Last son of Halios chapter 1

Every beginning is born from an ending… some are soft and gentle like an evening breeze others are harsh and bleak…
It is the ending of one story that structures another.
A young woman, white haired and tanned skin wearing a golden armor with silver trimming, leisurely drags along a bruised and bleeding chubby man by the hair to the edge of a citadel’s veranda overlooking the destruction of a city and a genocide of its people.
Lifting up to her eye level, she squeezed the man’s cheeks affectionately before giving him a backhand that sends him back to the floor.
Picking the man yet again, she cradles him, her clawed glove carving words into his face. As the frightened man begins to whimper, she gently places her finger to his lips, which he acknowledged by shutting up.

“My dear Reis Pallamur, how does it feel to see everything and everyone you know and love die? Its a curious feeling isn’t it? Allow everything you see to be etched permanently into your soul. With this you have nowhere and no one to turn to. Don’t worry I will never tire of you.”

The sudden call of port from the men aboard roused the man now calling himself Gaxis Mur from slumber. Sitting up an taking a sip from a bedside bottle of brandy, he stumbled out of bed and began setting the brace for his near useless left arm. Brace set with no apparent issues, he begins to pack up his load scattered around the cabin. It was a fairly expensive cabin on a fairly expensive ship. It had cost him quite a pretty penny to ride on this ship but it had been worth it. Two weeks of comfort and the fact that someone of his looks could get in at all was a blessing.
Burnt, scarred skin all over his body, one near useless arm supported by a a mechanical brace and armed with enough charms and guns to battle a small clan.
Picking his bags and exiting the cabin, Gaxis pulls his hood over his face. People react funny to his looks and he was pretty sensitive this morning.
It had been awhile since he had such a clear dream of the past. Normally it was all jumbled and ragged but this one was pretty clear. The day everything ended.
Getting down from the boat he took a breath of air and sighed.

“A new land, a new opportunity and a chance for a new beginning.”

Being on a new continent, he had to be safer than what was left of back home.

Meanwhile in the mining town of Serida, a couple lay in bed enjoying each other’s company when a low gong of the alarm rouses the male out of bed. Dressing quickly Kayle Mimnon looks back at Jenna, his beloved as she sat in bed brooding

“Don’t go.”

She said holding the sheets tightly.

“Jenna please… it’s my sworn duty.”

“You may think so, but is it really?”

She noted, as Kayle sat on a chair to wear his boots.

“Twice now, the powers of the holy maiden and the dreaded warrior have abandoned you mid battle and you only survived through luck. Its too dangerous to keep mixing the two powers together!”

“What can I do? Every few weeks the mad witch Y sends another one of her monsters to rob the sacred mines.
And so far it’s only by welding both powers that I’ve stood a chance against them.”

Walking to her and kissing her lightly, he holds her face in his hands.

“I’m doing this for you. I love you.”

That said he rushes out of the room leaving his anxious lover behind.

A few minutes later he’s at the temple of the holy maiden, the holy site of Serida and also where Amerin the Elder responsible for the AGU system resided. He was a pale thin man who seemed more like a ghost than any living creature, but had a stare that could pierce your very soul.
it was with this stare that he greeted Kayle as he entered the hidden chamber of the temple.

“problem with Jenna?”

Avoiding his questioning look, Kayle collected a necklace with a large ruby from the old man.

“Nothing serious. How is it?”

“The worst has happened. Y herself has decided to march towards the city. Intercepting her before she gets here is this town’s only hope!”

Kayle’s eyes widened as he made a quick realization.

“If she’s decided to come herself, that means this is the best chance to end this conflict once and for all.”

“That may be true, but you cannot weld both the power of the maiden and the warrior together! Your AGU form won’t last. At least call your lady, her ability would surely ease the task.”

Concerned, Amerin places his hand on Kayle’s shoulder. Kayle however shakes his head, clutching the chain tight.

“No… I can’t do that. I’ve lost many a ally fighting that witch. I can’t bring her into this. I can do this. I can finish this quick enough to avoid my AGU failing again.”

Amerin sighed as he made a motion with his hands blessing the young man.

“I pray for your safe return.”

Maybe I should have just gone on a cheaper boat, sighed Gax as he made his way through the swampy marsh.
He had underestimated the greed of the costoms officials and the varied taxes he had to pay just to be allowed to bring his gear on land. Now he was forced to walk his way to the nearest town.
But an hour ago he had been strangely compelled to pass through the marsh. Bringing out a blade and a gun, he shifts the branches out of the way as he cautiously viewed his surroundings. He would have ignored the feeling if not for the tales he had heard of great warriors driven to madness fighting the compulsion. Better he goes in prepared for a fight than become another wretched being. Suddenly he felt a presence. A rotten putrid, abominable force right in front of him. Biting into one of his neck charms, he quickly says an incantation to which his body is filled with a warm glow.
He heard it and wished he didn’t. The roars, screeches and howls of several abominibeasts were bowing to a creature sitting on a throne of bones. It was a skull faced witch, with three pairs of arms, long dirty hair and dressed in what used to be a white dress now marked with blood, mud and whatever things Gax did not want to think about.
Noticing his presence, the witch began to laugh, several staves appearing in each of her six hands.

“Hee hee my pretties! Before the glorious slaughter that awaits us, I’ ll have a little snack!”

