บททั้งหมดของ Malaika: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

  THE barren forest was dark and serene. The absence of the moon added the eerie around where the dead trees perfectly concealed. Even the temperature was humid, and since the altitude was relatively high, its location made it harder for an average human to gasp for air. Malaika sprinted fast so that she could no longer sense the danger engulfing her body. It had been the sixth day of her Santiguar—the sacred rite of her tribe given to children aged seven to ten-year-old. An ancient tradition which all the participants should survive seven days around the forest, alone. It was a test for survival to determine which shapeshifting attributes they could exercise at an early age. They blindfolded them on their first day upon reaching their respective locations. One more day left, and it will be over. She would survive unscathed. She knew her abilities already. Malaika could shapeshift in different animal forms. Although it required

  AS Yulli watched the fire as if mesmerized, Malaika gazed at him as if he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. The burning ember warmly reflected in his golden eyes. He had always been gentle on her, even if everyone was showing their disappointment. He played and sparred with her when Alleki was not around. Yulli always found different ways to entertain her when everything was falling apart. After a decade, he became their brilliant strategist. Their meeting place was below the massive century-old tree, where a cave lies beneath the lush forest grasses. The furrow was wide enough for at least twenty persons. Malaika accidentally found this place when she was hunting sometime five years ago. They somehow renovated the cave to make it more comfortable—the smell of fresh flowers and burning firewood mixed in the surroundings. “Now that I am the new commander, I expect more of you. We need to do our best to protect Hala. Especially these day

  THE team battle began. This time, the entire forest was their battlefield. They gave each team a specific flag with a number. The mechanics were simple. They must protect their flag because they would lose if another group got a hold of it. And to win, their squad should get another two flags from a different team. Winners must have three flags in total. Malaika’s team owned an orange flag with a number seven. It would have been easier if there were no time limit, but they only had to finish the task until sundown. “Princess, keep our flag.” Yulli insisted. “Are you certain about his?” she asked her teammates. “Never doubt yourself,” Yulli reassured her. Malaika nodded. “All right.” “We will attack head-on. We can’t make this easy; the clock is ticking.” Yulli tightened his black armband, where a warrior’s emblem was carefully crafted. “Understood.” They said in unison. Pierre was an excellent tracker. He

  ALL the participants for the final battle were inline into the ground of the Ezana forest. The spectators were almost doubled compared to yesterday. Malaika observed everyone that gathered around the battlefield. Most were familiar faces coming from a well-known family. True enough, each clan had sent their best warrior to compete, and they were winning up to this stage. The chieftain expressed his high hopes to every warrior who proudly stood on the battleground. He was seated in the middle of an elevated stage along with the council of elders. “The most awaited final battle came at last. I announced last night that this is going to be a head-to-head fight. All of you are aware of the danger, and some of you might die. However, I trust in you not to reach that point. To surrender, the participant will only raise their hands….” Zuyesh Thronsden explained the simple rule of the final test. The tribe leader went on, “And with that, we will only c

  THE disappointment in the Chieftain’s eyes was unconcealed. It was the first thing Malaika observed when she regained her consciousness. She laid flat on the queen-sized bed inside her room. Her father stood a meter away along with Alleki. She slowly got up and leaned her back on the headboard. She couldn’t meet her father’s gaze. She felt his tremendous regret for having her as his daughter. Well, nothing new. It has been like this from the time she lost her power. “This is what I’m worried about. You almost died in Yulli’s hand!” The Chieftain deeply exhaled. The line in his forehead deepened. Looking at his father, he looked younger at his actual age. Yet, at fifty-two, his body was still fit. She only got his black hair, but the rest of her features came from her mother. “My apologies, I embarrassed you again, Father.” She turned her head to the open window beside her and focused on the gigantic trees outside where wild white orchid