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The sun spread its evening rays into the vast land of Ura. Concrete contortions of dark shades surfed the land from a view, it was just retaliating. The fallen land. A land that was not silent as grave but composed of chirps of birds as themselves a hostage in the land. The birds that even made congregations and were once contented with chunks of food, they dispatched in acrobatic dimensions to ease the boredom of the land and colour it. A remedy of fish as prey was never abandoned. Some white birds sunk deep into the colourless water though it had accumulative pigments of bilirubin on some parts of the river. Though the water glistened under the captivity of the sun rays as it flowed ceaselessly along the riverbeds, it held back a secret. A secret that it never exposed but confined to its curves and edges. The riverbeds were so much greener than before hampering a coverage of a secret that would distort the face of the world.Every step they heaved, brought the land of Ura into a ca
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From beneath the height humiliated any sight of a living organism. The ancient mountain was the heart and soul of the land. It was the so-called Kirimaara. Kirimaara rested on the fertile land of Ura. It was like a sleeping elephant which never woke. The big sleep of the creator. From its three peaks snow restlessly bestowed itself on the surfaces of the cliffs. Three rivers flowed down the dark valleys of the Kirimaara. If three had been no bush and forest covering the slopes you could have seen the rivers when you stood on top of the ridges of Kirimaara that were extensively lying without any discernible plan. Several bayous broke from the three main streams. In the morning steam arose from the water depicting an inevitable sanctuary. People and animals who resented the area depended on the waters of life. Kirimaara kept back dark secrets of the land of Ura either happened at night or in the daylight. From its ancient nature served as a bank of even ancestral
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Splash ! of water. Several horses clutter across the river crossing in pursuit of dying dark order, ambushing the attention of Christine. Flames of fire danced backwards from the pressure of the wind. Her muscle and tussle become restless. Her euphoria was incarnated by anxiety. She was bewildered by the actions to take. If it too runs where to? On the west stood a labyrinth that connected the whole village. If it to climb the tree she was incapable due to its slipperiness and flimsy branches. The tress served as are ethic of beauty to the serene. Full red flowers that wafted their inventible scent for anything that clanged to the atmosphere around it. This was the first flower gifted to her by Adrian. Christine was sure of the Mark Slater’s soldiers convulsing capability due to the extended hand of order. As they draw closer to her, pallid complexion entangled her light complexion face. It was an appealing duty to any male to notice at her young age. She could not hold it any long
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CHAPTER THREELaura was her elder sister of Christine. Her ability to solve problems even at her young age raised curiosity in many. She was sought by foreigners to resolve their disputes. This entrusted the old men to even reserve a seat for her among the Njuri. The special abilities gave room to mobilize people and soldiers of the land of Ura. Her tactics were inferred to be inherited from Mugwe. Having resented a high rank, she was able to uphold the regime of Mugwe to succeed. She had victory over the neighbouring lands.Mark Slater had an intense and dark secret behind proposing to Laura for marriage. To colonize the land and own it. The land was well endowed with resources. Gold that sprouted and lavishly polished the land of Ura. The three rivers promised a handful of development. The ridges underneath were fully endowed with iron. The people themselves would implore labour to give him laurel. This would always appraise the smile on his face upon confining his desires to himsel
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A child flung the door of his hut open. Rubs his eyes, still feeling dizzy. Collects firewood from a fireplace at the corner of the hut. Blows the air to make the amber part of the firewood produce a flame. He becomes consistent for a moment but it does not light up. Ashes are lubricated on his face as he tried to blub his eyes with his hand due effect of the smoke that profusely filled the hut making his eyes watery. He swings the firewood severally until a spark of flame contours over the firewood. He smiled.He staggers out of the hut with his chest bare. He was very sure, he was lazy. He never attended the morning rituals at Kamano. Kamano was situated between river Thiita and Thuura. A ridge that Mugwe rested upon his death. This was the ridge he communicated a message from. Just before the ridge of Kamano, another ridge hindered it from river Thiita. They just boarded. The ridge was Njiru, from its shade of black that towered the land of Ura from the west. Two burning arrows m
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The red carpet lavishly produced a faintly escort to Mark Slater. The door of the latest furnished room shone brightly. It was gold coated. It reflected his well-built body as it curved his shadow giving respect, loyalty and ushering in the majesty. Mark Slater was eager to see Laura for the second time. The first time was when she even spared his life at the oil rig massacre. And the second time was that time close.His eyes were introduced into a new erotica room. Well brushed walls with white paint. The scarlet carpet extends its way into the room. A picture of love entanglement puzzles the wall end front. Another picture of a two-way despair situation fumbles a girl. The pictures were well clung to the wall. Candles were well installed at every corner. It was in the daytime, and the candle's presence renounced its importance at night. Two steps and he's welcomed by a site of a drum filled with lukewarm water and sprinkled with tiny leaves and flowers that wafted their scent to ev
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Christine regains her consciousness gradually. She could feel the hopeless state in her body. The restlessness in every joint. A severe backache that harnessed her ability to control mobility. She felt strangled to death on her neck. She hardly had a breath nor a joule to propel raising her head. Glad her brain would access every sense. The death tolled her life and gave her some time to repent if she had to do. She tried to scream but only opened her mouth, she could master to. Her body was in a numb state. It would take decades to lift her legs though she could feel they were spread apart. Her hands and eyelids were too heavy for her. Only tears welled out of her eyes soaking her ears for she lay on her back.Her hope had been killed. Her life had been dismantled and now she lay like a stormed building. Her chance of life survival depended on the creator just as a stormed house depended on the radioactive energy of the bomb. Christine's revival of her memory contemplated her situati
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“Laura! Laura…” Mark Slater regains his consciousness. Still his eyes fumbled, he entrusts his right hand to search for Laura near him. His head lay with right cheek on the brown furnished table. His hand slightly pushes a wine glass that was on the edge of the table making it enjoy the ample ground of the red carpet, broken for the rest. He snoozes a little, still trying to figure out the existence of Laura and his situation. He pushes back his head a little, hitting the noble red wine bottle, making it stumble but could not resist the gravity action. It lay hopelessly, broken into pieces and spilling the little wine in it. A door swings open creaking. “Where is she? Laura my … I think, sliming juicy would be better to refer to. Can’t get enough of you. Would you be …” He mumbled words slowly. He could feel his body was so weak. He gradually tries to raise his head. His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors.“Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater com
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