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[size=5pt]CHAPTER EIGHT[/size]

[size=4pt]A soothing coolness was radiating around his head. The type you get when you just woke up after some really excruciating mental and physical exertion.
Hmmm! He felt so comfortable here.

What had he been thinking about?

His mind went in a stream of backward motion and arrived safely in what he could say undoubtedly was the strangest place he had ever seen.

Where does a lion run from a prey or even a predator?

It was never the prey. It was the LION, the king of the jungle. It was meant to scare other animals, lesser, equal or even greater in size with his intimidating mane and roar that could melt even the hardest of hearts. It was the predator, an epitome of ferocity, the true blend of power and doggedness. It was this that made everything more confusing. Something had to be wrong. It was either the boy had a power equal to the lion or even greater or another theory could be that the place was an outcry of vicarious, insane. A complete deviation from the real world projection.

Still, there had been the case of a mice chasing a cat.

Which mice does that? Given the feline nature of the cat and its sharp claws. It could so easily have squeeze to death the mice just the way you would an orange. And it hadn't looked like a joke or a merriment affair. Which cat allows itself to be bullied by its prey?

Definitely!

This was an 'upside down' world. A fallacious projection of the real world.

But...What if that world was the real world? ...And the one he was in now was a mirage?

"Damn! I think I'm just so head jammed right now. Confused and jeez and...my head's beginning to ache!"

Pause...

His nose had caught the strange and repugnant smell of something so strong it made the pit of his stomach do a flip. What was it that smelt so bad?

Eyes opened slowly...

The dead roaches and the small heap of plates on the floor casted a shadow on the fast already peeling, color deprived wall...And this wall didn't look like it was made of brick, block or concrete. Twas made of...mud?

He stirred immediately and looked around. Three strong goblets were on the table and from one was coming a steady wave of smoke which no doubt contained a sizable amount of the foul-smelling liquid. He heard a wheezing sound and turned towards the fireplace. A kettle was purring out smoke and it was unattended

Who ever started a cooking only to leave it unattended?

He got up and headed for what looked to him like a reading table. Book laid opened on the surface and the reading lamp was still turned on.

A name! It had to be on one of the books...

His movement though didn't come quite as he had expected. A sensation he was not so familiar with was building up on his limbs. He looked down to see a a bandage wrapped around his leg. In the middle was a patch of dried blood, his blood. It appeared the evil creature had really found his leg edible to have chosen to poke its fangs there.

Still he moved on. He was curious to know where he was and who it was that had rescued him or otherwise captured him. He still wished he hadn't fainted after only just catching a glimpse of his face, whoever he had been.

As he got halfway to the door, he couldn't help but notice that something was amiss. The shock he felt as he placed his legs on this spot wasn't just from the pain he was feeling. A certain feeling of...of warmth in contrast to the rest part of the floor. He looked down and heard an unmatched sound of something unfastened.

"Oh mhen." That was all he could mutter for the split second he gained the recognition; the floor board had come loosed and he was going down and descending really fast.

"Arrrrrrrhhhhhh!" [/size]

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Hello everyone its smartshadow. I am currently using a friends nairaland account
Some of you might have read my novel(complicated desire).
Well thanks to the wise and mature minded moderators(and truly I say this with the highest level of sarcasm there is), I have been banned from this section and my work has been moved to sexuality section.
I must say that I wasn't by any means warned or alerted about this decision
It pains my heart because not only have I invested valuable time in writing this book, but there are nairalanders who have been following, supporting and enjoying my work.

It goes to show that its not everyone who can use a computer that actually has common sense.
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I take no offense cos for one, you've brought attention to my thread. I should say thanks. And I'm quite sorry concerning your unfair treatment.

Thank goodness I was able to finish that chapter. Now thinking up the next. Whoever said writing was easy!

He wished he had read more about this evil spider so as to know what to expect but alas, he had been too comfortable in his dream paradise. A numbness was beginning to build up on his face and he knew that soon his face and indeed his nose would be frozen. Death indeed was inevitable. It kept creeping on and he fought hard to keep breathing. His mouth was dry and he couldn't seem to keep his tongue wet. He felt down in his thoracic cavity like he was being strangled.


Damn! He could no longer breathe. He tried forcing air out but to no avail. His heart which had been pounding slowly was slowing to a halt...his thoughts were no longer in a jam but had now achieved a perfect state of stillness. His struggles ceased and his mind clicked to a stop.



He found himself in a place that looked somewhat like a camp. The people he saw were all dressed in what he could describe as a modernized form of rags only able to cover their delicate areas leaving the others bard and they had no shoes on.



