Terribly sorry for the delay. I just finished with this and I have not quite edited it yet.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN



Adedamola was surprised when he got to Pópóọlá's palace. Early that morning, he had been informed he was going to see the Ọba and that he should quickly prepare for the journey. He had been startled as he had not left the room much since the time he got pummelled by a magic-builder of the same power level as himself, a situation that still bugged him. Although he was allowed to go anywhere he wanted in Balogun Akinola's estate, he decided to use most of his time to train.

When Adedamola had heard this, the first thought that crossed his mind was escape. This was a good opportunity for him to leave but he decided to stay back at the end. Afterall, after he had met Balogun Akinola, the Balogun of Pópóọlá Kingdom, he had not been mistreated in any way but instead had been cared for as an exalted guest. This was the only way he would get answers to the cryptic message the Balogun had left before he ran to off to his capital.

Adedamola had never been to the palace of Popoola Kingdom but he could recognize it from the numerous books he had read. It was truly magnificent. He had heard about the wealth of the kingdoms that bordered the Rocky Lands but seeing it with his eyes, he almost could not believe it. He could point out, without even trying, many of the precious materials used in the construction of the palace. The palace was also built in such a way that there was a large invisible barrier surrounding it. He could only notice it because of the ripples of spiritual energy emanating from it. Its very stones were a placed in such a way that it added to the formation creating the barrier. Oyedepo's palace had a similar barrier but it wasn't even half as strong as this. It seemed like it would take about a hundred Grand Warlocks attacking simultaneously at full strength to deplete its energy reserves and break through it.

All the border kingdoms were trade hubs. People from various kingdoms congregated at these places to either sell or buy items that were not native to either region. Numerous businesses thrived in them and with the taxes and levies imposed by the crown, the kingdoms were able to prosper far more than their neighbours not to mention that the crown itself always had players in the various businesses.

One thing Adedamola could not figure out was what these people would want with him or his country. He doubted the Balogun's previous statement that the tribes of the Rocky Lands were amassing a force to attack the kingdoms of the Great Expanse. After all, he had sought the Balogun out but he had disappeared, along with that smirking son of his. What was his name again? Ogunfemi was it. He was preparing for a rematch. He would wipe the floor with those teeth when next they met.

As the heir apparent of Oyedepo, he had heard that Popoola Kingdom had sent envoys to the Kingdom of Oyedepo before but they had returned unanswered after his father and his ministers received them. He was not in the meeting as he was preparing to leave the palace then. He wanted to leave the comfort of the palace, go live in the world, experience hardship and build himself up.

‘Is this supposed to be some sort of retaliation for rejecting their request?’ He couldn't help but ask himself. He wondered what they could have requested that would make them risk war with Oyedepo.

The kingdoms bordering the Rocky Lands were powerful. They had to be. However, after these hegemons of the Great Expanse, Oyedepo Kingdom was one of the most powerful. It was fool-hardy to think that its army would sit still after the abduction of its prince. They might not be able to conquer Pópóọlá but they could make them bleed. This was a matter of prestige and honour!

Adedamola's carriage passed through the gates of the palace and he couldn't help but be impressed with the order of the palace guards. They stood there, straight-backed and alert, resplendent in their red and black robed.

The carriage lurched to a halt and he alighted. Two guards with a lady-in-waiting attended to him immediately.

‘Your highness, please follow me.’ The lady bowed and gestured before leading the way.

They walked for a while, unhindered by any of the palace guards and before long, they were in front of a resplendent building.

‘The Royal Gardens? ‘Didn't they bring me here for some reason? Why lead me to the garden? Do they want me to admire their flowers? Just what exactly are they up to?’ Adedamola wondered.

‘Maybe the Ọba is here?’ He quickly let it go and nodded as he passed through the midst of the grim-faced guards.

Inside, Adedamola quickly became enthralled by the myriad of flowery plants he saw there.

‘Isn't that the Yellow-Striped lotus that can be found only in the Misty Forest? That..., that flower looks like the Violet Dancer that is not only incredibly rare, but it is a wonderful medicinal plant.’ Oh! That's the Eristhe flower that can only bloom once in a decade! It is actually here. Adedamola shook his head. Of course, the resources the border kingdoms have access to are not something Oyedepo can compare to.

As he looked around, identifying flowers he had only read about but had never come across he suddenly felt as if he were acting like a country bumpkin. This was not good, he had to retain the aura of a dignified prince. Head high, he followed his escort, nodding at the beauty of the garden around him as if it barely managed to meet up to his standard.

‘It's beautiful, isn't it? The voice that plagued his dreams assaulted his ears.

He swiftly turned around, and there, standing before a pool, backing him and feeding the carp was Adeseye, looking like a fairy that transcended the earth.

He had two options: stay, hear what she had to say or leave. Storm out of the garden, and not look back. At least that's what she did.

His mind was such a flurry of thoughts that he did not hear the guards and the lady-in-waiting bid goodbye. He just stood there staring at her back as she gently fed the carp.

He had planned what to say when he met her, he had planned his actions, so why was he standing there, gawking like a fool. The silence was becoming awkward when she finally turned to face him and smiled.

‘Have you been in good health, my Lord?

Yes, that did it. He turned and was about to storm away when he heard her shout.

‘Don't you dare take another step.’

Adedamola frowned but he stopped.

‘Or what?

‘Or I'll kick you in the nuts. By now you should know that I deliver great kicks.’ She replied, closing the gap between them.

She was behind him. Her lavender and rosewater scent assaulted his nostrils, clouding his thoughts.

He, he had to think; he had to leave - he had to talk to her. Why did she deceive him? Sure he had only known her for little more than a week but - oh gods, it hurt - why did it hurt so much?

‘I am sorry, Damola. More sorry than you can imagine. She tentatively placed her left hand on his right shoulder but he immediately jerked the hand away, taking a step back.

‘No you don't get to do that. You don't get to act like we are friends.’

‘But we are friends. At least, we used to be.

‘I thought we were, until I found out you had been lying to me all along.’

‘I did not really lie. I withheld some information. There's a difference.

‘It's the same to me.’

Their voices had rapidly risen to the point where they were both now shouting at each other.

Adeseye took a step back and asked calmly, ‘Really? Then why are you here?’

‘You know why I am here. I thought I was coming to meet your father.’

‘He will see you shortly.’ She replied and then added, ‘So you did not want to see me?’

‘I didn't!

Adeseye nodded. ‘I see.’

She gestured at a stone bench with backrest by the side of the people and sat down. Adedamola remained standing.

‘What do you know about the tribes of the Rocky Lands?’ Adeseye raised her head to look at him.

‘I'd rather not discuss this with you.’ Adedamola turned to leave.

‘I was tasked with informing you about what we have found out. You can keep your anger for later.’

Adedamola frowned, then turned and took the sit beside her.

‘The Rocky Lands? I know that there is little to no spiritual energy there. The tribes there practice magic-building by relying on the spiritual stones they mine from the depths of their numerous Spirit Rocks.’ He stopped and then added, ‘Our kingdoms in the Great Expanse have a good relationship with them, something you would know seeing how prosperous yours is.’

