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Children From The Silver City by Devilpen(m): 6:54pm On Sep 15
CHILDREN FROM THE SLIVER CITY (a sequel to never play god)

The cathedral’s pendulum hit hard to the ground, destroying the whole pillar. The moonless night which coupled with thunder storm that shook the entire foundation of earth.
Tough winds also joined in sending fright into every household, threatening to pull off the roofs of rigid houses, doing justice to weak ones, pulling them off the entire foundation, sending bricks high into the sky, and effortlessly uprooting trees.
An aged Priest walked through the walk space in the cathedral, holding tight to his white robe, which was girded around the waist with yellow piece, he took cautious steps towards the alter, constantly waving his rosary to the air.
“Father”a younger man called out, from the entrance of the cathedral, holding an oil lamp on his hands.
“Brother Cyprus”the priest said calmly as he turned around to face the young ruddy boy and continued “It is finally happening, I will like to say a few words to our father in heaven, go sleep, lay your head and prepare for tomorrow, the storm will pass”
The boy bowed his head, and turned around to take his leave.
The Priest walked closer to the alter and carefully went on his knees before the first step of it and sighed, like someone who was in frustration.
“Heavenly father, may thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, for long have I waited for this day and now that it is happened, please make this cup pass over me, send me your chosen vessel, unto whom I shall pass this things unto, the signs you’ve shown me, are warning of evil you O God have casted out of the silver city, do not make the coming generation suffer a curse they don’t know about, send them helper” the Priest said and laid his head down in sympathy.

Re: Children From The Silver City by xaviercasmir(m): 9:31pm On Sep 15
hmmmm this one will be strong ooo. Ride on
Re: Children From The Silver City by Devilpen(m): 10:00pm On Sep 15
Emmanuel curled himself up by the edge of his bed, murmuring some inaudible words, ever since he had joined the Church’s orphanage home, every one had thought of him to be some kind of odd human, probably with mental illness, since he always kept to himself and did things which were weird and sometimes impossible to do.
The only person who saw him as special was Father Matthias who was already dead two days ago and laid to rest, now he was all by himself, only to Father Matthias had he felt free and always ready to express his supernatural being.
“do not disclose your powers to anyone”
He began to repeat these words Father Matthias had always told him almost every minute of the day. A real trauma it was for him to see him gone.
“Emmanuel”a voice called to him, immediately the door came open “You now have a family willing to take you in, hope you don’t drive them crazy with the weird things you see and do, and it will be a relief to see you leave”the feminine voice said and banged the door shut.
Emmanuel stood up to his feet, at age 15 he looked firm and rigid, his body already perfect chiselled, a body everyone would wish for but for his weirdness.


The Wura Family consisted of the parents, two siblings and the newly adopted child, Emmanuel. Like father Matthias, Mr. Wura had always tried to pay attention to the complaint of his children, even after his busy office work, he still found the time to involve in some father to children therapy.
Reason why he was adopted was still strange to Emmanuel, the family had what they could ever want, a complete family, a boy and girl child, a solidly laid family with the perfect bond.
“Good morning Sir” Jonathan greeted, bowing his head lowly before Mr. Wura who already prepared for the day’s job.
“Son, always early as usual” Mr. Wura said and took a quick glimpse at the wall clock which hanged above the television set and read 6:12am
“Sleepless night as usual” Emmanuel replied calmly, watching keenly as his father knotted his tie perfectly and swiftly.
“About that, we both have a therapy session with the family therapist, it is a family thing we take seriously, I will be back earlier today to meet up with the session, every other thing can wait”Mr Wura said and hugged Emmanuel tightly, grabbed his briefcase and walked out.
Emmanuel sighed, feeling comforted by the quick hug, made him remember Father Matthias.