He watched as a little boy, a little younger than himself run pass him. He was pursuing something...Oh, he could see it , it was a lion and--what the hell--the lion was running away like his life depended on it.



What was this place? Oh, don't tell me I'm dreaming again!I could just...


Another scenario caught his attention, he saw a mice chasing a cat into a hole and his mouth fell agape.



"What is this place?," he asked again.



It was then he took a look at himself and saw the change. His body was not that of a ten year old...it looked more like that of a adult teenager. He was shell-shocked at this.



"What's happening to me!," he screamed. He keeping used his hands in covering his mouth but noticed that the woman who had been spreading clothes to dry on the patch of grass had not even so much as moved a muscle in reaction to the noise that he had just produced which could even alert a deaf man.



He saw a house from afar with its roof made of thatch but it was freshly made and he wondered if this was what attracted him to it. He found himself moving in its direction. He noticed that he was moving at an unimaginable speed that even himself couldn't coordinate. He looked down towards his feet and screamed soundlessly as he discovered that he wasn't walking but gliding in mid air. He tried to slow down but the more he tried, the more his speed increased.



"Stoppppp!," he screamed out in fear as he approached the house not just because he was inhumanly gliding but because from his calculation, if he went straight ahead he was going to crash in pure concrete wall.



Exactly as he had feared, he glided straight into the wall and he waited to feel the great surge of pain flow through his whole being from having all of his bones broken. He waited closing his eyes but alas, it didn't come. He open his eyes slowly and was amazed when he found himself standing with his two feet inside the building and face to face with a very bearded man wielding a sword and swinging it in some very cultured motion.

He shifted uncomfortably as he was daringly so close, too close to the swinging blade. He made to move backward but looking back saw a barrier in the form of a wall. His heart skipped a beat. The man advanced towards him and as he did he flashed a quarter joule of a smile.



"Hell no, he can see me...and...and, he after MEEeeee!"



He made to run to his right to the only exit but the blade had been swung already and he watched as it sliced through him passing through his navel. He stopped and watch as blood made to flow out. But it never did. The sword had passed right through him without cutting him. He looked at himself surprised.



"What sort of a dream is this?"



He noticed the man had continued practicing his swordmanship after he had seemingly cut him. So, maybe he wasn't exactly planning to kill me.


You wouldn't exactly want to kill someone you couldn't see, or does it ever happen?



A door opened and he saw a very beautiful woman possibly in her twenties walked in carrying a trayful of some sort of dream which he guessed was medicinal tea. The man put down the sword and flashed a full blown smile at the lady who returned it with a dazzling one of hers to reveal a perfect set of white sparkling teeth. She walked gracefully to where he stood and gave him a peck on his cheek.


"Enough of practice. Its time to take a break," she said pushing him down but gently to sit on the sofa. He took the cup and brought it to his mouth. His face contorted as he gulped it down. It definitely was some of those bitter tea that had medicinal properties. He wondered what it did.



She, the lady pressed her head against his chest as he put the cup down.



No doubt she is his wife. The man wound his hand around her shoulder and pressed her in. They stayed like for a long while during which he had time to survey the environment. There was the unmistaken air of splendor here. The floor shone like it had-an indeed it was-made of some lustrous material. The bed was made from, oh, he didn't know much about wood but there wasn't a way that this wasn't gonna be expensive. It felt smooth against his touch. The bedding was thick and hairy the like of which he had only seen in Manterror's possession. On the wall were various artistic paintings. On one a very little boy was caressing a dog on the head. On another, there was the picture of a cowboy posing with a horse. One caught his attention; it was a picture of a man, a woman most likely the man's wife and a young lad, somewhat four years old. There was something about the boy that he just couldn't put together. His eyes, bluish like sea and his lip....



Suddenly, he found himself being drawn away like a pressure cleaner sucking in dirt. His whole essence was sucked away through the walls and through thin air until he found himself at a clearing at broad daylight.

Looking down on a boy wrapped in web!



"What the he...I'm not dead...I can't be dead!"


His words were coming out as disjointed, he was shaking visibly. He tried to squeeze a tear but found a barren tear gland.



Was this what being dead felt like?



Footsteps...



He waited as the 'who' came into sight. It turned out to be a what instead, the azian spider. It was taking careful steps towards his body perhaps observing if he was absolutely dead. He came to where his body stood.


"Damn! Is that how my body looks.."



He was looking white, deadly white, like all the color had washed from his face, from his body.
The spider was directly over him.

I have to do something. Oh, he's about to eat me. I have to stop him.



He tried earnestly to come up with a solution but nothing was coming.



The book.



The book had said something about something that stopped this evil creature.
Oh, I was never able to complete that word. I'm doomed!