This is going to be problematic noted Gax as he saw a seven foot chimera being shoved by an even bigger patchwork monster both struggling to be the first to eat him.
Blade in hand, Gax slashed the ankles of the larger beast causing it to crash into a tree.
Firing a few well placed shots from his gun, he put down the smaller chimera.
As more monsters appear around him, Gax fires and slashes his way through them.
As Gax takes a quick look at the bone throne, He realises that the witch is no longer seated there.

“Shit.”

“Heeee Heeee!!!”

Gax is barely able to leap out of the way as the witch welding a large spike, crashes into the ground, the impact throwing Gax into a pile of corpses.

“Madness doesn’t seem so bad after all.”

Gax mumbles as he staggers out of the pile, pushing stray limbs out of the way. Suddenly finding himself face to face with a crazed witch, Gax unloads his guns on her to little effect.
Lifted by the shirt, Gax is hurled into the air, crashing into some nearby shrubbery. Bleeding and disorientated, Gax feels something slimy around his neck only to discover that it’s the witches tongue.
Using her tongue this time, she hurls him back into the swampy waters.
Spitting out mud, Gax makes a quick look at what’s left of his inventory. Blades were scattered all over the grass out of reach, guns were ruined from the swamp mud.
As if that wasn’t enough, the protective charm he had activated had long faded. Gax sighed as he realized it was over.
As if in acknowledgement of his plight, the witch makes a quick hand gesture,mutters a few words and everything goes black for Gax.
Everything becomes still and quiet except for a familiar voice which sent chills through him.

“Why did you ever think you could run from me?”

Gax’s eyes widen as familiar golden gauntlets wrap round his shoulders.

“There is no one who hates you as much as I do and yet I love you the most. Isn’t it the same for you? You hate me yet I’m the only one in your heart..”

Gax begins to choke as the Golden gauntlets held his throat, squeezing the life out of him.

“You belong to me Reis, your miserable life, essence and memories are mine to use as I please. I guess I just have…”

A sudden light explodes an Gax is back to his senses, finding himself in the witches grasp, with her staring angrily at a new vistor.

“Your menace ends here Y!!!”

Kayle glared at the enemy of his home land who seemed about to feast on some unfortunate soul.

“You again? Has the deaths of the rest of your merry crew taught you nothing White AGU? You must be missing them terribly to be facing me alone.”

Throwing her prey aside, the witch summoned her staves as she marched towards the AGU warrior.

“Maiden spear!”

Even as he summoned the pearl white spear, Kayle could feel it. The two energies were not mixing well causing severe fluctuations in his power. He needed to end this battle quickly.
The impact of their intial clash could surely be heard from miles away.
Y summoned chains, demons and spectral agents, whom Kayle easily broke, destroyed and banished with his spear. Fustrated, Y lashes out herself at the AGU warrior toe to toe, knocking him around due to her speed and superior number of limbs. Kayle manages to recover blinding and burning her with a blast of divine light.
Spin kicking her into the mud, Kayle charges his spear to give the final finisher when it suddenly disappears.
Caught off guard Kayle is suddenly stabbed by a gigantic needle.

” I do not know what just happened to you AGU and I don’t care. What I do know is that you fall today.”

Y dashes at him, her fingernails enlongating to large jagged claws. Kayle manages to dodge the first few attacks but the wound from the needle slowed him down. Grabbing the end of the needle, Y summons several other needles the size of swords and impales Kayle over and over and over, summoning more needles when she ran out.
By the time she was done, the AGU warrior had become a bloody pincushion as it drops to the ground.
Howling like a mad dog, the witch made a little dance around the corpse and vanished into thin air.
At the temple the Elder Amerin shed a tear as he knelt by a pool in his chamber… the worst had happened, he had felt Kayle die and the power of the maiden return to the temple.
As explosions and screams began to echo from above, the elder confused asks a single question.

“Where is the power of the warrior?”

Wake up… wake up child of Halios. Sleeping is the last thing you should be doing.

Gax groaned pulling his battered body together as he got to his feet. Before him stood a shadowy being whose eyes glowed white. He felt no malice from it, actually he felt a cool calming aura surrounding it.

“Lemme guess, you’re the entity that drew me here to get my ass kicked?”

More or less. I am one of the two powers that protect the mining town of Serida, a place due west of your current location.
I am the Dark warrior, the shadow of the holy maiden.

“And what would you want from me?”

I had originally planned to recruit you to our cause and aid the current AGU but… Now that he has fallen, I must ask you to take his place and defeat the witch Y.

Taking a quick look at the corpse of the AGU warrior before him, Gax shakes his head.

” Erm… I can understand the need for a replacement vessel for your power but aren’t there others in Serida who would serve your needs better?”

Why go back there when the perfect vessel stands right before me. You are a natural fit for the power I represent unlike you predecessor. Besides I can provide a means of dealing with the problem you have been running from. A chance to redeem yourself to your fallen homeland.

Gax stood still, clenching his fist into a ball. He hated situations like this, ones where he didn’t really have a choice in the matter. But on the other hand it was exceedingly rare to be chosen by a deity to weld it’s power. If he wanted to ever stop running and stand a chance against her, this was a good way to start.

“I’ll accept your offer, that’s the least I owe the warrior that died in my place.”

