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|Re: The Last Bus by bukatyne(f): 10:41am On Jul 30|
Finished part two same day.
Is there going to be a part three?
Let me read Prisoner of Love.
|Re: The Last Bus by bukatyne(f): 10:43am On Jul 30|
I have this too.
Would also read.
|Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 10:48am On Jul 30|
That's what it is oh..
|Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 10:49am On Jul 30|
Hayakharet swung around. However, before her warriors could do anything, spears ran through them, and they crashed to the ground beside her. I looked at the direction the arrows came from, and my heart ran to my mouth when I saw warriors surrounding us—supreme commander's army no doubt!
Hayakharet turned back to look at me. I saw disbelief written all over her face. How on earth did they find us? She must have been wondering. We didn't have to wait for long to find the answer. The fierce-looking warriors parted, and Headward—the big-headed general—came forward.
Holy God in Heaven! One of Hayakharet's trusted generals just betrayed us. I had always known that idiot was up to no good the moment I first saw his big head. Hayakharet could not believe her eyes.
“Bind them up!” The bastard ordered in their language.
I turned back towards the bush that separated us and our freedom. The honking noise now sounded like refreshing music in my ears. It seemed like ages since I had heard or seen any semblance of the real world—our world.
* * *
Our captors bound us and led us back, leaving Ubong's body for the vultures to feast on. After we crossed the tortuous path, they transported us back to the settlement in the cattle-driven wagon. When they dumped us into the cage, I found myself next to Michael's bag. With my bound hands, I discreetly searched the bag for anything that might be useful in this situation. I found his pistol, and I slid it into my pocket.
When we arrived at the village, it was dark. There were burning torches everywhere. The people jubilated at our return. Apparently, Hayakramah had made the people believe that great calamity awaited them if the sacrifices were not carried out. They now saw him as the saviour but saw their rightful king as one who had betrayed the gods and his people. When our captors presented us to the supreme commander who had now pronounced himself king, he ordered that preparations for the HAYAKUNNAH began immediately. The longer they waited, the angrier Hayak would be.
The chief priest and the priests, now dressed in their full priestly regalia, were forced to conduct the ceremony against their wish. Because there was little time before the full moon, they hastily prepared us for the sacrifice. They painted our faces and drew patterns on our bodies with a white substance. After that, they led us to the Temple of Hayak. There were drummers in two rows at the front of the procession followed by ten warriors in two rows of five each carrying torches. After them was the chief priest and the priests, chanting ritual songs, while we—the sacrifices—came next. Several other warriors were behind us and at the tail of the procession were the people in their numbers singing and dancing.
The temple was built inside a cave that was far more massive than it looked from the outside. The temple was enormous and scary too. Several drawings detailing the history and victories of the Hayakites were engraved on the walls and massive sacred pillars made from stones towered intimidatingly above us. There were giant sculptures of their gods, past kings and warriors arranged in a particular pattern. The most impressive of them was the one at the middle and towered high above every other one. It carried a bow and a quiver full of arrows. No doubt that was Hayak the Great Hunter.
I turned my head in different directions, and the more I looked, the scarier I became. There was a big hole high up through which the moonlight entered into the temple and from where the full moon would be visible. There were five sacrificial slabs arranged in an arc form at the centre of the temple.
Each of us was tied to a pole erected on each slab. Laying before us, on each slab, were a dagger and a calabash meant to collect our blood and the organs harvested from us. I had an idea of how this would go because I had seen it on the drawings on the wall. The chief priest would rip our hearts from our chests while we watched and present them and our blood to Hayak the Great. Princess Hayakharet, not part of the sacrifice, was tied to one of the sacred pillars instead.
Hayakramah, the self-proclaimed king sat on the throne meant for the king. The rightful king, Hayakharet's father, and the queen were in fetters and made to watch the ceremony as prisoners. Guards were everywhere. And the people gathered to see the most significant celebration in fifty years. The king pleaded for the life of his daughter, but the maniac only responded with a burst of sinister laughter.
The chief priest danced and chanted as if he were in a trance. As he moved his theatrics towards Lilian, I began to grind the rope around my wrists against the edge of the pole they tied me. I wasn't going to allow these savages to feed my heart to one lifeless stone of a god. I trained my gaze on the chief priest as he picked up the dagger before Lilian.
He raised his head upwards, and the full moon became visible in the hole above. The light shone on the sacrificial slabs and illuminated the fear on everyone's face but the determination on mine.
“Hayak has arrived to claim his sacrifices,” the chief priest announced in their language.
“HAYAKUNNAH!” he then yelled.
“HAYAKUNNAH! HAYAKUNNAH!! HAYAKUNNAH!!!” The ecstatic crowd responded.
The chief priest raised the dagger high above Lillian's head. Lilian closed her eyes and held her breath. She did not want to see the dagger sink into her chest. The drummers beat harder until the sound reached a crescendo. The drums only added to the trepidation that hung in the air. But before the dagger could come down, an owl flew into the temple and perched on Hayak's head. It hooted three times, and the chief priest's hand froze in mid-air. He turned around. The crowd hooted and immediately became apprehensive.