He tried again. It had read B--W---A---T. It stopped all creature that crept.

BWAT

What could that be? Bwat...oh...WATER. The author had been trying to say "by water."


He had to get water. He looked around but there was no water source around. The azian spider had already pierced his body with its sharp tentacles and was in the action of tearing his limb apart...

Splashhhhh



Water. The spider was dripping with water and it was wriggling as though acid had been poured on it.



But where had the water come from?



He looked away from the spider to see a strangely familiar figure.

It was the STRANGER.

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He backed away in utmost fear, his bottom rubbing the ground as he slid backward but the predator seemed unperturbed. He could see the terror clearly in its amazingly big and black eyes which were a shade lighter than darkness. More sputum fell on him as the spider continued staring down on him.
His legs felt wobbly under his weight as he made to stand. He wondered still why the creature had made no attempt to get him to remain under its clutches. He stood upright and then slowly observing the spider with caution, made to run and that was when the first of it hit him.

It felt like a rope made from climbers and twigs only it was stronger and held firm to him. He had never thought that webs were so much silky. He was about to be 'webbed' and for fear couldn't imagine what was to become of him in minutes.

Slowly, he was dragged backward by the strong webs which were being spun around him at an amazing speed and precision. Soon, he was encased all around and rendered immobile. He tried time and time again but with the tightness of the web, his efforts were as good as pouring water in a basket especially as this basket was alive and bent on using him as a late night snack.

Minutes passed and soon his eyes and head were all covered. He could hardly breathe and he felt the air sweeping around him as he was slowly hoisted up and propped by two strong webs against the trees.
He waited while holding his breath for the eating to begin but it wasn't coming. Oh, maybe it had decided against eating him immediately. Thank goodness,at least, he got to eaten later and given time to think up a possible escape, he was holding unto this hope as his life depended on it. He wondered how he would look inside the belly of a over-sized giant spider. He wondered if it had teeth to marsh up his flesh and to --my god--crack up his bones or if it would just cut him bits by bits and then swallow. Anyways, he would be long dead, too dead to care.

He was also surprised that his mouth had not been webbed and he could very well scream the heavens down if he wanted to. Could this be the way that the wizard Ordin had configured his demon...to watch them scream as it ate them to their death? He could only picture the scene as he watched as his limbs were pulled of and eaten raw not even boiled or roasted. Anyways, what did it matter. He would be already dying from the pain. He would...

Wait a minute!

The trees.

He had been propped up against the trees. They were his friends even if he had only befriended them less than 24 hours. Thank heavens, he wasn't hopeless afterall. He would call to them for their help once this beast had retreated to its sleep. Ha! It wasn't that smart and precise afterall, else, it could have been able to detect that trees were not so much the best ally against humans like him...especially humans with good aura. He flashed a quarter pound of a smile which he had to drop quickly as his cheek hurt due to the painful sensation that was a side effect of this spider's web. Oh, Ordin! He would strangle Ordin if he met him. How could he have been so cruel as to make a monster like this and then just die without taking his evil with him. He deserved a real good whacking. He tried turning his hand but it felt numb. It was evident that all the blood had sort of coagulated there.

So this was what it felt like to be webbed?

He would now truly know the agony those moths and butterflies who made the costly mistake of flying into a spider's web felt. He felt like his was trapped inside his own body. What was the word for that again....

Shhhhhs! Listen!

Ironic as it sounded, his mind had just ordered him to be still and concentrate as he heard the retreating steps of the spider. He gave it some time, about ten minutes and when he felt everything go still, he called out to the tree.

"Hey tree!"

No response.

"C'mon friends!"

Silence.

"Hey! Guys! Please wake up and help me. Don't tell me you're asleep. That spider just spun his webs around you. What's that your name again?"

"Aha! Thank you for remembering to ask. I'm the tree who you refused to welcome you. You thought you were too good for me. Well, I don't see how I'm gonna help you. I'm too good to get my hands soiled by your filth. You could as well kiss your life goodbye. You're a dead meat."

"Oh no!," he exclaimed. He then turned to the other at his right.

"What about you, don't you care that I die?"

"I'm sorry....but, I can't help. I didn't get to introduce myself else you wouldn't even dare ask help of me...I'm a bamboo...and we ain't friendly to humans. Sorry!"

"Jeez, I'm dead!," he exclaimed more to himself than to the trees.

"You could say that again," both trees chorused.

He immediately knew why it hated him, the bamboo. They were one of the most utilized species of trees owing to their tensile strength and so were always exploited. He wondered how such coincidence could have happened here, especially to him. How come he had been tied to two unfriendly trees, human haters. He really was damned here.