The town smoulders, blood and rubble decorating it’s streets. Behavioral corrections officers, Mages and Even the elite guards lay either bleeding or dead as their bodies littered all the way from the town square to the Cheif’s palace and to the sacred mines.
A mixture of loud laughter and sobs emanate from the entrance of the mine.
Her dress dyed crimson, Y cackled as she dragged a young platinum girl by the hair towards a massive sealed door.
Touching the door, Y clawed at it like an impatient child wanting her present.

“My dear princess stephanie, have you ever heard the story of why this mine is considered sacred?”

Nonchalantly shaking the girls head via her hair,

“Course you do! Its basic knowledge for the ruling family of this little dump. Though obviously it’s the edited version.”

Pulling the the princess up so that she could stare into her frightened teary eyes, Y chuckled to herself.

“Want to hear my version? There’s only one answer to that question!”

“Yes…”

“Wonderful! Children of today are so thoughtful! I only had to raze your town to get you interested!… where is that old coot anyway? I thought he’ld personally try challenging me, not that he had a chance… Oh yes I almost forgot! my story…once upon a time there was great Demon who ruled his country with a mighty fist, he was deemed unstoppable until one day a certain man found a stone that granted him incredible powers. Using the stone he slew the demon and became a hero. A mage realising the potential for the stone set about searching for it until he found a whole massive deposit underground. To protect his stash, he sacrificed his daughter and her husband to become the guidian entities of his little mine. That would be the origin of your AGU.”

Patting the wall affectionately.

“Imagine all that power, in the hands of incompetent hacks who don’t know any better! Could you imagine what I could do with the power within these stones? I want to find out.”

Extending a single claw, Y stabs into the princess’s hand and begins writing a set of runes, taking care to “refill” her pen via soaking her claw in the stab wound.

“Such a hassle isn’t it? Every time the sacred mine is to be opened, protocol, protocol, protocol. I don’t have time for that. I do the easy thing, blood of the mage’s descendant, the appropriate runes and last of all a death!”

She raises the sobbing girl’s head preparing to smash it into the door, when a large blade slices her hand off.

“Arrrrgh!”

The witch screams as a figure dashes in punching her into the walls of the mine shaking it and then hurls her out of the tunnel.
Princess stephanie shudders as she raises her head to thank her savior but he’s already gone.
Getting to her feet, Y hissed, two of her hands caressing the stump as her eyes glowed in anger.

“So Amerin’s prepared another AGU already? That is fast even for him. I should thank him though for giving me two warriors to kill in one day!”

“Who’s Amerin?”

At those words, Y’s Jaw dropped in shock.
The figure before her wore exactly the same armor as the other AGU she had just recently vanquished. But his color seemed slightly off. While the othe one was pure white, this was a dirty grey.
But what had her attention most was the weapon he welded.
It was a pair of large sickles bound by a long spiked chain, the kind of weapon that craved blood.
Almost immediately she summoned a great beast at the Agu who decapitate it in a single blow but is then kicked into a statue.
Recovering quickly, the Agu defends against her hand to hand attacks with the chain, soon accelerating his movements and becoming the main aggressor in the flurry of attacks that had the combatants dancing around Serida’s town centre.
The tone of the battle changes when the Agu slices off two more of Y’s hands.
As she staggered back screaming curses, the Agu kicks away the severed limbs.

“Three more to go…”

“Still enough to kill you.”

Says Y as her remaining limbs transform into long necked dragon heads that knock the Agu into a house. He slices at the heads to little effect. Grabbing his leg, Y’s dragon limbs hurl him into the air and bath him in fire.
Seeing him crash into the ground, the witch smirks.

“Weapon mode L. ”

In an instant the dragon heads fly into the air, now detached from the witch revert back to clawed hands twitching on the ground.
Now armless, Y stares at the mine, staggering backwards as she sees the Agu emerge from the smoke with two large broad swords.

“I… Surrender! I have no arms!!”

The Agu silently drops the swords which disappear.

“Neither do I.”

In a smooth motion, the Agu grabs Y by the neck and chokeslams her to the ground.
As she gasps, the Agu’s fist hits her face… once, twice, again and again he pummels her into the ground until she’s barely recognizable.

“Weapon mode T”

A large shotgun appears in his arm which he points at her head. He fires several shots into her, each shot vaporizing where hit.
When there was nothing left of her to shoot, he takes a moment to survey the damage caused by the battle.
But as people come out from hiding he makes a decision.
Coming out of the damaged temple, Amerin is able to see a glimpse of the Agu leaping away from the town.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Landing back at the swamp, Gax took a deep breath as he dispelled the Agu armor. Despite some aches and bruising he felt such a rush. He had never experienced such a victory before. Such power at his grasp.
Gax gasped as he looked at his arms… they were normal. His skin was completely healed… and his left arm was fine. He even had hair…

I see that you are quite pleased with your new self recovery ability.

The shadowy figure appeared in front of him, his tone obviously pleased.

“Thank… you. It feels so good to be normal again.”

Taking another look at his deceased predecessor, he wondered aloud.

“Why could u heal me and yet not him?”

You are my true avatar, he was merely borrowing power from me if you can tell the difference. Speaking of which, I need you to do something for me.

Amerin was at the entrance of the temple comforting a family when the Agu warrior landed holding a body wrapped in a sheet. Placing the body before the crushed elder, he briefly nods and turns to walk away.

“Wait!! Who are you?”

“I am no one you know of.”

Amerin steps forward towards the Agu warrior who had turned to face him.