Adeseye looked at him and shook her head. Convincing him was going to be difficult. Her kingdom was in peril and they needed Oyedepo's army. If she failed, well she could not imagine what would happen. She would try her best. She would bare the whole truth before him, see what he made of it.

‘You are right, but it is true that the tribes of the Rocky Lands are planning to launch a massive invasion on us?’

Damola snorted as he replied, ‘Who would believe such cock and bull story? What do they stand to gain from invading the Great Expanse? Also, if this were true, I am certain it would be top secret information. How did you come to hear about this? Besides, your kingdom is in danger so what? What has all this got to do with me? Why would you risk Oyedepo's wrath in abducting me? Do you want to be attacked from both sides?’ He quickly listed a series of questions.

‘I know it's too much to take in but it is true. I am sorry but we really need Oyedepo. We would have come clean but you know how stubborn your father can be. We have also tried once, it did not work out. As for your part in all this, our Pópóọlá Kingdom sent an envoy to your Kingdom of Oyedepo taking ‘evidence’ that you were abducted by Ilani tribe of the Rocky. We want you to corroborate our story.’

‘You did what?’

Adeseye put her hands on her temple. ‘I am sorry but it was not my decision nor my choice. I would not have brought you into this if I had my way.’

The rage bubbling in Adedamola calmed a bit. He looked at the distraught Adeseye - gods she was beautiful - and calmed down some more. As a prince himself, he understood being forced to do things he did not want - gods, even his Royal Father's hand was forced at times. However, he still had to retain a facade of being furious.

‘Your story has so many flaws.’ He frowned. ‘Where do I start? Oh, yes! If what you say is true....’

‘It is.’

Adedamola ignored her.

‘If what you say is true, you can make your preparations while informing the surrounding kingdoms. If the war truly breaks out, let alone Oyedepo, other surrounding kingdoms will join you. You just need to hold out for a short time. With Pópóọlá's strength, that should not be to difficult. This leads to another question.’

‘Princess,’ the lady-in-waiting that escorted Adedamola to the garden interrupted. ‘The Ọba will see him now.’

‘Thank you, Fumi.’ Adeseye replied and turned to Damola. ‘What was the question?

However, Adedamola just stood up, ‘there's no need. I'll ask your father. Maybe he'll be more truthful.

‘Don't be stubborn. I will not keep you any longer.’ Adeseye replied also getting up. ‘Just come out with it?

‘Fine. Why is Oyedepo the only kingdom I see you bringing into this. That's suspicious.’

‘Oyedepo is not. When you get to my father's council chamber, you will meet others who have been invited. Some have agreed already to marshal their forces with ours while others are still as skeptical as you.

‘Just please, give us a chance. We uncovered this secret by sacrificing some of our spies in the Rocky Lands. The tribes are planning a full-scale assault on the Great Expanse and they plan to use Pópóọlá as an entry way. We would not last long against the bulk of the Rocky Lands forces. By the way, once we are gone, Oyedepo blocks them to the South. We would like to gather as many forces as we can and stand against them together.’

Adedamola looked at her pleading face - stared into the pool of her eyes - and turned away.

‘Don't stare at me like that.’

‘It's working, isn't it?’

‘No, it's creepy.

Adeseye chuckled.

‘Alright. I'll help you but I need proof. War is not something to be taken lightly.

Adeseye exhaled a breathe of relief. ‘Thank you. The reason you are going to see my father now is for the proof.

‘Just one little thing, the others also think you were abducted and we rescued you. Could you corroborate our story before them?’

Adedamola just turned to the lady-in-waiting and said, ‘Lead me to your Ọba.’

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Thanks for the update... Its getting more intense, ride on Op......

It only gets better

CHAPTER SIXTEEN



Far, far away from the Great Expanse and Rocky Lands, a blacksmith was forging a battle-axe. Sweat ran down his well-muscled body as he rain down his hammer on the red-hot blade. Again and again. Small tendrils of lightening seemed to dance off the blade as the hammer made contact with it.

‘I am sorry to disturb you this time, Ogun.’ A black-robed middle-aged man standing before him said. ‘You are the only one who can handle the power of the cosmic lightening rod and harness it effectively while forging. Other forgers would probably get electrocuted upon touching it.’

Not raising his head from his work, the blacksmith replied, ‘it's no problem at all. I will be getting paid afterall, won't I?’

‘Of course, of course.’ Sango nodded then frowned. ‘Fifty sets of primordial treasures. You are still as miserly as ever. We have known each other for countless generations you know.’

‘Then you also know that I don't mix business with pleasure or personal relationships.’

‘You...’ Sango started a retort but stopped halfway.

He and Ogun both gazed North, their eyes seeming to pierce through space and reveal its mysteries.

‘What are those mortals playing at. Have they changed the date for the participation. Besides, how could they send this weakling? He won't even be enough for the guardian Òrìsà Ọkọ provided to pick his teeth with.’ Sango mused.

Ogun shook his head. ‘You are mistaken. You can see he is injured. He probably had the token with him and activated it to escape from danger. Which begs the question, doesn't he know that his destination is far more dangerous than whatever he was trying to escape from.’

‘If you are right then he probably used the token because he knows he can leave anytime - as long as he is not in a trial zone that is. Still, all the people with access to the Aafin's (Palace's) token are scions of the most powerful families.... Forget it, we have promised not to interfere in the mortals decisions.’

‘That's true. All we can do is prepare for her escape. We must not allow a repeat of that great calamity.’ Ogun concluded as he plunged the blade into a basin of black, shimmering liquid and continued forging.

Sango looked contemplative for a moment.

‘Ogun, I'd like to go back. Oya just sent me a message ordering me to come back immediately.’ He smiled.

‘Oh! Do relay my greetings to your wives. Don't worry, if your home is flooded again, I can accommodate you for a while - and a price, of course.’

‘Wipe that smirk of your face and go get yourself a partner.’

‘Thanks but I'll pass. I love my peace and quiet, besides you are a perfect example of why I must not try it.’

Sango ignored him and flew down the mountain muttering to himself. Once he got to the base of the mountain, he produced a battle-axe similar to the one Ogun had been forging and forcefully tore through space, creating a wormhole and stepped through it, disappearing from sight.

*********

Somewhere else, a man flew through the sky, landing at the edge of a volcano. The temperature was stifling and the ground was so parched that it was cracked in several places.

‘Eminent One,’ he called respectfully down into the volcano. ‘I am sorry to disturb you but I just received a report that our school's last token has been activated.’

‘What‽ A loud roar thundered from the depths of the volcano.

Immediately, the once calm magma started churning. The messanger instinctively moved back and a wave of magma suddenly towered out of the volcano, bathing the location the messanger had been earlier. The man seeing this involuntarily shuddered.

A man with fiery eyes, appeared and grabbed the messanger, by the collar.

‘Speak. When did you get this message?

