"...Jordan at his death bed handed over the royal sceptre to Davids, the youngest son of the Astin Family. The Philips fought hard to regain the kingship to their lineage but failed as majority of the Kamburians were holding up the flag for the Astin Family.
Davids on ascending the throne banned all use of magic throughout the land, and that brought an end to the openly display of magic by the Philips. Many of the Philips were detained, others killed and some ran out of the city, the Philips family gained no recognition nor were heard of again, till the time of Philips Regan.
Regan who lived in Kambury here at that time acquired much share of magic and powers than any other Philips that lived then. Regan was very loyal to his lineage and refused to uphold the tenets of Jordan Anek, but any fight for the throne was useless , hence Regan decided to usurp authority over Kambury through the use of magic, spiritual and special powers. The whole of the Philips family lent their support and upheld Regan , hence the name 'Philips', once again became a 'terror' in Kambury during the days of Regan.

But Regan made a mistake which led to the birth of the legend of the saints". Grandpa paused to catch his breath.
"You will hear the other part of the story when you return from school tomorrow, call Athen, its time for dinner".
Allen scrambled up feeling delighted, excited and less anxious , he went to other side of the house.
"Athen!!" He yelled.

Story just unfolding.......hmmm how i like magic so.
Ride on grandpa #inAllen'svoice#

toykathy: Story just unfolding.......hmmm how i like magic so.
Ride on grandpa #inAllen'svoice#

Hmm. U wish to be a witch?
They know how to perform magic ...

Mescopaul.. Loving your story... Ride on.

I guess i'm talkin of merlin's magic. Witch ke? Olorun maje o

LogoDWhiz:

Hmm. U wish to be a witch?
They know how to perform magic ...

Mescopaul.. Loving your story... Ride on.

Dedicated to LogoDwhiz and Toykathy...


Chapter 3

WATCHING the Goofers play Cricket was as interesting and funny as watching a comedy movie.
The young club of St. Masin who called themselves The Goofers were not very good at the game. They were amateurs. The school had before employed a Cricket specialist to train them, but that was before a fight burst out and one of the employees' head was broken to the skull.
Now the school lost all its interest in teaching the students the game of Crickets.a. So they played randomly drawing amusements from spectators and passers-by. Allen as he sat at his usual place with Kimball and Sammy, his good friend, watched with less amusement and enthusiasm. As he watched all he could see on the playfield were names Jordan, Regan, Philips, Aragon ......ah!...he thought to himself would the names ever end.
He wanted the school over as soon as possible to get the full story out with! once and for all!
There will be no postponing again, he told himself firmly.
"You are lost again, must you always daydream?" A surprised Kimball asked.
"Am just tired Kim" Allen replied after returning from his world of thoughts.
"Sam says his going for classes today, are you coming?" She asked looking straight into his face as though she was gonna force the answer out.
"Em..Nope..i need to get back home as soon as possible , maybe tomorrow..."
"What's keeping you at home, is everything alright there? "
"Why..yea... Just don't want to keep Granny waiting."
"Waiting for what, in time past you do leave home and return very late, and you told me all you got is a little scolding from Granny...," Kimball was visibly irritated.
"Yea, but Grandpa says am becoming too free and lousy, so he wants to watch my steps now. "

toykathy: I guess i'm talkin of merlin's magic. Witch ke? Olorun maje o

Lol.. Merlin's magic??
That's nice tho...

LogoDWhiz:

Lol.. Merlin's magic??
That's nice tho...