“If you knew to drop him here then you have an idea of who I am. Show me who you are. Let me help you master this power. The risks in…”

“I do not wish to offend you elder but the fact that your latest protege died doesn’t fill me with confidence in your teachings.”

With that said the Agu leaps off leaving an astounded Amerin in his wake.

hope this chapter was to your liking.

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A Fair Amount Of Co Incidences

Today was a rather weird day for me. Due to the fact that im of the big sized person, I try to do a little more excercise when I am able. I do this by walking to the office / back home from the office on alternate days. so today I walked to the office on the way I met two different friends of mine who offered to give me a lift. I couldn’t accept cuz it would ruin the whole point of walking there myself.
On my way back I met my cousin, my Aunt and another friend who helped walk me to the house.
why do I consider this unusual? normally I see no one during my walks…
I hope my guardian angel isn’t squandering my monthly luck quota.

Gaea’s Knight chapter 1

In a crowded family restaurant in Lagos, two young men are having a meal at the window seats. The darker, short haired and stockier of the two, Jide Omoyemi wore a green-red jersey on brown khaki shorts, eating a meal of chips and chicken while drinking from a soda can. His paternal cousin Kunle Omoyemi combing through his afro and dressed in plain tee shirt and trousers, was leaning backwards on his seat and reading a book with furrowed brows. Jide stares at his spectacled cousin, drumming his fingers against the table impatiently, but Kunle is too engrossed in the book to look up.

“You made it sound like there was an emergency cuz. I didn’t come to watch you read some book.”

Jide says finally.

Kunle, slightly startled puts the book down and smiles apologetically.

“So sorry. It’s actually because of this book that I felt that u should see as soon as possible.”

Picking up the book, Jide couldn’t help but notice kunle’s eager stare. Looking at the cover, Jide notes that it’s a fairly battered leather bound book with strange silver inscriptions written on it. Flipping through the pages of the book he looks up to see his cousin still staring excitedly, his glasses glinting under the florescent light.

“So…what do you think?”

Shaking his head confusedly, Jide slides the book back.

“What is it supposed to be? I don’t understand any of it.”

He admits, shrugging his shoulders.

“It’s called a book of illumination”

“A book of what? Is it a cult thing?”

Jide asked taking a sip from his drink.
Kunle shakes his head, leans closer and then whispers.

“Do you ever wondered if there were other worlds? Dimensions apart from our own?”

Now puzzled Jide shakes his can, nearly letting the contents spill out.

“Erm what? What have you smoked this morning?”

A little disappointed at his younger cousin’s response, Kunle sighs.

“Should have realised this was something that is better shown. Come to my place next week, I need to show you something. Promise me you’ll come.”
Looking at his watch, Jide shrugs and gets up from his seat.

“Ok ok. Depends on what lectures I have next week man.”
Kunle, his face in a darkened expression, says in a low monotone.

“You need to make the time. You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah….I get it. I’ll come this time don’t be so grumpy about it.”

The cousins share a quick hug then go their separate ways, Jide for his university, Kunle back to his job at the breweries.

The days moved rather quickly for Jide Omoyemi. Rarely had he seen his serious minded cousin excited over anything not less calling in old debts. Rubbing some old scars on his neck and shoulder, he sighed aloud during a lecture and got scolded. However though, he did owe his cousin a lot of favors. If he felt some old dusty book was important enough call to him out of lectures, he of all people deserved the audience.

On the day of the meet after the long hassle that is the public transport system, Jide finally got to kunle’s apartment block in the middle of a sweaty afternoon. While Jide himself was a student
In his 200 levels, Kunle was already a working man and even had his own place up on the island. A three room apartment on the second floor was a splendid pad for a single man in his late twenties.
Jide sighed as he climbed the steps of the building, if only his cousin wasn’t the kind that valued personal space he would be so happy to share the space, even if it was 2 hours away from his university.
Knocking on the door, Jide finds the door opened by a girl with short hair dressed in a dmx tee shirt and denim skirt. Jide groaned as he recognized his younger sister Bisi Omoyemi. If there was such a thing as a natural nemesis, she was it for Jide Omoyemi. As siblings the two had never had anything close to a cordial relationship. Seeing her older brother Bisi glared at him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Jide hissing like a pissed off snake, pushes her aside and enters the room. Looking around the apartment he was about to turn back to say a few words when Kunle called from the bedroom.

“Is it Jide? Thank God we can begin finally I was thinking you would never come”.

Keeping a fair distance from each other, Jide and Bisi walk down the corridor to Kunle’s bedroom. The last time he was here, kunle’s bedroom was basically set up like those in shopping magazines. Every item had its own spot, every sheet was in order. He had always been slightly jealous seeing as his room was always in a state of chaos. But today… things were very different. The room was a complete mess… the walls were lined with hundreds of different inscriptions and symbols, none which Jide could recognize. Kunle was squatting at a corner of the room in front of a large crystal mirror writing some more incantations in paint. Walking up to him, Jide hisses loudly.

“You could have told me you were inviting her.”

Kunle, shakes his head while continuing his inscription.

“Telling you that would be the best way to make sure you wouldn’t come.”

“The doors that way if you can’t deal with it idiot.”

“Stop that Bisi or you’ll have to leave, do you want that?”

“N…no. Kunle I’ll be nice.”