‘Just now your Eminence. I wouldn't dare delay making a report on something as important as this.’

The man released the messanger who released a subdued sigh of relief.

‘Relay my orders. Find out where the token was activated immediately and.... Don't worry, I will see to this personally.’

**********

Akinlabi, the cause of this chaos, however had no idea what had happened as he slammed into the ground and passed out.

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Abeg those in front should shift for this guy.

Ermm, can you leave small popcorn for me. E don tay wey I chop am.

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Thanks for the update...

And thanks for bearing with me.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN


Akinlabi clutched the talismans in his hands tightly as he bowed to the man, ‘Good day elder, may I know why you have sought me out.’

The black robed man merely laughed as he nodded towards the talismans in Akinlabi's hands, ‘Do you even know how to use them? Not to say so but if I wanted act against you, I could do so before they activate.’

Actually, the heart of the man, Madam Ayo's assasin was thumping loudly. The value of those talismans were not something just anyone could afford. Only the elites of kingdoms could possess them and they were equivalent to second lives for them.

In Akinlabi's hands, a mere early Warlock Apprentice, those talismans could explode with powers equivalent to Master Warlocks but in his own hands, an early Master Warlock, they would explode with the power of an early Great Warlock.

Obviously, the higher the power-level, the lower they upgrade the power of the user. An early Initiate Warlock, if they used an escape talisman, would find their speed increased to the level of a late Master Warlock while a Grand Warlock would only find their speed or defense increase by a tiny insignificant amount if they decided to use the talismans.

One thing the assasin was afraid of was that he knew that the talismans were indeed instantaneously activated. He did not want Akinlabi to activate them so he could have them after he had done his job.

Akinlabi watched the man approach. It looked like he was trying hard to smile - to look approachable. However, his mind was screaming at him to run. All of a sudden, the man unsheathed the mean-looking blade by his side and sent it stabbing towards Akinlabi, only for it to stop an inch from him.

Akinlabi only took a moment to process what was happening before he ran. He didn't care where he was going, all he could think of was to escape. Fat chance of that happening as the man was just a pace behind him, face contorted in fury.

‘What a waste?’ the man thought and clenched his blade tightly as he sent another swipe at Akinlabi.

‘I am going to kill you,’ he roared.

Akinlabi was only happy that he had been cautious enough to activate the talismans immediately the man started walking towards him. He had been contemplating how he would explain the waste to Ayomide before but it seems that was unnecessary. He was going to die anyway!

Akinlabi did not know how powerful this man was but he felt he should probably be at the Master Warlock level. The man had struck him twice and he felt the power of the defense talisman remained a third of its original. Just one more strike now and its power would be completely used up.

As Akinlabi ran, He saw a low hanging branch and quickly ran towards it. He went under, dragging the branch with him and releasing it with a loud thwack and a sharp crunch.

‘You bastard!’ The man howled as the branch caught him square in the face.

‘I'm going to remove your limbs and impale you with them. He screamed as he renewed his chase with vigour.

‘This is it. I am going to die. Akinlabi thought about the events which led to this moment. His brother, Ayomide, his adoptive mother, Wumi. The only two people who genuinely cared about him. Now he was going to die without having a chance to say goodbye. All he ever wanted was a chance to grow up, grow strong and make sure his mother, Wumi lived a good life.

The strike which destroyed the last vestige of power the defense talisman had came too fast. Akinlabi tried to dodge it, maybe he could lengthen his life by a short while. He couldn't. The talisman shattered, leaving the escape talisman clutched tightly in his hand as he ran.

How long would it last? Ayomide had not said. Akinlabi hazarded a look back, just in time to see his pursuer swing his blade once more. The strike that could have severed his head missed, striking instead the hand that clutched the escape talisman.

Blood sprayed out and the talisman fell. Akinlabi tumbled as his speed suddenly, drastically reduced. He rolled for a while before a tree broke his fall. Akinlabi clamped down on his scream, coughing a mouthful of blood.

He sat, backing the tree and facing his assailant who had now stopped running and was now sauntering towards him. A swelling and cut over his right eye bleeding, where the tree branch had caught him.

‘Accept your death.’ The man growled.

Well he had accepted it. In this ‘last’ few moments of his life, he could not help but think about his birth mother.

[i] ‘I am coming to meet you now.’ [/b] He used his good hand to fiddle the round object he wore on his neck, dragging his thumb round its edge.

‘May I ask how I have offended you, elder?’ Akinlabi could not help but ask. At least if he was going to die, he deserved to know why.

The man just smirked. ‘Madam Ayo sends her regards.’ he raised his blade for the final strike.

Suddenly, the object at Akinlabi's neck started glowing with a blue light. The already downswinging hand paused mid-air as Akinlabi disappeared from sight.

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I am grateful to you guys for staying with me.

I'll be traveling tomorrow and will be extremely busy but if I can't post tomorrow night, I'll make it the next day.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN


Ayomide saw his chance before the snake noticed what was happening. It darted past, spraying purple liquid which Ayomide sidestepped and brandished his machete making a long gash along its underbelly, spilling blue blood and exposing its innards. The snake quickly coiled, letting out a long hiss. Eyes bloodshot, it watched its death approach, matchete dripping blue and it steeled itself for one last attack.

It lunged again, baring its purple fangs, but Ayomide struck faster, severing its head with one mighty swing.

‘Wow, elder brother is quite powerful,’ Okikiola muttered while Akinlabi just stared wide-eyed.

‘You can come now,’ Ayomide laughed, panting slightly.

He used his matchete to prod the beast, certifying that it was dead before collecting its corpse in some sort of storage device he wore on his waist.

‘This snake had scales with very strong defense in addition to its corrosive poison. If I had used a normal machete, I would not even have been able to penetrate its hide.’

‘Luckily,’ Ayomide continued, ‘father gifted me with this machete. It is called fiend-slayer and it is an extremely sharp Rank One weapon.’ He explained to his brothers.

Okikiola nodded at the band on Ayomide's waist, ‘Can I carry it?

‘No you can't. I'll give you a storage-belt of your own later on and you can store the beasts you kill there. This one contains the antidotes, talismans and so on father gave. I have to keep it safe.

‘You are injured,’ Akinlabi exclaimed pointing at Ayomide's leg which had already started going black.

‘I know.’ Ayomide sat in the lotus position, removing a pill and popping it into his mouth. ‘Both of you, wait a bit while I force the poison out of my system.’

Akinlabi and Okikiola sat nearby, staring coldly at each other while keeping an eye on their surroundings. After a short time Ayomide stood up, beckoning to them.

‘That's all. Let's go find some Rank One beasts for you both to kill.’ Ayomide said laughing.

Akinlabi and Okikiola were visibly stunned but they quickly followed him, excitement flashing across their faces.

After about a quarter of the time an hourglass takes to completely let out its contents, Ayomide signalled that they wait. There in a small clearing, stood a mighty behomoth, tearing at the innards of an animal.

Ayomide laughed and said, ‘don't be scared. It's just a Rank One Crimson Bulltiger.’