i dey o,lol

....he turned his face away so she wouldn't see the grin that lit up his face, but oh he forget she could read his mind, hope she doesn't do that now, he prayed.
"Keep on lying, OK!, since you want it all to yourself no problem, am fine, you can stay with him from morning till evening daily for all i care! You might even not bother coming to school! " She replied shaken up with a surge of anger.
"Am sorry Kim, but its just..i.. ..i promise to put off all these running home stuff by tomorrow.
"Oh, why, so Grandpa said you could be 'free' and 'lousy' from tomorrow? " Kimball asked.
"Em.., oh, well..." he couldnt voice out any meaningful word.
"Don't worry see you tomorrow " She patted his rough hair and with a weak smile she walked away.
Sammy had been keen watching the Goofers play Cricket but often stole glances at the two as they argued on.
He had heard the word 'Grandpa' in their argument and decided it was a family issue and an outsider might be unwelcome. Now he was relieved that the argument was over but was worried at the abrupt exit of Kimball, without even a parting word for him! He turned to a sullen Allen.
"Why is she mad at you, you made her angry, didn't you..what's this talk all about Al?" Sammy rolled out his questions.
"She says am too old to be watched over by an my Granny" Allen replied casually.
"Who says so? Uhh? One is never too old to be corrected by a parent....infact at one's later years, one finds his/her parents advice very crucial and worthwhile that one can hardly argue when their parents say this or that ...." Sammy rattled on breathlessly in his characteristic manner.
Feeling bored of the tune the conversation had taken, Allen stood up and made to leave.
"See you tomorrow Sammy" he walked away while Sammy continued in his endless 'lecture'.
"No, wait, i have to tell you something you need to know, our parents are our light...!! "
Allen never listened as he walked on. He was not in the mood for Sammy's endless moral-imposing talks. He crossed the tarmac, while Sammy pitched his speech so high so that Allen could hear him.
"Are you coming tonight, to the psychic's lecture!!! ?" He blared out.
"NO!!!" Allen yelled back.
Allen was now a long distance away from Sammy.
"But why? See we could make out something very worthwhile from this teaching, you never can tell what tomorrow would be like...!!! " he stopped yelling when he noticed that Allen had boarded a bus and the bus was driving away, and he waving him goodbye from the windscreen.
"Oh God what a friend I've got" an exhausted Sammy gasped and sat down to watch the Goofers once more.

LogoDWhiz:

Lol.. Merlin's magic??
That's nice tho...

what about u, do u like magic?

Morning all

*bread and steaming tea on table for breakfast...lemme drop this update before climbing to the dinning table..starving*

Toy, Logo, dave, miss universe,
come join me ! and better leav magic and merlin alone oo

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Athen was locked-on to his video game in his bedroom while at the sitting room, seated in a solemn manner was Allen and Grandpa discussing about their ancestors. The gentle breeze fluttered through the curtains into the room. The day was cool and the weather was dry. This time their discussion was very mutual. Grandpa was speaking.
"The Romans got gods, they have the god of the sea, of the air, the soil, love, peace, name them, they're countless. That was in those days when men worshipped the gods with all enthusiasm and seriousness, but today how many do give a damn for a god somewhere he don't know , when he gat children to feed, and a hell of work at his heels, the gods could go to hell for all he care!" He paused a little and wiped off the spittle that trailed his jaw.
"When the Romans got gods like Poseidon, Athena, Hermis, Zeus, name them, lots of 'em, we here at Kambury at that time....my great great great grand father had not even been born, ...we here at Kambury got the great Saints as our gods just like the Roman got theirs. Those they call the legendary Saints, yea, they were our gods, but now no one even care a pin 'bout 'em, mind you they could still be existing, or they may not, but to be on a safe side we dare not speak against or blaspheme 'em or their powers......"
Grandpa paused, took his pipe and had a long draw and a long puff before he resumed his endless talks which had already got Allen irritated.....
"go straight to the point , old man" Allen thought angrily.
"Hear this son, Regan..yea, you remember him, don't you... Regan was one of your oldest and most legendary ancestors, he was a god, a great one for that matter, he is a god now, but there were times when he lived on this earth, a mortal like you like me.
Regan was very powerf, - though he didn't regain the royal leadership back to this family, - yet he was very very powerful , but he, like most great men, had one weakness - Women".
He continued after another puff at his pipe.
"Regan was a traveller. On one of his many travellings he met Cinder a very young and beautiful Lankshiran woman. Regan promised her marriage and brought her back to Kambury without her people's consent - she was then madly in love with him...."

