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wakes:
Hello Hephzy, Thank you very much for the wonderful threads here. Are you still taking applications for e-book writers please? Thank you. Blessings! Solomon

pabon:
EPILOGUE

Two weeks had passed since the battle ended. Harris couldn’t stop crying. Nora had been everything to him. He wouldn’t be consoled. It had taken a great deal of persuasion and some magic before he let Nora’s corpse out of his sight. His anger fits usually was disastrous as he kept shooting tendrils and trying to strangle anyone who came close, sometimes beyond his control. He had spent more time out in the woods than with people. He was learning to control his woodiness. George had to spend most of the time with him to lighten the burden. They barely talked and most times, he just watched as Harris perused through books. He left one morning with a note that he’d gone a quest to discover himself.
Dathan had explained everything to them. It turned out that Dathan’s life force had drained to the point where he couldn’t live again. They’d been together, he and Nora, in the tomb and shared the visions of the events as they broke out in the realm. The battle had needed Dathan’s intervention as he only had the link with the staff that would end the war. In addition to that, Theodore had given him the rare gift of light with which he could prevail before the light came. Armed with the light and the staff, he would save the realm, but without his life force, there was little he could do.

Nora had volunteered to give him hers, but he had turned it down. Dathan never wanted to put her in harm’s way. As the battle had progressed and seen that the realm was going to be broken down and the prophecy fulfilled, Dathan had accepted to use the life force she offered but only to the extent that he needed to win the battle. He had seen that the one he’d love would die from the visions he had, but he hadn’t known it would happen like that. Yes, Nora was the one he’d come to love. He had spent a long time loathing and causing her harm. But in the few moments he spent with her, he’d grown to like her. He’d gotten to see beyond the pictures he had of her as the rumors had painted of her and her mother. He’d grown to know that she was the opposite. He regretted that he hadn’t told her his feelings before she left. He’d thought there would be enough time after the battle to have that talk, but he had been wrong. He was glad however that they had settled their differences and made sure there were no more ill-feelings while they were at the tomb.

George was doing all he could to put the guilt of Nora’s death out of his mind. He still felt he could have done something. He spent most of his evenings visiting Nora’s graveside and wouldn’t leave until it was dark or Cordelia came to take him home. He’d been presented with the Elixir of life by the watchers of the realm. It was the elixir he would use to save his people when he finally got back to Pathandra. That was supposed to be good news, but he wished it hadn’t come at the cost of Nora’s life. If there were a way to resurrect her with the Elixir, he would do it. But it didn’t immortalize the already dead.

Cordelia and himself were getting closer, and the events and mood around the realm only helped to bring them closer. A lot of people had been killed with the battle, but the majority was safe. Like Nora’s, individual monuments were being erected for the fallen Thorank sons. Their gallantry would be told and taught in schools, an indelible mark in history.

The realm wasn’t as bright as it had been in the past, but things would get back to shape. Time heals everything after all. The primary concern for George was going back to Panthadra. The dreams he’d been having alone pointed to hindrances on the way. Indeed, he knew he couldn’t just walk back to free his parents, his people. The watchers had told him something when they presented the elixir to him. They were telepathic and had told him one sentence that had he still couldn’t make out.

aphroditee
“To be immortal is to wage war with the dead”

The sentence was cloaked in uncertainty and confusion, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t decipher the meaning. The watchers didn’t speak to anyone unless they needed to and so far, they hadn’t seen a reason to call for George. The only thing he was sure of was that freeing his people would come with a consequence, one he’d decided he would face. Facing evil no longer unsettled him. He was the Thorank king after all.

pabon:
EPILOGUE

Two weeks had passed since the battle ended. Harris couldn’t stop crying. Nora had been everything to him. He wouldn’t be consoled. It had taken a great deal of persuasion and some magic before he let Nora’s corpse out of his sight. His anger fits usually was disastrous as he kept shooting tendrils and trying to strangle anyone who came close, sometimes beyond his control. He had spent more time out in the woods than with people. He was learning to control his woodiness. George had to spend most of the time with him to lighten the burden. They barely talked and most times, he just watched as Harris perused through books. He left one morning with a note that he’d gone a quest to discover himself.
Dathan had explained everything to them. It turned out that Dathan’s life force had drained to the point where he couldn’t live again. They’d been together, he and Nora, in the tomb and shared the visions of the events as they broke out in the realm. The battle had needed Dathan’s intervention as he only had the link with the staff that would end the war. In addition to that, Theodore had given him the rare gift of light with which he could prevail before the light came. Armed with the light and the staff, he would save the realm, but without his life force, there was little he could do.

Nora had volunteered to give him hers, but he had turned it down. Dathan never wanted to put her in harm’s way. As the battle had progressed and seen that the realm was going to be broken down and the prophecy fulfilled, Dathan had accepted to use the life force she offered but only to the extent that he needed to win the battle. He had seen that the one he’d love would die from the visions he had, but he hadn’t known it would happen like that. Yes, Nora was the one he’d come to love. He had spent a long time loathing and causing her harm. But in the few moments he spent with her, he’d grown to like her. He’d gotten to see beyond the pictures he had of her as the rumors had painted of her and her mother. He’d grown to know that she was the opposite. He regretted that he hadn’t told her his feelings before she left. He’d thought there would be enough time after the battle to have that talk, but he had been wrong. He was glad however that they had settled their differences and made sure there were no more ill-feelings while they were at the tomb.