Kunle motions to the two of them to sit down on the floor in front of the mirror. Jide hesitates for a bit surprised at Bisi’s unusual obedience and takes one more look at the room around them.

“This better be good cuz, I’m missing three lectures for this.”

Bisi smirks at him and waves him off.

“Then leave. Nobody need an idiot like you here.”

“Keep out of adult discussion brat.”

“Imbecile”

“I don’t have time for your nonsense…”

“WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN! Please…”

Stunned by kunle’s outburst, Bisi turns her face away while Jide squats beside Kunle. Picking up the book of illumination, Kunle begins reading from it; midway through the incantation it begins echoing in the room like as if they were surrounded by speakers. The younger Omoyemi uncomfortable with the sudden change in atmosphere, squirm in place. Suddenly the room goes unnaturally quiet as Kunle finishes the incantation and the room begins to darken. Jide has a hard time focusing in the sudden darkness but Bisi’s sudden shriek draws his attention.

“Olori jesu! The mirror!”

No longer showing their reflection, the mirror became pitch black, less like a TV and more like a black pit of emptiness. Slowly brightening up, it reveals an image of a countryside where a few individuals in the distance stand,arguing on a pathway. As the image goes for a brief close-up it became certain that these individuals weren’t human. Jide gasped holding his mouth as he saw a girl with hooves and horns shoving a boy that seemed to be made of smoke.
The image shifts and displays a large stone castle but before one could focus on the details, It shifts again to a riverside were several toad-fish-like creatures seemed to be playing. Their faces illuminated by the mirrors light, Jide was confused and astounded, Kunle chuckled in amazement, while Bisi was entranced. Reaching out her hand slowly like she actually wanted to touch that world… noticing her movements, jade’s eyes widen.

“Don’t touch it!!”

But unable to resist, Bisi’s finger gently taps the mirror. Instantly the spell is broken as the mirror returns to normal, the room brightens up and noises from the street below begin to flow through normally again. Kunle shifting his position, stiffly turns to Jide with an excited light in his eyes.

“What do you think now Jide? “

Jide smiles weakly, rubbing the scar on his neck as he looked at the crystal mirror.

“Honestly…it was amazing…where was that? How did you figure how to do this? What the hell is that book?”

Kunle leaning back, pretty much feeling cool with himself had a huge grin on his face.
“Heh. Now you’re into it. Remember when I was working in the cultural centre during my N.Y.S.C? Well one of the visitors a foreign guy was so happy with how I carried my self that he gave it to me. He said I was something special.”

Jide stretched is limbs.

“So it was a gift?”

“You could say so. I read it and found it interesting, so I kept reading it, until I had to give it a go. You know, to see if it was just a load of nonsense, or if there was an ounce of truth in the words.”

Jide pointed to a nearby marking .

“This is more than just giving it a go cuz. You went all out on this.”

Jide turned back to see Bisi still entranced, staring blankly at the mirror with her palm on it. Suddenly irritated, Jide slaps the back of her head.

“Snap out of it joh. Bisi!”

Jide is a little disturbed by Bisi’s reaction which was muted to say the least, he could clearly see the life returning to her eyes, as if she wasn’t quite there while he and Kunle were talking. It took a second slap to bring her back to normal.

“Oww!”

Bisi holds her head in her hands and glares at Jide. Standing up she takes one last longing look at the mirror.

“What are you gonna do with it?”

She asked. Kunle picking up the book of illumination, shrugged.

“Study it some more I guess.”

“You’ll call me when you’re doing something like this again right?”

Kunle nodded and Bisi went to the kitchen to get a drink. Concerned Jide stands up from the floor checking to see if any paint was on his trousers.

“Are you sure Bisi’s all right? She was really out of it. Like she was possessed”

Kunle closing the book, smiled gently at Jide.

“I had a similar reaction when I first did this. She’ll be fine. Besides this incantation only shows us what is on the other world nothing more.”

“Oh okay then.”

Jide shrugged indifferently and took a look at his watch his face suddenly becoming one of alarm.

“EHHEEEN?!! It’s this late already? Guys I seriously have to go. We’ll talk on the phone later alright?”

“Wait, wait why don’t you take something before you go?”

With that exchange the duo leave the messy room, Kunle switching off the light. In the darkened room, the crystal mirror begins to glow.

It’s been just three weeks later and Jide’s…antsy. Ever since he saw that other world something’s changed within him. Little by little, this restless feeling grew. To the point where he doodled symbols and drawings of smoke boys and toadfish men. It even got him in trouble during lectures. After a particularly difficult lecture, Jide laid in bed alone in the hostel room watching professional wrestling. An avid fan he had memorised every single move and wrestling style there was. Wrestling matches were to him like what football was to his mates, a great way for him to cool his nerves. He was particularly pumped watching when his phone rang. Picking it up, Jide at first wants cancel it but seeing his mums call id, he picks it up.

“Good afternoon mum.”

“Have you heard from your sister? I have been calling her for three days!”

Jide reduces the volume of the TV programme.

“No mum, I haven’t spoken to her all week. Is anything wrong?”

The sudden scream shocks Jide upright as he hears the crash of something in the back ground, glass? He didn’t know.

“Heeeeeeeeeee! E ba mi o! She said she was going to Kunle’s house for the weekend and since then, she has not picked up her phone and he has not picked up his phone.
Your father has even called your uncle and aunt, but they have not heard from Kunle either.”