....continuation


"Regan had always had eyes for the throne , but was two deeply involved in magic to fight physically the emerging gallant soldiers of Kambury. He brought Cinder home to Kambury , but he left her after falling headlong again for Shantelle, but that was after Cinder had got for him six, i mean six good, lively and kicking kids. Two twins among them. Cinder cried her heart out, she was confused, she couldnt return to her people anymore and Regan 'clubs her with a truncheon' each time she went to him for help for the children's upbringing. Regan got married to Shantelle who bore him his legitimate children. Cinder all by herself in a dilapidated building night and day struggled and trained her six kids. Little did Regan know that his wonderful six abandoned kids were his doom. Shantelle's children had not even a pin of magic in their blood, but the S.a.i.n.t.s, Cinder's kids were commanders of the universe. One spits fire, the other commands rain, one flies at will, the other tells great secrets and visions, their powers were unlimited".
Grandpa paused as he smiled at the puzzled Allen.
"Cinder's children are called the saints? Why?" Allen asked.
Yet another puff and another smile, then he settled down.
"The s.a.i.n.t.s is an acronym of the names of Cinder's six children.... That the newspapers and the journalists and researchers never understood. They mixed up the whole thing. They said the saints were gods that....they're all lies, they got it all wrong. All Cinder's six children were called the S.A.I.N.T.S according to the position of birth!
The first child is Sylva and his twin brother is Aragon - the one you might have heard about. Aragon was very powerful and is still powerful".
Grandpa continued the story in a very grave and deep voice that sent bout of shudders to Allen's spines.
"Aragon took over as the head of his siblings because Sylva the first was a cripple, but cripple or no cripple he flew whenever he wanted. He was magic cladded. Sylva did all sorts of things no man ever did, but he was very soft and gentle, a clear character of a god. Aragon his twin also had doses of magic powers more than his younger siblings, but he was very hot tempered and arrogant...."

toykathy:


what about u, do u like magic?

yeah, i seriously do..
There have been some situations that i seriously need it...

Magic magic,.
Well done o. But the update is too short

Mescopaul: Morning all

*bread and steaming tea on table for breakfast...lemme drop this update before climbing to the dinning table..starving*

Toy, Logo, dave, miss universe,
come join me ! and better leav magic and merlin alone oo

i no dey drink cold tea, anyways thz 4 invitin me. Hw re u?

LogoDWhiz:

yeah, i seriously do..
There have been some situations that i seriously need it...

like seriously? I guess Jesus is better for all situations. Magic might fail.

toykathy:




like seriously? I guess Jesus is better for all situations. Magic might fail.

Lol.. Yeah..

Mesco, here is so quiet what is happenin? Come update nau.

Timothy3113: Magic magic,.
Well done o. But the update is too short

As per bold, sorry for that flaw bro.. I'll see how to remedy it ...

toykathy: Mesco, here is so quiet what is happenin? Come update nau.

*drops-on-all-fours in tears* Pls ma..so so sowi..dnt let ur anger burn me up..na condition na'em make crayfish bend.. am going to update asap..

toykathy:




i no dey drink cold tea,

I go put am for flax naaa or cooler self..

anyways thz 4 invitin me. Hw re u?

We thank God jawe..u

....Apology

Pls everyone ..sorry for the short update and for the long absence ..lets see if i can make it up.. Thanks for your patience and understanding.

....continuation

".... The next child was a male also, Illis was his name, and the other twin brothers also- Nermis and Thermis and the last child, the only female , she was called Sharon.
When Aragon wanted to fight against his father for abandoning them he was stopped and withstood by Sylva. So Aragon as wise as he was did something , he formed the name SAINTS, using the first letter of their names. He used this name - tactically representing them all, Sylva inclusive. Under this name he sent troops to his father, stating that they were sent by the 'Saints'. Regan, not knowing the disguise refused to fight the troops claiming that he had no quarrels with them. The troops plotted and killed him and his men. When Sylva heard of it he called Aragon and suggested that they go after the 'Saints' to avenge their father's death, and these were the very words of Aragon in reply to Sylva - 'Brother, men can't rise against themselves , vengeance is done and am not sorry'. A confused Sylva sought for an explanation but Aragon gave him none. Sylva turned to Sharon, his sister, for help, for she had the gift of solving great mysteries and riddles, Sharon asked Sylva for the name of the troop that wrecked her father and his men , in reply Sylva said 'They said they were sent by the Saints'
..." Grandpa sniffed a little before resuming.
"Sharon shook her head and replied , 'You and I have just killed father, the troops were sent in our name'. When it dawned on Sylva what Aragon had done he was so angry, he simply turned into a huge eagle and flew away and was never seen ever again, but the name 'The Saints' still hung in the air and was popularly referred to the six children of the Lankshiran woman.",
Grandpa stopped abruptly, the wind blew silently and the sun stood magnificently out in the blue-black sky. Allen sat put determined to hear all of it today.
Grandpa promptly resumed his tale.
"Aragon was satisfied after his revenge , but he wanted something else - the throne of Kamburry - he tried to pool forces with his step siblings - Shantelle's children, but they were in no good mood with him for they knew he masterminded the death of Regan...."