George was doing all he could to put the guilt of Nora’s death out of his mind. He still felt he could have done something. He spent most of his evenings visiting Nora’s graveside and wouldn’t leave until it was dark or Cordelia came to take him home. He’d been presented with the Elixir of life by the watchers of the realm. It was the elixir he would use to save his people when he finally got back to Pathandra. That was supposed to be good news, but he wished it hadn’t come at the cost of Nora’s life. If there were a way to resurrect her with the Elixir, he would do it. But it didn’t immortalize the already dead.

Cordelia and himself were getting closer, and the events and mood around the realm only helped to bring them closer. A lot of people had been killed with the battle, but the majority was safe. Like Nora’s, individual monuments were being erected for the fallen Thorank sons. Their gallantry would be told and taught in schools, an indelible mark in history.

The realm wasn’t as bright as it had been in the past, but things would get back to shape. Time heals everything after all. The primary concern for George was going back to Panthadra. The dreams he’d been having alone pointed to hindrances on the way. Indeed, he knew he couldn’t just walk back to free his parents, his people. The watchers had told him something when they presented the elixir to him. They were telepathic and had told him one sentence that had he still couldn’t make out.

“To be immortal is to wage war with the dead”

The sentence was cloaked in uncertainty and confusion, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t decipher the meaning. The watchers didn’t speak to anyone unless they needed to and so far, they hadn’t seen a reason to call for George. The only thing he was sure of was that freeing his people would come with a consequence, one he’d decided he would face. Facing evil no longer unsettled him. He was the Thorank king after all.

paboon:
Coming back for an edit. Then the last update. Good morning!

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Explorers:
At all, except these...

Ishiloove:
Quite sad, although I am more acquainted with Second Class Citizen

tracyberry:
Continuation



After having their meal, they drove to their apartment, Tiger gathered all the girls for meeting while at that, Vera contacted with other supreme mafias in other schools and abroad, after explaining things to them, she switched off her phone and they began their meeting.


Vera - First and foremost I bring good news, the girl Tracy had agreed to join us, according to Baba she is the light that will help us win the fight, we have just a week to do the initiation, this is no time to sit back and relax for our lives are at stake. I have contacted the leaders of the Supreme mafias in other schools, they will be joining us soon the initiation.
Tiger - Vera are they going to arrive?
Vera - Hopefully Tomorrow or the next, they aren't happy cause I told them late but they all agreed to come.



****Nikki's place***


Nikki - This bracelet will protect, any gun shot at you won't harm you. As long as you don't remove it from your wrist.

The girls took one each and wore it on their wrist, they were all happy that such a beautiful bracelet would serve as a shield to them, they discussed on their strategy to attack the girls (Vera and her gang), after which they brought weed and Vodka, hennessy and other alcoholic drinks to celebrate their victory in advance.

*****The hospital******
Tracy opened her eyes and saw herself in a hospital, she tried getting up but her head felt heavy, she felt pain in her head, while she was holding her head in pain, a nurse came in.

Nurse - How're you feeling?
Tracy - my head hurt, I'm feeling headache and a bit dizzy.
Nurse - she gave her food, medication and told her get some rest.

Tracy laid down on the bed thinking of the decision she made, she knew she can't go back now and didn't care less what happens to her from then on, all she wanted was to avenge her parents and friends. While she was still lost in her thoughts, someone held her hand and called her name "Tracy".

flow1759:
Next morning Snow called me telling me to make sure I made it to his father’s internment later that day. I told him I would love to but that the police ordered I shouldn’t leave town.

“Why na?” He asked

I informed him of the recent development in Alaska. The death of Emma shocked him, but when I told him the police was in search of him as one of Emma’s friends, I sensed Chicken-livered Snow froze from the other end of the call.



Two sets of people never to forget in the journey of life; Those that make you cry, those that cry with you, and those that wipe away your tears.
To me Emmanuel Okoli have all three attributes.




Monday 13th March, 2017.

I had quit my job at the filling station because I was told Mike Lawson after acquiring the filling station retrenched all the workers.

My boutique was close down.

I was jobless.

The Police kept their eyes on me.

I was lonely.

The street was cold.

OK republic was bushy.

1759 lost its splendor

St. Peter's Basilica looked shanty to me.

Something was missing - my friends!

I was losing it.



How can Chinwe be this wicked? She and her husband are what I would call modern day ritualist first edition.

But how did the video get to Emma? I thought he was done with Chinwe?

All these questions I promised I will get answers to.



I put on my shabby clothe and hit the road with my rickety shoes to go feed my friends in the station the stale food i prepared the previous night.

Walking along East-west road I saw Mike Lawson's Cadillac escalade negotiated a turn close to Choba Police station. Ooh how I so admired that car, but there was more to the car; the persons it contained.

Bayo and Mike Lawson! Inspector Bayo!

I halt abruptly to see what was next. The Cadillac was still steaming at the Police Station car park for about ten minutes before Bayo stepped out of the car smiling broadly holding a bag.

Why? Inspector why?

aphroditee

I stood for a while thinking of how Mike Lawson Chinwe’s husband have become stupendously rich within a space of One year; richer than his father in-law Henry Okonkwo who is a known drug baron.

Mike Lawson owned Two filling stations, Two Night clubs, One Hotel, A shopping mall, A bakery and a greater share in Grandprix oil.

This same Mike Lawson killed my friend I was sure.

I hide myself from Bayo’s sight yet he turned and waved at me as he entered the station’s premises.


Ooh how I wished he saw me not.