Jide visibly worried, leaps out of bed, quickly picking out a jeans and tee shirt combo to wear, one hand still holding the phone.

“Don’t worry mum I’ll go to Kunle’s right now. I’m sure there probably a good reason maybe the building’s transformer’s bad or something I’ll go over there and find out.”

Jide cuts the line. As he hurries out of the hostel slamming the door behind him, he has a bad feeling.

“Kunle!! Bisi!! Kunle!!”

Jide bursts into the bedroom, panic clearly written on his face. He had gotten into his cousins pad by remembering where Kunle always put his extra house key. He had many different scenarios for why they hadn’t been available but he was not prepared for what he saw. The bed has been flipped on its side. The furniture and clothes are scattered everywhere. There are claw marks on the walls and the floor. Jide stares at the claw marks, confused and frightened of the possibilities.

“I know what happened here.It was messy.”

Surprised, Jide spins around to see a woman with green hair, metal eyes and an earthy skin. Jide cautiously stepped backward uncertain of this new visitor.

“Who…? What…?”

“I am Gaea, the essence of this world. Your kin are no longer of this world.”

“They are dead?!”

Gaea shook her head, pointing her arm in the direction of the crystal mirror which lay cracked.

“No. They have merely been taken to the world beyond this one.”

Jide clears his throat and asks.

“Miss, Mrs…Gaea, Could you bring them back?”

“That’s not what I’m here for. I’m here for the book. It has caused me enough trouble as it is.”

Gaea notes as she picks up the book of illumination, flipping its pages and sighing loudly. Jide felt quite annoyed at her attitude but had the feeling or assurance that a wrong word here would be the end of him, so he tread as lightly as he could.

“But you have the power to save them.”

“How is that my concern? It’s their fault that they are in the other world devoid of my protection. All they had to do was ignore the feelings he book brought on them and they’d have been safe. Like you. By the way just Gaea is fine.”

Gaea took a quick look at Jide like she was judging an idea that just came into her head but went on strolling through the room.

“In that world humans are a rarity. Books, like the one your cousin was playing with, are traps to ensnare humans to come to that world. For being so foolish they shall remain in that world.”

“Please Gaea! You can’t leave them there! I’ll do anything you ask if you just bring them back home.”

“As I said earlier Not interested.”

Gaea walks around the room calmly picking up items and dropping them nonchalantly. Jide desperate at this point, prostrates on the floor.

“Please I’m begging you! Please bring them back home! I know for someone like you that much is possible.”

Gaea stares coldly at the prostrate Jide.

“I hate how your people beg. No pride at all. But if it means so much to you, go save them yourself.”

“Ehn?”

A door with an ornate design appears in front of Jide, who gets up and stares in amazement.

“This door will take you to the world beyond. The world where your kin have found themselves in.”

Jide takes a step toward the door, but is suddenly stopped by Gaea’s voice.

“Ah ah ah. You must do something for me, whilst your there. As the saying goes there is no such thing as a free lunch.”

“What?”

Throwing him a coin with the symbol written on the book of illumination, she smirks.

“Find and punish whoever seeded this book, causing what has happened to happen.”
Jide puzzled, pockets the coin.

“I’d be glad to but how will I be able to bring punishment to them? They have smoke children and toad…fish men… I’m just…”

Gaea sighs loudly this time the book of illumination bursts into flame in her hands, becoming a pile of ashes instantly.

“Oh I’m sure you will find a way to do so. With the book gone, this is your only chance to find your kindred. So get going my dread knight.”

“Your what? What do you…. Whoa!”

Jide is unable to finish his statement as the door suddenly opens and he falls through it.

So that’s chapter one of my story Gaea’s Knight. hope u like and comment on it!
i wish to thank oyinkan braithwaithe of writing in whispers for her contribution in ideas and dialogue.

