Two days later, Avril had caught a fever and was bedridden once again. Dakar kept running around the island, getting herbs with medicinal properties and brewing them up for her to drink. They were very bitter and he had to drop a plate of roast chicken by the bowl of medicine before Avril would agree to drink it all.
“This is no use. The chicken tastes bitter’’ she would complain while eating it.
“Should I stop giving you chicken then? Because my chickens are reducing everyday and they're not laying eggs yet, Avril” he would say with gritted teeth.
“No. Don't stop. Don't worry, they'll start laying eggs again. I even wish I could eat some omelette. It's been awhile”
“When you are done eating, you should rest a bit. Because I'll be back in an hour to dress your wound”
Dressing her wound was World War III. She
“What is it?” Dakar snapped. Avril's eyes held horror in them and he looked behind him immediately but didn't see anything, not like he was expecting to.“Avril, are you okay?” he asked again.“It's your...your face. It's different” she stuttered.“Different? What do you mean by different?”“Uhm... Your eyes...er—they look a bit weird. Also your snout has turned shorter and your whole face is shrinking” she said.Dakar touched his face with his right paw.“Your paws are also getting slimmer and longer than before. Something's happening to you, Dakar. Are you okay? Do you feel good?”He purred and dropped his hand.“No. I don't” he answered.Avril dropped her fork and stared at him, waiting for more explanation of what was going on with him.“Every year,
Avril rubbed black seed oil on her already healed wounds as she always does every morning. Dakar had said it was to get rid of scars that might want to stay. She was already dressed up for their hunting expenditure even though she didn't want to go. She wanted to go sit by the mountain and watched birds flying with bowls of fruits in front of her. But she needed to put her lessons to practice and she missed wild goat meat.“You ready?”, Dakar's voice rang.“Yes. I'm coming!”, Avril answered and stepped out of her room. Dakar was standing in front of her door, holding her bow and arrow-basket.“Do we really have to do this?”, she asked as she collected her things from him.“No, we don't. I'm not even in the mood to run or anything. But you're the one who wants to eat a different kind of meat”. She scoffed and hung her bow.“Don't try to pin this on
For the first time in months, Avril was the first to wake up before Dakar. She prepared breakfast and waited for him in the living room. When he got out with a wrapped fabric hung around his chest, Avril palmed her face and choked on her sobs.“I thought you were going to act strong”, Dakar said with a grin.“Does it matter?”, she asked and he chuckled.“Good morning”.“Morning! Come and eat. It's the leftover fish and bread”.They ate in silence until it was time for him to go.“You're sure you will be fine?”, Dakar asked for the upteenth time since breakfast was over. Avril rolled her eyes and groaned.“I have it all figured out. I know what to do, all right?”.“All right. This is where you'll stop. I'll run from here”.They were standing in front of the warrior's statue.“Okay. Bye, Dakar. I'll mi
For the first time in months, Avril was the first to wake up before Dakar. She prepared breakfast and waited for him in the living room. When he got out with a wrapped fabric hung around his chest, Avril palmed her face and choked on her sobs. “I thought you were going to act strong”, Dakar said with a grin. “Does it matter?”, she asked and he chuckled. “Good morning”. “Morning! Come and eat. It's the leftover fish and bread”. They ate in silence until it was time for him to go. “You're sure you will be fine?”, Dakar asked for the upteenth time since breakfast was over. Avril rolled her eyes and groaned. “I have it all figured out. I know what to do, all right?”. “All right. This is where you'll stop. I'll run from here”. T
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
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