed his kingdom. His best friend and their adventures. The game nights where he always wrestled and won. Everything came back to him.
“Dakar?”, Avril's voice sounded. He sat up surprisingly. He waited for five minutes but didn't hear her voice anymore.
“It must have been my mind”, he said as he stood on his feet. He was sweating so he went to his room and took a shower. He wore one of his old wooly trousers he had brought along with him the day he arrived. He ran his fingers through his wet jaw-length hair and dampened it with a towel. Then he sat on his bed and rested his head on the rock wall.
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Avril already lost all connection with oxygen and her strength began to fail. But then she saw that she wasn't the only one struggling for life. Dakar was too. She saw the red eyes flash to green and the grip on her throat loosen but less than a second later, it was back to red and the grip tightened.“Dakar! I know... I know”, she coughed as he raised her higher.“I know you're...in...there... please h-help. Please”, she pleaded as her eyes began to close. Dakar grunted and tightened the grip again. But his eyes turned green and back to red, then back to green and flashed to red again. He was battling inwardly for control of his own body. He had to take control or else he would lose her forever. And he would not be able to live with that guilt. So with a loud yell, he ripped his soul back in and let go of her immediately. She fell with a thud and lay down there, unconscious. He was panting heavily as he held his hand, as if it will loose
It felt like just ten minutes lying down on that hard earth but in reality, Dakar was there for almost an hour. He was reminiscing his memories. He remembered his mother's face, his precious mother. For years he couldn't remember what she looked like. All he knew was he had a mother. Oh! How he missed his kingdom. His best friend and their adventures. The game nights where he always wrestled and won. Everything came back to him.“Dakar?”, Avril's voice sounded. He sat up surprisingly. He waited for five minutes but didn't hear her voice anymore.“It must have been my mind”, he said as he stood on his feet. He was sweating so he went to his room and took a shower. He wore one of his old wooly trousers he had brought along with him the day he arrived. He ran his fingers through his wet jaw-length hair and dampened it with a towel. Then he sat on his bed and rested his head on the rock wall.He d
Dakar got on his feet and took the jar. He walked into the mountain-house and scented Avril. She had gone to stay in the kitchen. “Eating up all my food”, he muttered and he turned towards that side. He entered the kitchen but was surprised she wasn't eating. She was sitting in a corner, looking into a mirror. “Avril Henderson”, he called. She didn't look up at him but instead tucked her hair behind her ear. “It's your first time calling me by my full name”, she mumbled. “Should I call it often?”, he asked as he walked closer to her. “I don't know. It's up to you”. Dakar squatted by her and looked at her face. She was checking herself out in the mirror. “Mind telling me why you're angry?” “No” “Why?” “Because I am not angry”. “Then why did you walk out on me?” She didn't answer. Dakar held the mirror and pulled it but she pulled it back. He pulled again and she did same. He
Dakar received fifty wipes and countless blows and kicks from his mother's guards. He didn't fight back, not because he was afraid of her, having his fingers. She wouldn't even do that. He just refused to fight back because he respected her. And he knew what he did was stupid. Choosing another woman over your number one woman.Finally, he was returned back to his Chambers the next morning, shirtless, bloodied and swollen up. As he was trying to patch himself up, Camper sneaked in.“Hey... Whoah! You look awful, mate,” he said. Dakar ignored him and continued to wipe the surface of his bruises.“Those must be very painful. What created them? Was the guard wearing a ring?,” Camper asked and bent down to look at Dakar's face. Red lines were all over his face, coupled with deep slim cuts.“Get away from me, Camper”, he growled and Camper moved away.“I hope you're not angry with me, man. You
“Mother, I asked what prophecy you were speaking about?” Dakar inquired again and walked into the room.“Nothing, my son. It's not something serious. It's about a mateless wolf that will turn rogue”, she stated.“Is that not a popular prophecy? Everyone knows that. Which is why we're permitted to get alternative mates. But I am sure that is not what you were referring to. It seems you didn't want me to hear you. Which is why the colour has drained from your face when I heard”.The Luna sighed and palmed her face. Dakar gazed at her and felt her worry and fear. He drew closer to her and knelt down, holding her legs. He placed his head on her thighs and she started to cry.“Don't make me tell you, please” she cried.“Mother, tell me”, she insisted without raising his head. In their tradition, when a child does that to his mother, she has to fulfil that which he is asking
“Why? Why did you keep this away from me?”, Dakar questioned.“Because it is a secret. Only I and Anthena know”, his mother answered.“That's why you never approved of her being my bethrothed”.“Yes. That is one of the reasons”.“So, there are other reasons?”“I will tell you everything as they unfold. Right now, we have to get you to Anthena”He nodded and got on his feet.“Today already started on a bad note. I am off to my Chambers for the day”, he said and turned to the door.“Dakar, please forgive me for hiding all these. I was trying to protect you. To give you a normal life first”, Luna pleaded.“It's okay, mother. I don't hold anything against you”, he replied and left the room. On his way out of the building, he didn't meet anyone and the whole of his mother's Chambers was awkwardly quiet. It was because t
Dakar was a strong man and knew how to put his emotions in check, if Dojo did not take over. And to break down in front of a young girl, and cry like a vulnerable child, then the pain was indescribable. He struggled for years to remember his parents faces, or even their names. But he couldn't. When he finally remembered, he knew how much his mother sacrificed for him and he couldn't wait to go back home to her. After Avril asked him if he succeeded, that ugly memory flooded him. How she was holding the bowl with the complete crystal ball, and his father standing beside him. His mother dropped the bowl and ordered him to strike immediately. But he hesitated and showed stupidity. Dojo possessed him and he fell with a scream, his insides burned and he got a rage that wasn't his. And with one ugly glance at a shocked woman, he pulled out his claws and stabbed her in the chest. The look she gave him was still in his mind. She looked terribly hurt.“This is not
Avril rolled off Dakar and they both stayed on the ground there.“I'm sorry”, he apologized.“Which one? For making me fall? Or for placing your hands on my bum?” she asked and he laughed.“You guys call it a bum?”, he asked.“Lots of name for it”, she answered.“Uninteresting. Anyway, I'm sorry for both. Neither was intentional”, he stated.“It's okay. Can we start with the training now?” she asked and got on her feet.“Yeah”, he answered and stood to his feet too. There were fragments of death, wood and leaves in both of their hair.“Dakar, you've got dirt in your hair”, Avril said and tried to pick a large dry leaf from his hair. But she was not too tall to reach there without tiptoeing.“You've got dirt in your hair too. And more is going to stick on you when we start training. So, stop thinking about a