G.T.D 1

The tale begins as it always does, a look at our protagonist. At the moment he is riding a bus from the metropolis of Lagos, to some backwater village in Osun state. Taiye Olushola, 200 level economics student, stares out the Window of the bus over looking the ragged hamlets and wild vegetation, while avoiding the spittle of the man sleeping next to him.
He had just been given a one year suspension at his university over fighting. It wasn’t his fault though… he had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Two of his roommates got into a brawl and he had tried to separate the pair….wrecking their hostel room in the process. how was he to know that one of them hid weapons under his bed?
He sighed as the bus drew close to the car park. Pushing himself through the crowd rushing out of the bus and getting his luggage, Taiye grunted as he looked at the rural setting before him. Besides the market stalls, free running animals, unpaved roads and loads of dented rickety vehicles, the next three months here would be terrible. He was sure of it.
It didn’t take long to find his grandfather, a gruff looking old man dozing in a bar. Beside him was his cousin Ade, who was gorging himself on fried meat.
Getting home was quite the hassle as three grown men had to manage a single motorbike to the homestead… the thirty minute bike ride was far more painful than the three hour bus ride of before.
By the time the trio got home, Taiye was sure he had burst something…probably his nerves.
The evening was fairly uneventful with Ade preparing a meal and grandfather telling everyone to lock their doors and stay in their rooms no matter what.
The first night was off to a terrible start. The local mosquitoes feasted on his blood were such an annoyance that he couldn’t help but notice the brief flashes of light that danced outside his window.
Opening the blinds out of curiosity,
He stared at something he would never understand. The road was empty, all other houses had their lights out and their windows closed. But what got his attention was the dancing sets of lights that darted through and fro the streets.
There were several sets of yellow, red and silver lights darting chasing each other as they bounced off walls and the ground. Suddenly the yellow light devoured one of the red lights, becoming a little bigger and brighter. Taiye gasped as the yellow light proceeded to consume the rest of the other lights, disappearing in a blinding flash.
The next morning while fetching water from the nearby tap, Taiye tried to inquire about what happened but Ade rebuffed him, telling him to forget about it and not to speak of it again.
Later in the day while being shown around the village, grandfather passes taiye a charm and tells him to keep it on him at all times and if it should ever crack he must flee from the area. Taiye asks why but the old man just tells him the less he knows the better. Then pointing to a nearby forest with several large stones in front of it. He warns taiye that for no reason whatsoever should he enter that forest for it is cursed.
Taiye sighs hoping that his days here go by as fast as possible.
And in a way, it does.
Over the next two weeks, Taiye spends his time familiarizing himself with his new environment, studying his textbooks and working on the farm with Ade, a task he fared poorly at. One day as he was walking by the stones of the cursed forest examining the charm on his way home, a sudden gust of wind blows it from his hands into the bushes. He tries to reach for it but it flies out of his reach, past the stones and into the forest.
Taiye paused.
He had been warned both about keeping the charm on him and not to enter the forest. Considering his situation for a bit, he decided that no one would know of him entering the forest but everyone (Ade/ Grandfather) would know that he lost the charm.
With that in mind he walked past the stones and into the forest.
It was a much darker place than he thought it would be, shadows from the high branches of trees blocking his sight entirely of some areas. Noting to himself of why he was there, Taiye briskly started searching and it wasn’t long before he found the charm. It was a bit moist but it was…
CRACK!!!
A thin long crack just appeared on the charm like it had been hit suddenly.
Taiye stared as several more cracks emerged on the charm one by one until the charm breaks in two.
Suddenly several bright lights appear in the brush and glow menacingly. These lights unlike before seem to show distinct shapes now, namely that of large dogs.
Taiye tries to run but the dogs are unnaturally fast and are on top of him in seconds the first one hurling him up in the air and the other knocking him into a tree. Vision blurring, Taiye could only groan as he saw the dogs moving towards him. Just as he expected to die, a golden light slices through both dogs dissipating them immediately. The golden light quickly absorbs the remains of the dogs and assumes a humanoid shape. As it turns to face him, taiye makes out the face of a girl, wearing a very evil smirk.
As he passes out he hears a single phrase.

Looks like it’s all gone according to plan.

End of chapter 1.

what do you think of the plotline? please feel free to comment and maybe I’ll continue it.

nurse vs guard

So woke up this morning to hear my little brother’s nurse screaming at the gateman.
Annoying.
context? my brother’s disabled due to a condition known as cerebral palsy (check benola.org for details on the condition) and thus he needs 24hr care in the form of nurses. the gateman is a man in charge of security but in reality exists so u don’t have to open your damn gate every time someone knocks on it. Also in Nigeria we have epilitic power supply, meaning for periods of time households go without electricity for extended periods of time. this is best combated by a combination of power generators, inverter and candles. So cause for quarrel? see my parents had gone for an occassion and wouldnt be around for a day. so in the middle of the night, there was a loss of electricity (often refered to as taking of the light) and the gateman was sleeping soundly on his mattress. the nurse was in the middle of caring for my brother and became pissed when thirty minutes passed and no generator came on. she shouted for him but didnt answer and had to knock at his door to wake him up.
thats more or less the tale. so shes pissed.
but shouting at the poor dude’s not going to help matters (or help me go back to sleep)
My solution? its the 21st century everybody has a mobile phone. get each others numbers and call each other!
then I went back to bed.

On the old days

So i’ve been hearing something a lot these days at least around the old folks I’m with.  Its the idea that things are on a downward spiral. World disasters, news of war, loosening of morals, school shootings, riots e.t.c. Are all signs of the impending apocalypse that is soon to wreck the world. More religious types like to say these are the last days.

But the question I put up is: Where things ever truly better in the past?

I mean when one reads on history and watches things like discovery and national geographic, you kinda see it a little differently.

Take for example religious intolerance. In the past this was pretty normal. My group believes in the one true god/pantheon that created the universe.  And if your group didn’t we kill each other till one side surrenders. That was the approved means of conversion those days But nowadays we dissaprove such extreme forms of conversion.

Medicalwise, take tuberculosis aka TB For a long time this disease when one got it it was a death sentence. All they could do for you was keep your dying body away from others so u didn’t spread the dammn thing.  Nowadays, while still dangerous if treated early, it’s survivable. Even AIDS the big disease of the past decade, tho not cured can be managed much better with retro viral medications.i could go on but yeah.
so things seem bad but its not like the world situation is really worse than before,in some ways its actually better and in others its just a different brand of crap from yesterday. my personal opinion more or less is, there are no good old days. its just different problems for different generations.

Death of Halios

In a world of kingdoms and empires……there was one which was popular and beloved in its continent…Halios.

Her rulers tru the ages were known to be great diplomats known for keeping the continent….well peaceful as any could be.

It was an acknowledged safe haven which anyone who had an issue or was being chased or hurt could come n be safe from attack.

