All Chapters of GINI: The Wicked Saviour: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ikenna then chuckled with mockery when Uche grumbled and shifted uneasily in his seat. “Why not bring yours?” Uche glared angrily. The two men started arguing, and soon, the small room turned to an uproar as each man tries to voice down the other.“The elf and dragons have destroyed us already.” Pa Uta whispered weakly. The room quieted down when they heard his voice. It was so soft but powerful enough for those arguing to halt. He was the chief of Umudike—the mage—and even though the threekingdom had been beaten into one by the whip of the taskmasters.

“Or could it be that the taskmasters are already in the village square?” Dodo asked. “That would be the best explanation then, they’ve been gone for two weeks now, I just hope they came with more bread this time?” Ginika said. He looked over his shoulders, this time hoping to catch Zahra’s eyes, but the girl seemed distracted.

Everybody was in the village, from a day old baby to the oldest adult. They were all watching the men who were displaying their magical powers. All their worries from earlier were nothing. It was still better to see the village men all alive and well despite the weird fire around them. “Bread!” Ginika suddenly exclaimed with excitement when his eyes fell upon the taskmaster’s wagon. “I can’t wait to have a taste of that delicious bread of the taskmaster.” “We should hurry,” Dodo said and took the hands of Gini and Zahra. She tried to beat pass the bodies, which o

He ran as fast as he could. Sweat strolled down Ginika’s brow as he trotted towards the direction of their house, brushing pass the populace and calling out the names of his mother and little brother. The smoky air was harsh on his nostril, and he could taste it somewhere at the back of his throat. As he tried to swallow, he realized just then that there was no fluid in his mouth. His eyes walked pass the palm tree to the shadow beyond the other side of the grass, but he could barely make out the face of anyone from the paleness of the moon. Tugging his wet hair behind his ears, he stopped when he realized that it was a dead end. The disorder in the village square made it impossibl

‘But where are the other members of the circle?’  He bit his lower lips and hid his body behind a palm tree. He wasn’t good at rescuing people, the last time he tried to rescue a teenage boy from being sexually harassed by one male taskmaster, had almost gotten him killed. They had scourged him on a pole and had whipped the living daylight out of him.The scar on Bola’s back pulse as if in agreement to his testimony. He just hoped that the other chief of the village were helping to eva