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"The singing birds", "The wishing stars", "Pentecoss", "Jail breaker", "mummifying process" ...That title caught his attention. He thought he had heard it before. Where? Where? He couldn't exactly put it together. They were like fragments in thousands of pieces too loose, too difficult to be put together.
Mummifying Process

He opened the book and read what appeared to be a summary written neatly with ink.


"Azian spiders are believed to have originated from the ancient worlds of Inlios, the twin magic city of Ingard. They are believed to have been created by the Wizard Ordin who was cruel and wicked and needed a weapon sleek and deadly and able to move with the greatness caution and quietly so. He needed some form of weapon that would kill without anyone hearing the screams of the victims call for help. He found reason to think that the spiders were the greatest match to this.
And so he created his creatures to resemble the spiders but unlike spiders they were big, a dozen times larger than real spiders. They stood at ten feet at the least and had the head of a crocodile, with razor sharp teeth that could pierce into the strongest of bones in seconds. They were black, ebony black. Like spiders, they went through procedures. First, they trap their preys in webs(but their webs are way stronger and tougher than a normal spider's web) and then they wait for the prey to stop struggling for a possible escape. Having de mobilized their prey, they go to the last step of eating it up, in this case humans during which they leave no remains, blood, bones and all..."


He paused to imagine the horror to having ones body eaten alive by a horrifying creature. He prayed he never had to come across such in his life. He realized he had been standing and walked to the bed to sit down. As he sat, he noticed the bed go down and made some sound that were unmistakably ripples; it was a water bed.

"Cool," he said looking around and examining it. This place was so sophisticated and yet still had a touch of tradition. He wondered who designed it. It was such a master piece. His mind drifted back to the book and then the pounding in his chest resumed. He wondered why he felt a relation to the book...like he could fell every bit of the description playing out before him only that it wasn't happening to any other person but himself.

"These spiders, were a creature of precision. They were spelled to trace prospective preys from a distance tracking their heat signals from distances. Ordiners are found in forested areas and are often found lurking in the dark owing to the fact that they possessed the faculty of a keen and sharp vision."

He wondered why he was feeling more and more worried as he read on. It was not as though he was any close to having an encounter with any one of such creatures. He was here in a comfortable room free from harm and without need to worry. He shrugged his shoulders and read the last paragraph on the page.

"The azian spiders are only known to have one form of weakness and any other thing will be without effect on it. Ordin had thought he had created a flawless creature but he was mistaken. Every creature has a weak point even magical ones and the azians were not spared. Like all other crawlers, they..."

" Whoa! There's so much information here," he thought. He wondered who had written it. Just then he looked down to the bottom right corner of the book and saw a signature so carefully signed and underneath, a name; LOGAN SANDOLL.

Logan Sandoll..what a name! Sandoll? He wondered what it meant. His mind went back to the book. He was surprised that his attention kept slipping from the book. He found it hard tracing where he had stopped. But in seconds, he got to the line.

" Like all crawlers, they are impeded..."

His vision was getting blurred and the letters were no longer legible.

Something was wrong!

He tried desperately to read them but could only make out some letters.

"...B WA T ..."

He felt his whole world melting before his eyes and his breath becoming difficult. He screamed out in pain and jerked up....out of his sleep. His breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. His vision was still blurred. Slowly it cleared and he saw that he was still in the clearing in the forest. Good. Tears dropped down on his legs. He stopped. He had not realized that he had been crying. He touched it and realized it felt a little sticky. He touched his eyes and traced the path where the tears ought to have followed but they were dried.

Shock

Just then he another 'tear' fell on his head. He slowly looked up to see something, the true source. Horror struck, he could only open his mouth wide; here was the perfect match to the description of an azian spider.

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He got to a clearing in the forest and thought about ways to get himself warm. He went around and gathered enough twigs and sticks. He then arranged them in a kind of whorled arrangement. He then did a spell commanding flames to come up.

"Enflamare!"

It caught fire and soon he was all warmed up. He found a short thick stump and sat on it. His clothes were getting more worn out he noticed. He wished he could do something about it. He allowed his mind to wander back to the castle and wondered how the other serving servants would feel concerning his absence. Would they miss him the way he was missing them now or would life just go on as though he never was there? Oh, mr Manes, the baker had been very nice to him. He wished he had talked to him before living. Mr Manes had been the father he never had. He was the only reason why he missed.
And yes, there was the other lady, Mercy who often helped him do laundry whenever she was free. But of late, she had been so occupied that he couldn't even remember the last time he had had the chance to talk to her. There were still some nice people in the castle.