Okikiola and Akinlabi both looked at Ayomide as if to say, ‘we are going to fight that.’

Ayomide did not pay them much heed as he said, ‘This bulltiger may be too strong for you as you have never fought any life-death battle and you haven't even been properly trained.’

‘You think?’

‘I'll go forward and wear it down a little for you, then I'll leave both of you to deal with it. Prepare.’

As Ayomide stepped into the clearing, the bulltiger raised its head, angry at the interruption and assessed the intruder. Ayomide just smiled an unsheathed his now clean machete, and calmly stepped closer.

The bulltiger assessed him, considering whether to fight or flee but as its assailant neared with glistening steel, it roared and charged to meet him.

Sweat ran down Akinlabi's back in rivulets as he tightly clutched the machete he had been given. This ferocious beast was even more terrifying than the snake Ayomide had slain earlier. While its large curved horns could not gore its opponent, its thick pillar-like legs could surely trample someone underneath them, not to mention that each of those legs had claws - claws that looked just as wicked as those rows of razor-sharp teeth.

As man and behomoth clashed, the beast was quickly and easily driven back. Pretty soon, it was panting heavily while rivers of blood ran down its already red body. Ayomide, Okikiola and Akinlabi noticed, was having a easy time dealing with this beast, as scary as it was. It was obviously far weaker than the previous snake.

‘It's your turn.’ Ayomide shouted. He had already gone to the beast's other side, forcing it towards the two frightened boys.

‘How hard can it be‘ Okikiola thought and charged forward, Akinlabi closely following. Okikiola had been training, learning to fight since he could walk, naturally, he had more confidence in fighting the beast than Akinlabi.

The beast raised its head and saw two tiny humans, rushing to meet it with upraised machetes while screaming loudly. It quickly made its choice, barreling towards them, noticably much slower than before as Ayomide had already slashed two of the major tendons in its hind calves.

Okikiola got to it first and slashed at abandon on its face before he was head-butted away. Akinlabi was more careful as he was not as confident so he monitored the raging bulltiger, narrowly escaping an extended claw before driving his machete deep into the beast's leg.

The beast let out a roar of fury, sweeping out its other leg in a kick that Akinlabi almost dodged but its extended claw grazed him and the pink flesh underneath his skin was exposed.

Ayomide chuckled at the scene. Everything was within his grasp and if things started to grow awry, he would be able to quickly intervene. They had to practice, to put their lives on the line. If they grew up coddled, they would end up weak and useless. They would also start becoming closer once they worked in tandem like this.

Okikiola was already roaring, charging like a mad man at the bulltiger and although the beast could no longer move, it faced its assailant with an iron will.

‘Careful!’ Ayomide warned and Okikiola was able to dodge the giant paw that swiped at his belly just in time. He dragged his machete down the back of the beast which bellowed it's fury at the heavens. However, it was already getting troublesome for the beast to remain on its feet.

Akinlabi and Okikiola quickly subdued it, Akinlabi still cautious but Okikiola getting more dating as they fought. He wanted to deliver the blow that would kill the beast. He wanted to bear that glory. He would not, could not, allow Akinlabi take that from him.

‘Okikiola, be careful!’ Ayomide warned once more but he was past all hearing. Okikiola struck, burying his machete beneath the beast's head and deep within its neck.

‘Argh!’ Okikiola screamed as the front right paw of the beast tore his belly open. The beast kneeled and dropped dead, resentment in its eyes but Okikiola was already loudly bawling on the ground.

Ayomide had sprung forward the moment he saw what was about to happen but he was too late. He got to Okikiola just as the beast died.

Akinlabi came forward, unsure of what to do.

‘Help me hold him down.’ Ayomide barked, rummaging through the storage-belt he had at his waist.

Akinlabi quickly fell to his task, struggling to pin down the flailing Okikiola while Ayomide applied some sort of salve he brought out of his storage-belt. He finished applying it and looked down at Okikiola who had fainted from pain.

‘This is pretty bad.’ Ayomide shook his head. He glanced at the frightened Akinlabi and said, ‘I have to take him back to get help, as soon as possible.’

Akinlabi just nodded.

‘You will only slow me down.’ Ayomide hesitated for a second before asking, ‘Do you know the way back.

‘I do.’

‘Good.’ Ayomide fished into his belt again and brought out two talismans. ‘This is an escape talisman. He said placing it in Akinlabi's palm.

Akinlabi looked at the talisman which had a dull shimmer.

‘It is incomparably precious and expensive. Father has only two of them and he gave us one as a means of escape. Please do not use it unless you face a ferocious beast then it will allow you burst forth with the speed of a Master Warlock. You should be able to easily escape then.’

‘This one, Ayomide said passing the second talisman to him, ‘can protect you from three strikes below the Great Warlock level. It is just as precious as the Escape Talisman and should not be used casually.’

‘How do I use them?’

‘Just release your spiritual energy into them. Ayomide said placing the fainted Okikiola on his shoulder. ‘Remember, you should only use them if absolutely necessary. Ayomide used his right hand to make Okikiola steady, while he use the other to squeeze Akinlabi's shoulder.

‘Be careful.’

‘I will.’ Akinlabi nodded.

Ayomide took off at a speed that stunned Akinlabi and soon, he disappeared from Akinlabi's range of vision. Akinlabi stood there a while wishing he was as powerful as this elder brother of his before he started on his way.

‘Hello Akinlabi.’

Akinlabi was startled as he saw a hooded man standing in his way. This man filled Akinlabi with a great sense of danger. His subconscious was warning him to run as this man leisurely stepped towards him.

You guys might not believe me when I say this but I was very busy. I had no time for myself these past few days and only came to Nairaland to read front page news headlines.

I am terribly sorry and will try to make it up to you.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (cont'd.)


‘The rules are simple, hunt the fiercest creatures you can and as many as you can. The individuals with the fiercest and most plenty animals will be given gifts, which were decided upon by the members of the king’s cabinet’, Olóyè Gbadamosi explained the rules of the competition.

‘You must not grievously injure one another if disputes arise or you will both be disqualified’, Olóyè Ariyo added. ‘If there are no questions, let the competition begin!’

The competitors moved out in groups as they entered the forest cautiously. Wild beasts roamed the edges of the forest with the occasional ferocious beasts chasing prey there.

Ayomide could be seen leading his brothers through the forest chatting away happily. He used that opportunity to explain some things to them.

‘Ferocious beasts are beasts that can instinctually practice magic-building. However, they have limitations based on their species. Ferocious beasts are divided into five ranks with each of these levels being the human equivalent of magic building. Rank One to Five Ferocious Beasts correspond with Warlock Apprentice, Initiate Warlock, Master Warlock, Great Warlock, and Grand Warlock respectively.’

’Can Ferocious beasts use special techniques?’ Okiki asked.

‘No, they cannot use battle techniques. They are called battle techniques but don’t be deceived, it is extremely difficult for a normal magic-builder to kill a Ferocious Beast equivalent to his level. Not only do they have great defence, due to their hide, scale, or even feathers, some are poisonous. they have sharp and incredibly sturdy claws or talons and frightening teeth or fangs.’

