The Amori clan had been defeated by the two hundred thousand Funni warriors. They had captured their women and babies aged zero to three and reconstituted them into their village making them twice as large as before.
The Samari clan whom had infiltrated the Funni clan, holding some of their warriors hostages in their new settlement haven gotten the message about their king’s disappearance on a self destructive mission of no coming back, set out to the Funni to conquer them altogether with their subordinate clans of Amori women and children as well as the amalgamated Abaki clan.
The set forth to the Funni clan and so did they conquer them and mixed their women with their men and took away their children to their new settlement.
“Your king has been eaten by the wild animals that we hunt for meal. They had exercised a revenge on your king and had him on their sharp edged teeth and devoured him into pieces, leaving no trace of a bone as lead to his body and no blood stain to perceive his aroma. Here ….” Hippoo the leader of the Samari clan addressed the Funni clan. He stooped to call upon Kabahka who came to stand beside him. Kabahka bent his face so low to the ground. “Here is Kabahka, one of our men who I had sent as spies, just like so many of them who lived among you and those who lost their lives in the desert in disguise of being a Funni. They have gone to rest and shall awaken in another planet different from this one.” The people were marveled upon this revelation and trebled before him and his clans and pleaded for their mercy.
The kinds were marveled that there was another planet somewhere where they do not know about and that if anyone dies here, shall sleep here and wake up in the other planet just as Hippoo had claimed.
“I shall take charge over everyone in the land and your people the Funni clan as well as the Abaki clan shall pay homage to the Samari clan with meat every seven days. This order shall not be altered by any family made up man and women and children otherwise I shall not be forced to slain you to death one by one.” He collected the bone from Kabahka and the slab stone which King Zoomorah had wrote on. “Here is the bone of your king.”
The people made noise from everywhere as they clamored and rejoiced for the death of King Zoomorah. There was dancing and rejoicing in the land and now they paid their allegiance to the new leader from Samari clan. On that day he was made king over the three tribes. King Hippoo the first was his royal name and the dynasty which stretched forth from the Funni clan and Abaki down to the new settlement of the Samari clan was named Samori land to remember the unity that had existed in the land between the clans especially the Amori clan which have been annihilated from the planet. Every individual from these exitence were called Samorian and there was no longer discrepancy as to whether a person of a kind was from a particular clan.
Two nights after the installment of King Hippoo the first. Kabahka gathered his household and told them they were going to leave by the half moon light that shone at night time. That night he had explained to them why they must leave the Samori empire.
“The King Zoomorah is not dead but still alive in the desert and he is out looking for great powers beyond the impossibility realm. When he has found that which he desired he shall return and wage war against King Hippoo the first and destroy him with ease and the people would again return under his reign. I have to flee from this territory because it would not be safe for me here. The King Hippoo had lied to these people and concealed what is true from them, he had broken the slab stone which the King Zoomorah had wrote to his people with his own blood and bone from his flesh. I owe him my life because he had given up his own in the desert for us, whom he had called his disciples. But I must leave at once before anyone notice my departure.” Kabahka explained to his wives. They were five women and one at the time was pregnant. With him and his five women he left secretly.
The message got to the King Hippoo the first about his sneak out from the Samorite empire. The king at once sent men after him. Kabahka had journeyed for six days when the men from Samorite captured him and his women and they took them back to the empire, to the king of Samori.
King Hippoo at once gave orders for his head to be cut off and separated from his body. The night of the day he was brought to the Samori empire, he was tied up both hands to a tree and they had his legs tied up as well, there with a stick his head was beaten until it gave a loud blow and with sharp edged stones they cut the head from the rest of the body in the audience of everybody. The people neither rejoiced or make a sound… There was a solemnity of silence in the empire as the king administered his absolute veto on one of their own. Kabahka’s head was hung on to a stick and was raised high and planted at the entrance of the King’s cottage where he lived. His wives he had to himself and for the sake of pregnancy could not sleep with Ogara, one of Kabahka’s wives who was with a pregnant stomach. The king had her to be one of his slaves together with men and women they had captured during their battle with the Funni clan.
Ogara lived among the Funni kinds to serve the king as his slave. Altogether in the slave settlement they were one hundred and thirty thousand of both men and women, with their children. The slaves were given a portion of land close to the territory to inhabit and work for the king. They were allowed to sleep and make more babies which would in future serve as younger inlets, some who would be made warriors and some servants to the throne.
