Daigo Mha Novels & Stories

The boy wiped his tears and hurried up to his feet. "And," Ejima's eyes narrowed, "tell Maazi Ikemba not to burst an artery. He should save the anger of his sword for the foes of the kingdom." "I will, Wise one, I will." The boy bowed and ran out of the compound. Ejima dropped her broom reluctantly and walked into her hut. She hung the ritual robe—made from the hide of an antelope—over her pelt and collected her divination bag. This was not her job. Her job was to accept burnt offerings from the people. She was not responsible for the daily activities of the village. Why would the Dibia travel out of the community like that?

"President Doug Douglas, I would like to introduce Colonel Dooley Marco, commanding officer of the 17th DBLE. Colonel, this is the honorable Marcus Doug Douglas, President of the Confederacy, a two star admiral, and chairman of Doug Douglas Enterprises" Doug Douglas stuck out his hand. His smile was open and friendly. "The captain forgot to mention that I'm past President, a reserve admiral, and retired from my company. A has been if there ever was one". Marco accepted the hand, discovered that it was hard as a rock, and knew why the other man looked so familiar. Every cadet who passed through the academy was required to study the Midvalian wars, and more than a few references to the now fam