‘What are battle techniques?’ Akinlabi could not help but ask.

As a servant, he really didn’t have much knowledge about a lot of things. He only knew things that other servants or his adoptive mother told him.

Seeing this, Okiki could not help but sneer, ‘Of course, you are an ignoramus, how would you know something like that. The only thing you know is how to fetch wood.’

‘That’s enough!’ Ayomide chided. He was exasperated as he had no idea what to do to the two of them. Did they not understand that there was strength in unity? Did they not know that it was important for family to stick together?

However, at that moment, he sensed a presence in the undergrowth observing them, biding its time.

‘I think it is better I show you.’

Immediately, he dashed forward as he shouted:

‘Low Tier Battle Skill, The Wind Sweeps The Grass’

Immediately, a fierce wind picked up as it swept the dense foliage aside exposing a huge green and white stripped snake which was carried back and slammed against a tree. This snake was incredibly terrifying as its tongue darted in and out of its mouth. Its fangs were also dripping with a purple liquid and just looking at it would make anyone’s skin crawl.

Immediately the snake became exposed, it darted forward with astonishing speed, baring its fangs.

‘Stand back’, Ayomide commanded as he leapt forward with speed that was by no means less to that to do battle with it.

Of course, the two boys were petrified and could not move, their faces white with fear. The snake was about twelve metres long and around a third of a metre in diameter. Immediately they heard him, some feeling returned to their legs as they quickly retreated several metres. They only stopped at the farthest distance that they could observe the battle in safety.

As man and snake faced themselves, with two onlookers, they never knew that they were being observed by another party. A man hidden by the trees was focusing his attention on the three of them but Akinlabi drew his attention mostly.

This newcomer was Madam Ayo’s assassin. He had watched and assessed Ayomide’s battle and he was sure Ayo would emerge victorious hence Okikiola would not be in any danger. The snake despite its size was only a Rank Two monster afterall and Ayomide was a Master Warlock afterall. As the man-snake duo fought, he bid his time, looking for an opportunity to strike.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN



Okikiola was happy. He would get to follow his elder brother on a hunt this morning with other people in his circle. The only downside was he would have to endure that riffraff's presence.

The hunt had started as a suggestion among the younger generation who had returned from the academy but it had quickly snowballed into something huge. Now, all the people of caliber were interested in the hunt and it had become something of an informal competition among them – who could slaughter the most dangerous or numerous prey?

As Okiki walked along, he hummed a tune. He couldn’t help but remember the argument his parents had about letting him join this event. His elder brother had requested his presence, stating that he and his companions decided to take their siblings along for the hunt. Of course, his mother had opposed vehemently but his father had approved on the grounds that he couldn’t keep hiding behind his mothers’ skirts if he wanted to be a man.

As he neared the rendezvous point, he saw groups of people, some his age, but most were older. Many of these people were his friends and he called out greetings to some of them while he merely nodded in reply to others. When he finally located his brother, he was stunned. There, standing behind his brother looking as if he belonged there, was that trash!

‘What was he doing here?’ He couldn’t help but wonder. The moment he saw them, his mortal enemy also looked up and noticed him. Immediately, he started wondering whether it was a nice idea to go for this hunt after all.

Okikiola had heard about his underlings and how Ayomide had punished them for beating Akinlabi up. He had thought Ayomide only did it because everyone knew that Akinlabi was the Olóyè’s son, even if he was a servant, he wasn’t someone they ought to attack. Attacking him could be interpreted as an affront to the Olóyè himself even if he was just a bastard. He had no idea that the relationship between the two was better than that. His younger sister, Kikelomo, had informed him that Akinlabi had been training with Ayomide but he had laughed at the ridiculous notion and chalked it up to the stupidity of a little girl.

Ayomide noted the tension in the air and looked up, noticing Okikiola standing some distance away, clearly hesitating. When Okikiola saw him, he sighed and walked to meet them. If he did not join this hunt, he would never hear the end of it from his father.

Ayomide had heard about the frequent spats between his brothers and did not look kindly to it. He set about berating them endlessly and was warning them about the importance of family when he was interrupted.

‘Hey, Ayo, can’t you see you are boring those poor kids with your incessant rambling? Why don’t you come and talk with me instead?’ A voice rang out. Its source, a beautiful lady, was strolling towards them with a boy who was slightly older than Okikiola in tow.

Immediately, Ayomide’s face was a flurry of emotions as he quickly contemplated something and made up his mind.

‘You guys take care of yourselves. I’ll be around and come back when it’s time to begin,’ he said as he quickly excused himself and ran away at top-speed.

‘Hi there, you must be Ayomide’s brothers’, the lady said as she neared them.

‘Ayomide and I are together,’ she smiled. ‘Although, he refuses to admit it’, she added with a frown.

‘You just missed him.’ Okikiola took her outstretched hand while Akinlabi bowed slightly.

‘Did I?’ She asked. ‘Well I came for the two of you. I’m Omolewa and this is my brother, Ileri’, she said pointing at the boy trailing her.


‘May I know my future brothers-in-law?’

Akinlabi and Okikiola introduced themselves and they began conversing. They quickly warmed up to her as Omolewa was very nice. If she noticed the twin triple marks on Akinlabi's cheeks which heralded his status as a servant, she did not let on. In fact she was the one who encouraged him to speak freely and interact as Okikiola did.

Omolewa dragged the three of them, including her brother Ileri to greet this person and embrace that one. Okiki, however, was glaring at Akinlabi the entire time but didn’t do any other thing than ignore him.

Ayomide, on the other hand was close by and was observing them with a smile on his face as he berated himself for running away while making a mental note to talk to her properly next time.

Suddenly, a horn blew as Olóyès Gbadamosi and Ariyo which the children had pleaded with to oversee the competition arrived. Immediately, the people gathered, and organized themselves as they awaited the commencement of the event.

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CHAPTER TWELVE


Adeseye walked through the halls of the palace, her long, white, silk gown sweeping the floor as she ambled along. She was distraught as she pondered on the imminent danger facing her kingdom and how powerless she was to do anything about it.

The barbarians had always stayed in their land, with few people crossing over from either side to conduct business. Spiritual energy was scarce in the Rocky Lands, seemingly non-existent even. The magic-builders there had to rely on the magic stones that they mined from Spirit Mountains to practice magic-building and to catch up to the magic-builders in the Great Expanse.

Popoola Kingdom was one of the kingdoms bordering the Rocky Lands. They had benefited greatly from their trade with the Rocky Lands.

The Rocky Lands had no arable land and were unable to plant enough food to sustain themselves. Food, herbs, and other similar items were obtained from the kingdoms of the Great Expanse while they exchanged them for the metal ores and mineral deposits they mined from the numerous ore deposits scattered around in the Rocky Lands.