But why was it that only poor people were good and the rich were bad and badly so. He wondered if that was the way they were configured. In all his miserable life, he had never met a kind hearted rich folk.

"If that's what being wealthy means then I wouldn't mind staying poor," he told himself.
His mind then wavered to the trees around and the way the most of them had received him. He wondered if they also had emotions; did they sometimes feel lonely, feel sad, feel angry. These were his constant emotions that he shuffled with everyday. They should. If they could talk then they ought to be able to have feelings too.
By now the woods were getting really charred and he was worried that it wouldn't last long. His eyes were getting drowsy and he had the nudge to stay awake. And he knew too that there were creatures lurking in the dark and so he had to watch and be on alert. But for how long could he keep watch?

He listened as the late dwellers made for their sleeping places. The birds had all located their nests and were now peacefully cruising on. Even the small four-footed creatures were no where to be found. The only sounds he could hear were from insects especially crickets which seems sounded like they were singers in a catholic choir in the heat of some rehearsals. It was this sound coupled with his already heavy eyes that led him into dream land.


This dream wasn't like any other. It was like a real display of the real world; the world were everything he had thought perfect were existent. A world free of any form of slavery, a world were kids his age were allowed to roam around and play with the most sophisticated of toys, allowed to eat roasted meat on any day of the week and not just on celebrated days like birthdays and festivities.
He was in a room decorated with the finest linens imaginable. It was colorful and really welcoming. It was GEMÜTLICH; agreeably pleasant with a mixture of old and new. The paintings on the walls were new with a touch of antic. It pictured some great imagery like that of epic warlords riding dragons, some lovely looking ladies rocking kimono and all... In a milk vase grew out lovely daisies, the window faced the ocean and it even had a fireplace. The room resonated to him in a way that made him feel like a four year old just learning to identify and place value on colors and patterns. The blue color on the wall felt cool and gave him the cheeky feeling. He loved this place really much. The fact that it wasn't really cluttered allowing a lot of walking space was what elated him the most. He smiled as he traced the edge of the shelf holding some books, they were smooth and were in arguably made from the best of oaks. He started skimming through book titles and quite a lot fascinated him.

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[size=4pt] CHAPTER SEVEN [/size]

Cold. He hadn't thought that the night would be this cold but as he walked through the pathway that Harold had told him led to the den of monkeys, he was almost freezing. He realized how stupid he had been to have escaped from Manterror's grip without accurate preparation. Here he was stricken with cold, no heavy clothing, not even a change of cloth, no water gourd. He wondered what have become of his cell. Would they bring it down or would it be left alone. Sure, Gofrin would relish the opportunity to tear out everything he possessed but of what use were they anyway? Still, he should have at least brought a change of garment. The one he wore now was barely able to keep him warm especially after it had been severed with holes from the trees' welcome 'party'. He wondered what next he should do and where he should go. He had often heard some serving maid talk about a certain cave that was believed to be in this place. Maybe he would have to find it.
He arrived at the den and saw a few monkeys keeping guard.

"KoooKoo...kaaa!," came the monkey's voice. He waved at the two of them but they gave no response.

"On duty I guess," he said murmuring to himself. He tried to gesture to them that they should give him entrance into the cave but they wouldn't bulge. He was eager to find out how they coordinated their selves to the extent that they had a security system. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him and he shoved one of the monkeys aside and made to enter into the cave. What happened next gave him the shock of his life. About four monkeys dropped from above, most likely from a tree holding sticks and as they landed they struck him hard with the sticks which made him fall flat to the ground. He tried getting up but the sticks came coming down again.

Damn it! He should have known there were some of these on the tree...the way these ones kept looking up. He had to run from here because he could be dead in minutes if they continue striking him with such vehemence. Already, he was feeling the pain on his back and his head had began to ache. He tried getting up again amidst the strikes and then they doubled their effort. He turned around painfully to face them. They didn't relent still and went on striking his body; chest, stomach and all. He pulled his leg in and kicked out to the nearest of them and sent that one flying backward which hit its head on a tree and passed out. He did the nearest again and this one flew backward and landed with a crash. He then got a hold of the stick from one which had a grey head and with it defended himself from the other one. Timing his attack, he launched at that one and hit it on the nose. It stopped immediately and began holding its nose running away. The last one which had the grey head raised its stick in midair and then turning around and seeing none of its fellow comrades stopped. George seized the opportunity and with his stick, brushed it off its feet. It landed hitting its head hard against the ground. George got up and turned around to see that the guarding monkeys had resumed their post.

These monkeys are so dutiful he said to himself but he made up his mind that he was going to come back and find out whatever it was they were guarding.

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ODUMAIYE:
nice one. bros happy new year

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