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Devilpen:
While you vote.... We have come up with something that will interest you and spike a lot of questions.....

TOP 10 STORIES ON NAIRALAND.

1.My madam and I (by Topher052)

2. My billionaire boyfriend (by Kingokoh)

3. Number 225 Katakata street (by Centino)

4. Broken Hedge (by Rachealfst)

5. Twisted (by Itsandi)

6. Pastorzoned (by Rachealfst)

7. Jewel from the Ghetto (by Jameskudooski)

8. Thrills of a Lagos babe (by WuraSerano)

9. The Dog Attendant (by TheBlessedMAN)

10. Call of the wind: THE GENESIS(by Pabon)
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#writingsanctuary

Thanks for the mention. I feel honored.

Damn. I'm still missing this story. It really meant a lot to me. Can hardly wait to begin proper edit. It's been a while.

BlessedNiel:
I've been following your diary
And I guess you are involved in other projects
I hope it goes well
Just try to stop by and drop something for us from time to time

Alright. Thanks for sticking with me.

Good morning guys. I haven't forgotten about you. I've been busy with works.
I'm coming back soon.

#MadeofMore

Wow. This is so much revelation. It somehow syncs with me.

Writing is a passion. I'm not all about the fame. I wouldn't like it TBH.

Sitting down with Crayon and hearing him talk was fun. Vince stared, bewildered how a boy his age could know so much.

"The service center houses the Lord Spiritual. He has been a harvester for nearly a century now. News has it that he once drank of the eternal elixir. "
Vince hadn’t grabbed it yet. He was still coming into terms with all these strange things, spells, essence and worst still, magic.
Magic and sorcery hadn't been a thing to worry about in Pongash. It simply never existed. Never. Not until he came to this place. A place that wasn't in the central map.

'If it does exist, this magic you claim to have, to be driven by, why haven't I seen you, or anyone in particular use it? "

He watched the boy grimace in what seemed like confusion. It was like he had the answers but didn't know how to put it. When he spoke, his emotions poured out.
“You can't just write off magic like that. It was by magic that I was able to locate where your dying body was and had I not seen it on time, you'd be dead!"

Silence took over like a balloon suddenly deflated. He could almost visualize the pain--the feeling of life being sucked away. The pricking sensation like a thousand needles working their way through his entrails. Such pain he wouldn't even wish for a sworn enemy.
He had heard about the scorpion venom, how deathly it was. But to feel it was a different thing entirely. He wondered why the world was suddenly against him. What had he done to merit all the bad things being released on him?
He tightened the jacket around his body, his hands in the pocket. The cold wind kept rising.

Crayon was quiet. He kept biting his lips. He didn't blame the boy. He had often been that way, and even worse towards his sister. She had been two years older and she wouldn't let him forget the fact. His own way of getting back at her had been through words.
She would pursue him all around the courtyard whenever he told her how unfortunate she had been to have come as a girl. The throne was his for an inheritance. He was going to teach her a lesson when it became his.
The threat would never materialize. Only now, did he realize how much he missed her. Bully or not, she was his sister and had been his source of strength, of pride.

She was already skilled with the sword when she was only ten, just a little taller than Crayon. She took part in the amateur swordsmanship duel at twelve. She’d won it gloriously but he had never been so fortunate.

Despite several training sessions, he had never mastered the wielding part. People said the sword hated him. It always fell from his tightened grip. Entering into the competition had not even an option.

Vince’s only pride was his quick feet. He was a natural runner. None of his mates or even Thelma argued that fact. But all was lost, gone like Christmas, the difference being that he wasn't expecting their return.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that!"

He was cut off from his reverie and didn't respond immediately. He knew of course that Crayon hadn't meant to remind him of his sorrows. He couldn't blame him for he wasn't always blithe. He had come to know that Crayon cared. He'd been with him throughout the period he was recuperating and would bring him flowers he gathered on his way from his school. He was himself learning to be more careful with words rather than being extemporaneous.

"It's alright. I know you didn’t mean it. You're far too kind to do that!"
He watched Crayon's cheek light up. His cute dimple was visible.

"You can't be too sure of that,” he warned pointing a finger at Vince. "I could just set you on fire one day."

Vince chuckled as he watched him try one of his spells, the umpteenth time he had watched him try.
"Enflammare!”

Fire shot out of his pointed thumb. It came towards Vince who had just split seconds to react. He didn't. The fire zoomed towards him. The fire made contact and Vince fell with his back to the ground.
The pounding on his heart was the only proof he had that he had seen it and not imagined it.
"You have magic! It's real!" he said shaking the Crayon. He didn't respond. He was still shaken.

"How's that possible, you should be burnt badly!"
Oh, I think you missed!"
"No, I saw it clearly, it was headed for your chest but jumped suddenly, as though pulled up, and, it entered your pendant."

"That can't be true?"

Crayon gawped at him, his mouth agape.

"I now see why mum allowed you to use the necklace again. It must hold some magical ability."

Vince didn't know what to say. He wasn't exactly sure that Crayon had missed. He thought his falling backward had been his saving grace.

He broke the silence. "Good thing is you did magic. Let's go tell Mrs. Mantel about it."

"Alright,” he replied turning to go.
Vince listened to the young man blab about all the things he was going to do once he got to school the next day. He tried not to think about the pendant that was throbbing at his chest.

It's an interesting story you've got here. Please continue.

Fazemood:
Nice ending bro, to am anticipating a mind blowing book two, so make it happen soon. Thanks for this wonderful story

You're welcome sir!