Pópóọlá Kingdom had earned massively from the taxes and levies they imposed on the trade caravans that passed through their kingdom, however they were now one of the kingdoms mostly at risk from this foreign invasion. In fact, it seemed like the Rocky Lands were preparing all their power to concentrate at one point and break into the Great Expanse, that point of entry being her kingdom.

Popoola Kingdom had been on high alert, since they received the news from their spies in the Rocky Lands. They had also sent messages to their neighbouring kingdoms in the Great Expanse, asking for assistance, warning them that they would be next if they refused to lend a hand. Of the numerous kingdoms they requested help from, those that they had good relationship with replied favorably and they had started seeking ways to stop their would be invaders together. Others promised that they would help for a certain price while the rest just ignored them.

Oyedepo Kingdom was one of those kingdoms that ignored their plea for help. These kingdoms didn’t believe that the tribes of the Rocky Lands would attack the kingdoms of the Great Expanse. They demanded proof and refused to act based on speculations.

Oba Adeleke, the king of Popoola kingdom had no idea what to do. The strength of the Rocky Lands was almost equal to the strength of the whole of the Great Expanse. If the Rocky Lands had decided to spread their offensive across the entire border then a joint counter-offensive would surely push them back but they had decided to concentrate it at one point and drill their way in. It was even worse that he had no idea why they wanted to attack. There had been skirmishes among the kingdoms and tribes of the two great lands of the Great Expanse and the Rocky Lands over the countless millennia of their existence but it had never been on a scale like this.

An opportunity to rope the Kingdom of Oyedepo into the battle surfaced when they heard that the heir apparent, Adedamola, would be leaving the palace on a secret mission. They immediately sent someone to extract him with the help of some local bandits and find a way to blame the Rocky Lands for the incident. This would ensure their cooperation in the great war brewing. However, they were surprised that the Kingdom of Oyedepo would blame Ayelatu Kingdom for the disappearance of their prince. However, they were sure that if they sent some fake evidence discreetly to the Kingdom of Oyedepo, they would come around.

Adeseye stood in front of the massive doors that barricaded her father's study. She took a deep breath as she pushed the doors open and stepped in. Inside sat an old man with grey-sprinkled black beard. His face was creased with worry as he pored over some maps.

‘I can see you are back’, the man said without raising his head.

‘Yes, father’, Seye curtsied.

‘You have been worrying a lot’, she said as she moved behind him and started kneading his shoulders.

‘Well, someone has to’, he smiled. ‘So my little sunshine, what did you find out during your little trip?’

‘Nothing, really.’

‘So, you don't think he'll be able to help us?’

‘Help us? What can he do? He is neither the Oba or a Balogun.’ She replied.

‘I have thought about it and it will be best for him to help us. He could corroborate our story about his kidnap by the Rocky Land forces and convince his father to come to our aid. The only other option is to kill him.’ The king said.

Adeseye stepped back. ‘No dad, you can't be serious.’

Ọba Adeleke stood and turned to face his daughter. ‘I also don't want to spill innocent blood, but if we can't convince him, I might have no other choice. The Balogun told me about your friendship with him, I'm sure he'll listen to you.’ The king said with a wink.

‘I'll try my best father.’ Seye replied, her head down.

‘Good! I believe in you. He's on his way to the palace. Our fate is in your hands.’

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nice one op, keep it coming.

Thanks. I'll post tomorrow, probably around 12pm. Sorry for the delay.

ashatoda:

are you a magician?

Not since we have been separated from the energies of universe. Now, I just live a boring mortal life. Oh! How I miss the sting of the wind on my face as I soar through the sky.


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Iizykidoo:



I have a question....so how I fit get magic too....make I dey beat everybody dey go

Hmm, the spiritual energy in our world is virtually non-existent. Actually, the reason is because some powerful beings decided to stop the chaos, overpopulation and so on. They placed a seal on our world that effectively stops any spiritual energy from trickling in from the cosmos.

Find a way to destroy that seal, you find a way to step into the dangerous world of magic-building.

Everyone, I am terribly sorry for the delay. I was about to post this morning before I decided to rewrite the entire chapter. I was only able to do that this evening.

If you have any questions concerning magic-building or whatnot, please let's hear it.

I know the story has started dragging, but it will soon pick up. This is because I need to set the stage for future events, some events not even happening in book one or two but book three. Please do stay with me.

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I am sorry for the delay.

CHAPTER ELEVEN


Akinlabi had been practicing hard for the past two days but with little progress. He had only started making tiny cracks in the wall that separated him from stepping across the threshold to magic-building and today, he had been able to cleave a giant fissure on that wall. However, it was not enough. Nothing he was doing was enough.

Akinlabi strained, rapidly devouring the spiritual energy from his surroundings and using it to assault the wall that was although cleaved, very much sturdy. The sun had started sinking beyond the horizon, heralding the night before the Hunt.

If he missed this opportunity, Akinlabi would never forgive himself. Veins bulging, he assaulted the wall again.

Unyielding as ever!

He imagined the spiritual energy was a giant rock, hurled at the obstacle before him.

Still adamant!

He imagined it as a club and lashed out on the wall.

A small crack, one not worth celebration.

Frustration and desperation gnawed at his bones and he howled. He howled at the unfairness of it all. Akinlabi remembered that Okikiola had only spent about half a day in seclusion before he had broken through. ‘Yes’, he thought. ‘The gods would surely bless Okikiola with great potential for magic-building while he had to make do with abysmal talent for it.

The fact however, that Okikiola had the best help Ayelatu could offer was not lost on Akinlabi. There were extremely expensive herbs that could help with the transition from mortal to Warlock Apprentice; talismans which came from the Rocky Lands and could help absorb spiritual energy, that could calm the mind and drive the body to break through major stages. Akinlabi did not have any of that.

Akinlabi surveyed the countryside from atop the hill that he had been practicing since dawn. The serenity of his environment was at conflict with raging turmoil that his mind was. He decided he would only descend the hill when he became a Warlock Apprentice else, he would be on the hill till the Hunt began.

Akinlabi's stomach growled at the thought reminding him that he had not eaten anything since the light dinner he had the previous night. Once he became a Warlock Apprentice, once he crossed that threshold, he would not need to rely on food or air to live. Magic-builders only ate because of the taste of food and breathed because it would be an inconvenience to keep absorbing spiritual energy every time, even when they were asleep, else they could use spiritual energy as a substitute for food and air.

Akinlabi hurled himself at the wall once again and punched, kicked, even scratching. He kept at it for a while, tears streaming down his cheeks till he heard a sharp crack which halted him and made him stumble back. A tiny new crack had appeared on the wall but it was rapidly spreading, connecting with the others there. They in turn began spreading and suddenly, a whole section of the wall came crashing down.

A feeling of euphoria brought Akinlabi to his knees as the fatigue of the day was quickly washed away. Elation, swept through him as realization dawned on him. He had broken through, he was now an Early Warlock Apprentice and was had officially begun his journey in magic-building.