Mescopaul: *drops-on-all-fours in tears* Pls ma..so so sowi..dnt let ur anger burn me up..na condition na'em make crayfish bend.. am going to update asap..

no lele! Waitin 4d update. Hw is ur wkend going?

This update is so short but i wil manage it. Waitn mode activated.

toykathy: This update is so short but i wil manage it. Waitn mode activated.

i no fit manage am o. Spell mode activated'

".... In fact Shantelle's children determined to get Aragon frustrated, they signed a treaty under the name Philips Family, with Kambury that they never wanted the throne in their lineage forever, stating that were not interested.
A copy of the treaty was sent to Aragon, who in a fit of rage tore it to shreds declaring war at once against Kambury. Under the name 'The Saints' , Aragone fought for three years the throne of Kambury weakly supported by Nermis and Thermis who had no interest at all for the throne and had had enough from the bully Aragon. Illis and Sharon left the town and lived at the outskirts of Kamburry." grandpa heaved a sigh of relief.
"So this is the legend of the saints, and while the Philips - speaking of Shantelle's - were at peace with Kamburry , the Saints - Aragon in particular - fought against Kamburry."
Grandpa came to a stop.
"Is that all sir" asked Allen with an unusual strange deep voice.
"That's all son, except for a script Aragon wrote on his death bed which he handed over to his son. The script reads 'War with Kamburry forever - Aragon is coming back', but do you know what troubles me most son?"
Allen shook his head.
"Its the piece of writing your great great grand father saw underneath his roof on an early December morning. The scripts read: 'Aragon is coming back. But he is searching for a soul of his lineage to possess.'. We had all been looking forward to who he will possess, but we saw none, and..." Grandpa's voice came lower than before "...and son, from what I've seen of late, Aragon is truly coming back, whether to have his pay on Kamburry i don't know , but i know he's very dangerous and mischievous, you know about the death of my old friend Michel?"
When Allen said yes, Grandpa continued, his face and eyes grave and shrunken, revealing the strong bones underneath the wornout flesh.
"I could sware with my life, that Aragon killed him, but why he did that i know nothing of."
The day was now dark. The heavenly bodies had found their way back home to rise again tomorrow. The air was cool except for the occasional noise of crying and barking dogs.
"Go to sleep son, be sure to say your prayers, you've just heard about the real legend of the saints, and you should expect the worse tonight, goodnight".
While Grandpa went to his room and snore on, Allen remained in his former position lost in deep thought. He had always liked the name 'Aragon' and had often wondered why he couldnt bear it. He would gladly prefer to be called Aragon Allen to Philips Allen. An owl hooted nearby, a dog howled in the neighbourhood, Allen scrambled up the floor and almost ran to his room, this has already been too much for a night, he thought. He closed his eyes to sleep, he didn't say any prayers.

@toy, the wkend is workaholic but the wheather is cool..tx for the rain.
@Timothy, ur spell no fit catch me *learner*

These updates are small o..
Feeling u btw

Chapter 4

"You deal with your mind, with your feeling, you focus on the burning light, you become dead to your physical environment , you become alive to the spirit world, focus on the flame..."
Allen was totally submerged in Stephen Shaw's psychic lectures. With focused attention he gazed at the candle in front of him and did as was instructed by Stephen. He could really something in him, it was coming, coming, and oops , spoilt as a familiar voice whispered in his ears, it was Kimball , saying they should go home, she was feeling uncomfortable and scared. With a sullen face, Allen stood up from the mat were he sat, durst his buttocks free and sauntered off the room while furious and angry faces stared at them for disturbing their own meditation . Kimball made a wave of apology at the crew and an angry Stephen then held Allen's hand as they made for the door.
"Oh, gush, i was almost scared to the death , back in there. We are really practicing witchcraft , don't you think so?" Kimball was saying as they got out of the room.
Allen tried to cheer up a little.
"Oh no, i don't think so, it was merely a trance or a vision, it could be anything but not witchcraft. " He replied half-angrily.
"You wanted to remain in there, right?" Kimball asked.
"Mee...em..well since you wanted ..."
"You just have to be open to yourself... Go in there if you are interested, sorry for disturbing you, I'd run along" Kimball said curtly and walked away.
"Noo, i want to go home, i don't want to be in there, am scared too" Allen said in contradiction to what he really wished to say.
"Sometimes i just don't know if you know you what you want."
"I do, i know what i want"

*drinking hot tea*

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