However, no land is perfect…
As it was there were groups who pressured for changes to the kingdom….and the most vocal was a sect called osirious.

They decried the influx of ‘criminal scum’ and ‘pagan cultures’ that to them soiled the kingdom and deserved to be flushed away.

However…..tho some of the earlier kings n queens may have had some acknowledgement of the complaints of the sect, (which was fairly powerful as they possessed great magic from their god). But the kingdom of Halios depended on this very issue to thrive, and to exist peacefully with their neigbours.

Thus as a concession, taxes and some regulations were put on immigrants in order to control behavour. This served to placate the sect without giving in to their more extreme demands.

This served the kingdom well until a brash young prince called Ramesh was crowned king.
He had no love for the osrious sect and removed the taxes n regulations…..insisting that as the kingdom was to become a melting pot for all civilisation. Thus no one was to be treated as a foreigner.

To prove his point he himself married a foreign woman…..something unheard of at the time. But the lady wasn’t just a commoner, she was the illegitimate daughter of a pirate….

Now…..the osirians were pissed. Not only had this king insulted their agreements, he had also sullied the throne of the kingdom. They demanded a steep sacrifice from the king, that he shouldn’t bear any children with the ‘harlot’.

Also they demanded that the king should step down and let a regent rule as he has proven incompetent.
Ramesh was deeply offended at their threats n drove the osirian messengers out of his palace.
Not long after the birth of his son the queen was mysteriously murdered

Mad with grief, the king sent his elite guards after the obvious suspects. Within weeks their temples were destroyed and any members of the group that couldn’t flee were slaughtered. It was a bloody time. A sad time for the kingdom.

The survivors of the sect swore revenge on the kingdom of Halios no matter how long it took
A century plus later, the kingdom of Halios had never been better. Due to King urktar’s policies (ramesh’s son) Halios had become a great business capital of the continent.

without the overt influence of the sect, the kingdom had mixed marriages at every level, for every reason…there was hardly a noble who didn’t have a foriegn relation on one side of his /her family.

A young noble boy, by the name of Reis was walking with his mates, when he got separated from them and got lost. Miserable and scared the youth wandered until he met a girl who seemed a lil younger than him

Tho at first hostile n nearly killing him, the girl calms and warms up to him…..helping him to reunite with his group. Reis turns to thank her but she’s gone….
it isn’t until two years later that he sees her again. This time its her who surprises him…. (He’s twelve here) they become friends and promise to keep in touch..her name’s Kristra.

As five years pass, the two met periodically enjoying each others company and sharing stories…

Until Reis invites Kristra to come for the newest king’s coronation. Him being a noble could get unparralelled access to the event

She agrees and the coronation event goes splendidly, tho Reis noted that kristra seemed uncomfortable at times….even scared…

However he brushes it off as her being unfamiliar with the situation.

After that situation however, he doesn’t see her again until a year later…..when several assassins try to kill the king during a festival

Thanks tho to efficient guards, the assassins were captured…and Reis at the time being a nosy person sneaks to to the prison to see the unfortunate sacks that are going to be executed…..only to receive the shock of his life

Bound n beaten among the other assassins was Kristra. Reis could only stare in horror as Krista glares at…stumbling out of the prison, he’s clearly disturbed by wat he’s seen.
His family pulls him from his quaters saying that the execution is an event that requires the presence of every noble. Important as there’s a meeting afterward that affects the kingdom’s future.

The execution of the assassins proves to be a big event. As his family said, all those of noble blood were around to witness this. The executioners sharpen their blades.
The king addresses the assassins, asking them y they’ve attempted to kill him and if they have anything to say let them say it now.
Reis stares blankly at the proceedings….halfwishing he could step down n halt the proceedings…but he wasn’t that kind of boy.

He flinches as kristra takes a look at him and then faces the king
Letting out a sigh, she tells the court that the kingdom has strayed from its original path, one of purity n light to becoming a filthy whore sitting in the pen of swine. And when the kingdom was pushed to reflect on their actions and repent, they killed and hunted those that would correct them. Today, today it all ends..
Her voice changing as she spoke, she suddenly snapped her bonds like twigs
An executioner tries attacking but a slash with her hand tears him in half
Its now that everything begins to blur…..Reis screams, the king’s guards are eviserated as the other assassins start killing people left and right
Its clearly obvious that krista isn’t normal anymore…as everyone around him is cut down, he tries to fight but is knocked to the floor and ignored. Then he hears Kristra or as she’s called Orsirion tells him that his time hasn’t come yet, that he should just wait for his turn
The bloody mess continues until reis is the only living thing in the room…that is a noble
Scared out of his mind, reis falls to his knees….orisrion/kristra walks calmly towards him and grabs him by the head…..her very touch burning his skin.

Taking him to the window, she directs the other assassins to signal the rest of the fighters, so that the kingdom of halios can receive its judgement.
She makes him listen to all the screams all the death
She tells Reis to watch as the kingdom dies….
Smirking deviously, she tells Reis that now that the kingdoms done, she’s going to have a lot of fun with him…..try not to break too soon
some weeks later some individuals still loyal to the fallen city of halios manage to well steal him away from the newly established orsirious base…but he may have been better of dead. His skin had melted and he had lost one arm from the shoulder. However osirion doesn’t like losing things n has sent groups to find her ‘toy’ but that is another days story

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