Hours later, Wumi and Akinlabi sat in their room. Their faces illuminated by a flickering oil-lamp. Teardrops pooled at the corner of Wumi's eyes as she held Akinlabi's hands and gazed lovingly at him. She herself was a Warlock Apprentice but she had only become one in her late twenties. She did not even know how to facilitate the breakthrough and therefore was no help to Akinlabi with his own practice.

‘This is joyous news. It seems the gods have not forsaken us.’ Wumi remarked. ‘You have firmly stepped into the path of greatness, your mother would be so proud of the man you are becoming.’

‘Thanks Maami. You know that you will always be my mother.’

‘Of course. Of course. However, you should know that your mother, my friend loved you very much.’ Wumi brushed away a teardrop running down her face then stood up and went started folding the rafia mat she used to sleep.

‘Oko mi, could you make sure the door is locked then please bring me the hoe in the store.’

Akinlabi, although surprised, nodded and did as he was bid. Wumi stretched out her hand for the hoe but Akinlabi shook his head instead, demanding, [/b] ‘Where do you want to dig? [/b]

Wumi pointed out the location and explained, ‘Not too deep. About a foot is enough.’

Akinlabi had not dug for long when his hoe struck something. He reached for it and pulled out a wooden box. He handed it to Wumi but she shook her head, ‘It's yours. Open it.’

Akinlabi opened the box, wondering what all the secrecy was about. Inside the box was a strange metal that shone like gold even in the almost dark interior of the room. It was shaped like a coin with a hole in the middle. Strange symbols lined the surface and it was very light. In fact, if Akinlabi had not been looking at it, he might not have known that it was on his palm.

‘What..., what is this?’ Akinlabi stammered, eyeing the otherworldly piece of metal.

‘It belonged to your mother, her only possession.

‘What is it?’

‘I do not know. Neither did she. Even her father did not know what it is.’

Akinlabi sat on a footstool, taking in what Wumi was telling him. He ran his hand along the rim of the metal. It seemed alive with energy, power but in hibernation. Wumi watched him for a while before continuing, ‘Your mother asked me to give this to you when you became a Warlock Apprentice.’

Wumi started sobbing anew and used the hem of her wrapper to dab her eyes. ‘Your mother was more than a friend, she was my sister. I always knew there was something to your family. Your mother was the only servant that I knew that could read. I have been able to teach you only because she shared that gift with me first.’

Akinlabi went to console her as he promised, ‘I'll keep it safe. Don't worry.’

Wumi laughed a nervous laugh as she dabbed at her eyes again with her wrapper. ‘Do not mind this old woman. I don't know why I am feeling uneasy. Something is making my heart heavy. That's probably why I am crying over trivial issues. You must think me out of my mind.’

Akinlabi nudged her shoulders asking, ‘Who are you calling old woman? My mother is still very young. I only wonder why she refuses to give me siblings.’

Wumi pinched his arm and he yelped, retreating and stumbling over a footstool.

Wumi laughed out loud, ‘Serves you right for teasing your mother. Do you think that because you are now a Warlock Apprentice, you can tease your mother without repercussions. Wait till I get you.’

Akinlabi ran to the door, quickly unbolting it and disappeared through it with Wumi In pursuit.

Good morning all. Today's update might come a bit late. Kindly bear with me. Thanks.

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Please keep the update flowing..

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Op no update today?

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oya update na

I have updated o. Make una no vex.

Make una no vex for the slow update.


CHAPTER TEN


Adedamola had been incarcerated for close to two weeks. The only time he had left his room was when he had got his ass handed to him by someone in the same realm as he. Admittedly, he had been holding back, but even if he had not, he would still have been defeated. It would have only taken slightly more energy on his opponent's part.

He still had no idea what his captors wanted with him. He could only focus on his magic-building exercise since his magic pathways were no longer sealed.

In these past few days of monotony, the only thing he looked forward to was Seye's visits. He had not seen her since the day of the duel and was wondering where she was, what happened to her. He had asked the new servant who had been going about her duties robotically but she had no idea who Seye was.

That brought back thoughts he had somehow shoved down himself. He had a feeling that Seye was not all she claimed to be. Seye, despite her servant status was a beautiful lady. She had a lithe body with all the right curves in the right places. Add that to her perfectly sculptured face which had a smile that could melt the stoniest heart and you have a top-tier beauty. Her ebony hair which smelt of jasmine, rose and orange blossoms also perfectly complimented her caramel skin. She was refined and could engage in intelligent conversations which made Adedamola suspect that she was not who she claimed she was.

Adedamola had decided to get her to tell him about her true nature. As if she had been summoned, Seye walked in smiling and winked at him as she took a sit. She greeted Damola, dropped his meal and sat to chat with him a bit.

‘How are you feeling now?’ She asked.

‘Cooped up in here. I have no idea why I'm here or what they even want from me,’ Damola replied with a frown. ‘Where were you?'

‘I think they'll let you know very soon.’

‘You did not answer my question.’

‘I went home. My dad wanted to see me.’

Damola frowned. ‘Your fellow servants do not know who you are. What....’

[b] ‘So you asked after me.’ Seye crooned. ‘Did you miss me?’

‘That's not the point.’

‘You are upset. Did someone offend you when I was gone?’

Damola ignored her question.

‘What about you? Do you know why I am here?’ He asked her for the thousandth time.

‘My Lord, I’ve told you already that there is no way for me to know what you ask’, Seye frowned in annoyance and stood up to take her leave.

‘So we are back to formalities.’ Damola let out a hollow laugh. ‘There’s no need for you to feign annoyance,’ Damola said with a chuckle as he stood to face her. ‘I know you are not who you say you are and that you are probably here to get whatever secret it is that you people think I have. Tell me the truth and I’ll probably be truthful to you too.’

Seye looked at him for a while and then burst out laughing. ‘My Lord, you are hilarious. You think I’m working with them?’

‘Do you still deny it?’ Damola said, now getting angry. ‘You must take me for a fool. Your fellow servants do not know who you are, you come and go as you please and even the guards at the door seem respectful to you whenever you deign to grace us with your presence. And most importantly, no servant could be this beautiful.’

Seye’s eyes twinkled as she smiled bewitchingly. ‘Oh! So you think I’m beautiful?’ she asked as she tried to touch his arm.

Damola swatted her hand away as he started shouting, now having completely blown his fuse.

‘Stop flirting with me. What do you people want? Just let me know and if I have it, I’ll give it to you. What did the Balogun mean by Oyedepo Is in danger?

Of all that had happened, Adedamola was most shocked by the threat of war against his kingdom. After the duel, he had been allowed to wander the surroundings albeit under guard but he had mostly remained in the room he had stubbornly remained in. The Balogun of Pópóọlá Kingdom had arranged new quarters for him when he heard about his living conditions. He had been in the capital when Adedamola had been taken and had no idea that he was placed in such quarters. However, he had sent a servant with his profuse apologies with instructions to relocate him to better quarters but Adedamola had only requested for a meeting with the Balogun to discuss the threat to his people. The Balogun however had left for the capital once more.