Josiah changed into his jersey, his name customized on it with a number four, quickly he bent down to lace his boots, after he was done, he made his way into the stadium which was located right at the centre of the large extensive school.
“What kept you long?” a team mate asked as Josiah took his position distance away from the keeper.
“Nothing much, I and Emmanuel actually had some stuffs to do”Josiah replied
“You quiet brother, you never told us you had a brother, all of a sudden comes out of the blue”
“Not your business, who is drilling us today?”
“I heard it will be the Coach from the school branch at Agboju, Mr. Iloro” the other boy replied and adjusted his shorts
“I have heard tales of that man, and its not so friendly, we have to up our game to impress him, or not just to get on his nerves”Josiah replied and squinted his eyes as the supposed coach made his way into the stadium, with two leather balls on him.
Emmanuel walked in last after their mother, the trip to the family therapist had not been a lovely one, earlier in the car, Josiah had complained about the therapist being annoying and invading into private matters that never should concern her, all in the name of finding your inner self.
They all took their seat on the long cushion chair that accommodated them conveniently, Ella sitting by the right edge, her fluffy gown she had spread around to dictate a silent message that she needed enough space. Emmanuel sat next to her, maintaining the space, while Mr. Wura sat next to Emmanuel followed by his wife and lastly Josiah.
A short lady walked in on them, with a broad smile on her face, Emmanuel could see reason why the children had found it annoying to attend the session with her, her look told it all.
“Good morning children, shall we begin the session” Mrs Alaso asked with a broad grin on her face.
“Yes” Mr. Wura started “We finally added to our family, Emmanuel here, but he seems to be the quiet type, and does not feel the need to talk even when it matters most, like he is a ghost of himself”he said with a brief sigh.
“Emmanuel, sometimes we feel keeping to ourselves is the best, but no, what happens within is it eats us up silently and slowly, you have to let the burden go off you, the only true place you could find warmth is within the family”Mrs Alaso said, trying to pass her message as explicit as she could make it
“Tell me Emmanuel, do you feel the constant need to tell them things but you sense a trail of betrayal in them?” she asked and waited for him to give his response
Emmanuel looked her in the eye and nodded his head in approval
“Do you also feel atimes, they cant provide solution to what ever it is that bothers you?”
Emmanuel nodded his head again in response and bowed his head, he could feel all eyes on him.
“Mr. Wura, you have a lot of work to do here”
While stuck in traffic, Emmanuel placed his hands on the glass of the car and sighed
“I constantly having these dreams”
Mr. Wura turned around from the driver’s seat to face Emmanuel, for the first time, he was saying out of self will.
“What kind of dream?” Mrs Wura asked, hoping to continue the conversation and hopefully it was something meaningful.
“I keep seeing myself in what I would describe as the Silver City, a place of wonders”
“Well I once used to dream of myself being the princess of the whole world and everyone bringing pop sticks to me” Ella said sarcastically
“Can you do this in your dreams” Emmanuel said and turned his eyes red.
Ella let out a loud scream and immediately passed out, Josiah on the other hand, got held with fear and scrambled away from Emmanuel.
The parents were not let out also, the sight had send chills down their spines.
“What did you just do?”Mrs. Wura asked in fright
“I opened up about what I truly am” Emmanuel replied and alighted the car “I will be home waiting for you all”he said and shut the door.

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Re: Children From The Silver City by Devilpen(m): 10:44pm On Sep 18
Emmanuel walked out of the school’s cafeteria and with his food box, he headed back to his classroom, his two weeks of resumption, he had being known through out the whole school, to be someone who kept to himself, talked a while only when Josiah was with him.
“Hey” he heard the voice called to him, as he entered into the classroom.
Emmanuel turned around and saw the group of five boys walking up to him, with mean looks on their faces, the boy in the middle smiled and cracked his knuckles and focused his gaze on the food box with Emmanuel.
“What do you have there?”the boy asked and moved his broad shoulders around, and began to approach Emmanuel with mean looks and banged his right fist on the desk beside him, while the other four let out a loud laughter that irritated Emmanuel.
The boy grabbed the food box from Emmanuel and quickly opened the lid and smiled, showed the content to his mates.
“This is for the gods of the land, as you know that it is tradition in this school, you have to pay your dues in one way or the other”
“Please, just return that back, I don’t want trouble with any of you please”Emmanuel pleaded and tried reaching for the box.
The leader smirked and pushed Emmanuel hard on the chest, the force sending him to the ground. Brewing with rage, Emmanuel held the metal legs of the desk beside him and effortlessly pressed it together, like it was paper.
Loosing control of his temper, he grinned and at that moment he could feel strange forces within him, his increased strength.
“Return the box back to him, that is my brother dude” Josiah’s voice came behind them, which immediately dropped down the tension already growing all around.
“Jossy, we really didn’t mean it, just seeing if he is as tough as you are” the leader said and gently laid the box on the table and walked passed Josiah, with his hands raised in the air.
Josiah walked closer to Emmanuel and stretched is right hand to him so he could support himself with it to get up.
“You did that” Josiah said and pointed to the squeezed metal.
“They got on my nerves”
“Next time, don’t hesistate” Josiah said and tapped his brother on the shoulder “I came to get my water bottle, training still commence, and I am with talk with the coach to add you to the team”Josiah said walking towards his seat.
“I don’t think I really need that”Emmanuel replied lowly
“Well, you don’t have an option”

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