To be continued ... Watch Out for the Next Episode!
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|Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 10:50am On Jul 30|
Welcome back bro..
|Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 10:57am On Jul 30|
Thank you, Becca. I missed you and others too.
And I'm doing fine dear.
Enjoy the long break.
|Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 10:58am On Jul 30|
Tomic1, thanks bro. Good to be back too. Enjoy the long break too and stay safe.
|Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 11:02am On Jul 30|
Woooow!!! You are a voracious reader! Sure you enjoyed it.
Yes Part 3. Everything about it is set and I know it will be explosive too. But I want to do one other story before writing JFTG 3 (Jewel from the Ghetto 3)
Enjoy Prisoner of Love, too dear.
|Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 11:03am On Jul 30|
Wooooow! You are such a big fan, bukatyne.
Thanks for your patronage.
|Re: The Last Bus by bukatyne(f): 11:07am On Jul 30|
You should give us discount. Buy 3 get one free or whatever
I sure would; I like the way you write and the characteristics of Yemi; he is my type of man.. Warm, a leader, thoughtful, emotionally intelligent and of course handsome Simi too; didn't just like her too weak emotional composition.
The Last Bus...
|Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 11:07am On Jul 30|
Very interesting! Now I know.
I think I should give someone here such a gift too. Definitely in my next book (I have started writing it already.)
Hmmmm... Who would that be ooooo?
|Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 11:09am On Jul 30|
Honestly, it feels great to be back.
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|Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 11:14am On Jul 30|
Seriously, you deserve it!
How many of my books have you bought already?
|Re: The Last Bus by bukatyne(f): 11:19am On Jul 30|
If I get Prisoner of Love, then I have all your works.
@the discount, just kidding.
Let us all move the ministry forward.
|Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 11:57am On Jul 30|
Seriously, You are getting my next book FREE OF CHARGE!
In fact, you will be the first person to have it even before it hits the market.
I've noted it in my dairy already.
You are a super fan.
|Re: The Last Bus by Kaycee9242(m): 12:15pm On Jul 30|
James it has to be me na, remember am ur man.
Welcome back bro and thanks for this wonderful update, i think i like what is about to happen.
|Re: The Last Bus by yungbanks(m): 12:32pm On Jul 30|
Wow nice one more please
|Re: The Last Bus by doctorbrainy: 12:46pm On Jul 30|
Thanks for the update
|Re: The Last Bus by Tominix(m): 1:00pm On Jul 30|
Wow a nice piece.
"Seem the gods have not left us,
To stumble in pain.
To be a sport in the eyes of the enemies.
To falter in pain and anguish. Tears of sorrow falling from our eyes.
even with our last breath we can boldly say we tried.
We can warn the generations ahead not to trust anyone.
No one is innocent we are being punished by mother nature, but the innocent get punished too".
(I can't even think straight after reading this episode).
|Re: The Last Bus by Khriztarl(f): 1:01pm On Jul 30|
welcome op. Give us bonus update na?
|Re: The Last Bus by Tominix(m): 1:02pm On Jul 30|
JamesKudooski:let it be Me oh, i will buy you puff puff and kunnu from ann2012 if you do
|Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 2:14pm On Jul 30|
.. and he still managed to tangle us in the web of suspense and uncertainties.. Jameskudooski should be arrested for any possible heart attack my fellow readers may suffer..
The owl arrived, a bird superstitiously believed to be of evil, what dreadful message does it carry this time, why did it choose to perch on Hayak's head..
Too many questions, too many answers could be conjured in our different minds but only one person has the right answers,the man with the ink,Jameskudooski.. Like everyone, I await they answers..
Good to have you back..
|Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 2:15pm On Jul 30|
|Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 2:15pm On Jul 30|
I thought Ann2012 sold wines, lol...
|Re: The Last Bus by Tominix(m): 2:18pm On Jul 30|
EkopSparoAyara:Her kunnu retail business is more thriving than the wine own, and jameskudooski loves kunnu
|Re: The Last Bus by Ann2012(f): 11:37pm On Jul 30|
My kunu aya (tigernut) is top notch
|Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 12:31am On Jul 31|
Ann2012:Oh, wonderful.. Keep thriving..
|Re: The Last Bus by Tominix(m): 1:37pm On Jul 31|
EkopSparoAyara:shebi i said it
|Re: The Last Bus by Tominix(m): 1:39pm On Jul 31|
Ann2012:Shebi i said it ME THAT I have been your secret crush since i was a guest (2018) how will i not know
|Re: The Last Bus by Ann2012(f): 7:08pm On Jul 31|
|Re: The Last Bus by skubido(m): 11:16am On Aug 02|
Boss thanks for the update
|Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 11:17am On Aug 02|
I just discovered that am part of the awards,for best commenter/reader, including Ann2012..
This is the link..
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