‘I... I don't know what you are talking about.’ Seye said and retreated a step.

‘Of course you don't.’ Adedamola advanced. ‘Who are you really?

Adedamola took her in. He thought of what he knew about the Balogun Of Pópóọlá Kingdom, he had no daughter. ‘Seye’ he thought. Who was she? He assessed her and ... Master Warlock, she was a Late Master Warlock like himself and suddenly, it clicked. He staggered backwards as he stared at her in disbelief and realization as well as shame for not realizing it sooner. He had always prided himself on his intelligence and was more of a scholarly prince than a sword-wielding one. His eyes gleamed as he lunged forward. He had to subdue her quickly.

But Seye was waiting. She evaded his maneuver and spun around, delivering a kick to incapacitate him. It connected and he went down in pain.

He stood up as he winced, ‘You are the princess of Pópóọlá Kingdom, Adeseye.’

Adeseye only replied, ‘I am sorry, for everything.’ She ran out, slamming the door behind her.

This whole charade started as little more than a prank. Adeseye was the princess of Popoola Kingdom. In fact, she was the only child of the reigning Oba. She heard that they had kidnapped the heir apparent of Oyedepo and she had decided to get to meet him. She knew the matters involved where no joke but this was precisely why she had decided to get to know him, know what kind of person he was. Another reason was to put away the thoughts of the impending war her kingdom faced. She was tired of sitting in terror waiting for news of the war. If she could gain her kingdom an ally as powerful as the Oyedepo Kingdom, it would be wonderful but now..., she didn't want to think about it. They really had no choice but to involve the Kingdom of Oyedepo. Even if they didn’t involve them, they would be involved anyway. The only difference was that if they got involved early, it could mean a hope of survival for hers.

Now, however, looking at things in retrospect, that had probably been a wrong move. She had now earned his ire and she hoped that it would not impact their plans negatively. However, she felt that it would be best to end the whole play.

Coming to this conclusion in her train of thoughts, she went to her room and ordered her servants to beginning packing up. She had stayed long enough in the Balogun’s residence and would be returning to the palace.

CHAPTER NINE



Madam Ayo was having a disagreement with her husband. She didn't understand why her husband did not ask the king to not interfere in their personal affairs. She was mad at everyone, mad at the king, mad at her husband, mad at the bastard, mad at his dead mother, mad at the idiot she told to kill the woman, and most importantly, she was mad at herself. She should have stepped in all this time but she had been content to sit in the shadows and enjoyed making life miserable for the boy. If she had killed him, all this wouldn't be happening - of course, if her husband had just kept on his clothes, none of this would have happened either.

Olóyè Oyelekan tried to pacify his wife.

‘Darling’, he cajoled, ‘you know I can't go against the orders of the king. However, you don't need to worry. I've made up my mind, if he gets admitted to the Academy, then I'll send him off. He won't come back to this house nor will he be a threat to you or your children.’

‘Hmph’, the woman snorted. ‘You had better be true to your word,’ she said and walked out on her husband. Olóyè Oyelekan just shook his head and chuckled as he watched his wife's departing figure. She was prone to anger, although whenever she was, she radiated with a certain kind of glow that made her more beautiful.

Madam Ayo was in her late thirties, however, she kept the beauty of her youth with an appearance like someone in her early twenties. She was a widely renowned beauty and many men were envious of Olóyè Oyelekan when their marriage was announced. As the daughter of the Ọtun Of the Ọba of one of the kingdoms bordering Ayelatu in the north, she had grown up spoiled. She never wanted for anything both in her father's house and in her husband's house and now would be no different.


Madam Ayo got to the building allotted to her in her husband's residence and sent for her bodyguard. He had been with her since her childhood and was very loyal to her.

Within minutes, a stockily-built man with a wicked looking dagger sheathed by his side was standing before her.

‘I have a task for you,’ Madam Ayo began. ‘I want you to find an opportunity to kill that miscreant.’ [/b]

‘Who?’ the man could not help but ask. He knew that she loathed both Ayomide and Akinlabi. He also knew how impulsive she was. It was obvious she was in a foul mood and hence, he could not help but fear whatever it was that she had in mind. He could only hope that she meant the bastard boy.

‘Who else?’ she spat out, repulsed by the dummy she had as a bodyguard. ‘It's obviously the bastard.’

The man heaved a sigh of relief as he assured her, ‘it shall be done without fail.’

‘I don't want your assurances; make sure you do the job well. If you had done it the first time, I would not have had to rely on that idiot who killed the mother but ensured that the boy was born.’

Bowing, the man turned and left.


Wumi, Akinlabi's adoptive mother, was doing her laundry when Akinlabi returned. He postrated flat on his chest as he greeted. ‘Good evening mama.

‘Kabo ọkọ mí. How was your training with the Young Master?’

Akinlabi tried to take the clothes from her but she waved him off and stared at him, demanding an answer.

‘The Young Master is very kind but he is just as strict. All my joints ache from the training I went through today but it was worth it. However, I made no progress in my magic-building, same as yesterday. He told me not to worry though, that these things take time.’

‘May the gods bless the Young Master. May he never lack any good thing.’

‘Ase.' Akinlabi watched Wumi scrub a particularly tough stain off her wrapper and contemplated telling Wumi about something Ayo had told him.

‘What is it? Wumi said without looking at him.

‘What, mama?

‘You have something you want to say. Spit it out!

‘The Young Master promised that if I am able to break through to the Warlock Apprentice stage in three days time, I will accompany he and Okikiola, the Second Young Master for a competition staged by the influential people in Ayelatu.’

Wumi wrang the clothe in her hands and dropped it in an earthen basin by her side. She faced Akinlabi. [b] ‘What does the competition entail?’ She asked.

[b] ‘It's a hunt. We are going to the Daunted Forest to hunt Ferocious beasts of....’

‘What? Ferocious beasts? You can't go. You know you are the only one I have.’

‘Mama, calm down.’ Akinlabi said as he stood behind Wumi and started kneading her shoulders. ‘We are only going to hunt Rank One and Two beasts. Since the Young Master is a Master Warlock, equivalent to Rank Three beasts we should be alright. Besides, he also said that when we get to the Academy, we will have to undergo similar tests. I heard the Young Master is very talented and the Olóyè has promised to give him some talismans as protection. We will be alright.’

Wumi relaxed as she knew that in the world of magic-building, risks had to be taken for people to move forward. The fact that he could also meet some important people could not be overlooked. This was a one-time opportunity for him but it did not stop her heart from thumping loudly as she said: ‘You will be alright. Please be careful.’

‘Of course we will mama. You still have a lot of scolding to do.’

Wumi slapped his hands away, laughing, ‘You are not okay. Go inside, your food is ready.

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Come and update, so we could give a better comment on the characters... Oloye Oyelekan is claim tough and decisive on the surface but deep within he is broken, his first's wife demise is still taken a toll on him. Akinlabi, is just playing weak for now due to his circumstance. Op, update us to get a complete emotional analysis of the characters....

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About the characters, ..., hmm.