The blood moon rose like an omen, swollen and red, casting a harsh glow through the thin curtains of Thelma’s home. The children were asleep, or so she believed, but the silence in the house was not peaceful. It was thick with tension—as though even the walls held their breath.Thelma stood before the mirror, no longer flinching at what stared back. Her eyes now carried the glow of embers, faint but steady, like a coal that refused to die. Her skin, once soft and bronze, had developed scale-like textures along her shoulder blades. It itched where wings longed to sprout.She whispered to her reflection, “Tonight, the tale changes.”Downstairs, a door creaked.She turned sharply.It was Saint. Awake again. Watching her.“Momma,” he said, “someone is here.”The knock came before she could speak. Slow. Measured. Deliberate.Thelma stepped away from Saint and descended the stairs. Her heartbeat no longer raced in moments like these. It slowed. It focused.She opened the door.A woman stood
The moon was full the night Thelma dreamt of blood.It was the kind of night where everything whispered. The air seemed to carry secrets and the trees danced to a wind that had no rhythm. Thelma lay still in bed, Saint curled beside her, his tiny hands tucked beneath his cheek. The cold of Britain did not reach her; her dreams were warmer, yet not comforting. They were too alive. Too loud.She saw flames. Not just fire, but blue fire, licking the skies like it had a mind of its own. And in its heart, a dragon—not just any, but one with scales that shimmered like obsidian and eyes that carried her reflection.She stood barefoot in the sand of a blood-soaked field, her hands covered in ashes and claw marks. Screams echoed around her, but none were from her lips. Her mouth was sealed by some ancient vow she had forgotten, yet her body remembered every syllable.Then it came—the shadow figure.She had seen him once before. In another dream. Or was it in the eyes of Alex, the preacher? Or
The moon was full the night Thelma dreamt of blood.It was the kind of night where everything whispered. The air seemed to carry secrets and the trees danced to a wind that had no rhythm. Thelma lay still in bed, Saint curled beside her, his tiny hands tucked beneath his cheek. The cold of Britain did not reach her; her dreams were warmer, yet not comforting. They were too alive. Too loud.She saw flames. Not just fire, but blue fire, licking the skies like it had a mind of its own. And in its heart, a dragon—not just any, but one with scales that shimmered like obsidian and eyes that carried her reflection.She stood barefoot in the sand of a blood-soaked field, her hands covered in ashes and claw marks. Screams echoed around her, but none were from her lips. Her mouth was sealed by some ancient vow she had forgotten, yet her body remembered every syllable.Then it came—the shadow figure.She had seen him once before. In another dream. Or was it in the eyes of Alex, the preacher? Or
I found myself creeping in the lab room where the general was keeping the rest of the army, these were humans of my kind whom have been captured during the transportation into the new world where they had lied to us was a paradise where they lived and where our greater God lived. I had all had these things they said about paradise in our head and that all we could think of was to be there someday to see with our own eyes before the cold hands of death laid upon us, but from a first hand account I am telling you these people are no good. They had lied to us all along about promising future somewhere over board when we reached our destination, but unknown to us that we were never going to reach our destination any day from now. From a first hand account I could tell you that this people from the over seas were no good kinds, they had taken us to be what we never knew that we would become. Now we were slaves to them and they were masters to my kinds.The lights in the lab room was turned
I was in the middle of nowhere when her voice brought me back to my consciousness and immediately I was conscious I was not seeing the dark smoke again. She was carrying a large saucer plate containing sea food just the usual we have been feeding from the day one on our departure from our land in Africa into the Atlantic. The content of the saucer was steaming up with little smoke into the thin air, I perceived with great pleasure enthusiastically awaited her to usher me to feast on the offering she had brought from where ever in the part of the ship these foods were being prepared. I was feeling hungry and craving for anything that is edible to ease the stomach from ache and crumbing with an angry spoon to scoop out anger and aggression you had not known was hidden in your body, this left my body desiring for the feast to take place without a haste of any kind. My mouth this time was salivating, getting the tongue sidelines and it’s edge wet and mild for intake and at that moment I c
“I was in the apocalypse Cortex, I saw everything that happened. Your general or who ever that is behind this should be stopped. I had seen this people eating themselves alive, they were turned into white walkers, they were alive but dead, feeding on humans and sucking up their bloods, this is no good Cortex believe me when I tell you.” I said to her.“I believe you Thelma.” she responded. “Now what else… did you see?” she asked slowly this time.I looked at her…and said to her. “After the apocalypse, I saw a man he was much more of their kind, handsome and good man…”“There are no good man, Thelma.” she cuts in.I had thoughts about my lover Afamefuna, he was a good and love able man, the father of my son, no he was indeed a good man.“No there is, but he is not here.” I opposed.“Even if there was, we are now friends Thelma, believe me too. There is no good man. The general is a man, he is no good, don’t you think so?” she smiled at me saying. “Hmm Thelma, where is this man you talk