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In the vast and mystical lands of Africa, where the sun sets on golden savannas and rises over lush jungles, the ancient gods Kulhleh and Khar-rehh ruled the celestial realm. They were siblings, born from the cosmic energies that shaped the universe. Kulhleh, the radiant god of light, blessed the land with warmth and illumination, while Khar-rehh, the enigmatic goddess of death, ensured that all living things returned to the embrace of darkness.

Long before humans walked the Earth, these divine beings roamed the heavens together. Their connection was profound, and they understood the importance of maintaining balance in the world they had created. As siblings, they shared a bond that transcended even the vastness of the cosmos.

In their divine abode, perched among the stars, Kulhleh and Khar-rehh weaved intricate tales into the fabric of existence. They fashioned the landscapes, the flora, and the fauna, each a masterpiece reflecting their mutual respect for one another's powers. As light and darkness worked hand in hand, the circle of life flourished.

Kulhleh's light breathed life into the plains, allowing vibrant wildlife to thrive. Elephants trumpeted in joy, lions roared majestically, and giraffes stretched their necks to reach the heavens. Under his watchful gaze, the rivers flowed, and the rains quenched the thirsty earth, ensuring that every corner of the continent was adorned in splendor.

In contrast, Khar-rehh's embrace brought closure and renewal. When an animal's life reached its end, she was there to guide its spirit to the afterlife, where they would find eternal peace. She taught the creatures to honor the cycle of life and to understand that every existence held meaning, whether it be short or long.



As ages passed and civilizations flourished across the African continent, the influence of Kulhleh and Khar-rehh remained woven into the fabric of life. From their divine connection, the birth of deities and demi-gods came to be, each one responsible for overseeing different aspects of the people's lives.

Among these celestial beings birthed by the siblings celestials, two stood out as the most feared and powerful, beloved and revered by the people. Khiahav, the God of Lightning and Thunder, embodied the raw energy of the heavens. With a mighty roar, he could summon storms that shook the earth and illuminated the skies. His presence was both awe-inspiring and fearsome, and the people often sought his guidance during turbulent times.

On the other hand, Kha'arma, the God of the Dead, held a more somber role. He ruled over the realm where spirits resided after departing the mortal world.
Kha'arma ensured that the souls found their way to the afterlife, where they would be embraced by the darkness and find eternal peace in his mother's embrace.

The people of Africa revered both deities above all else, for they knew that life and death were intertwined, just like the eternal dance of light and darkness between Kulhleh and Khar-rehh.

Khiavah and Kha'arma were seen as guardians, preserving the balance in the world and protecting their mortal subjects from harm.

But as the years went by, whispers of jealousy began to spread among the celestial beings. Kha'arma, though wise and dutiful, felt a pang of envy for his counterpart, Khiavah, for people began to see death and darkness for what they wished to see it as, cold, painful, unforgiving, unyielding and an end undeserving.

The people's admiration for the God of Lightning and Thunder seemed to overshadow the reverence for the God of the Dead. This seed of jealousy began to grow, fueling a desire within Kha'arma to ascend to greater power.

Kha'arma, consumed by ambition, hatched a plan to usurp the council's head and take control over all aspects of the heavens. He believed that by assuming Khiavah's position, he would earn the admiration and respect he craved. Unbeknownst to Khiavah, Kha'arma rallied a group of celestial beings who shared his ambition.

However, betrayal awaited Kha'arma for some of his supposed comrades were secretly loyal to Khiavah,


So when Kha'arma and his followers attempted to overthrow Khiahav, the God of Lightning and Thunder displayed his might in a dazzling display of lightning and thunder that reverberated throughout the celestial realm. A fierce battle ensued, this battle created many incredible monsters of legend and myth across the earth, in the end, Kha'arma's ambitious dreams were shattered.


Kha'arma was condemned to a realm between life and death, neither fully among the living nor the dead. There, he was to remain until the elder celestials returned to assess his worthiness of forgiveness. It was a punishment steeped in both justice and compassion, for even the celestial beings understood the complexities of the human heart. His name never to be spoken again, his altars never to bear his worship, his history wiped clean from tongues of all for all generations and time to come.


BUT WE WERE LIED TO

SYNOPSIS


Since time began, before the white men ever thought of the shores of Africa, before their civilization, the great continent of africa was filled with great men, beasts, monsters and gods.
Among the beasts none came as close to AKhuraka eater of gods and men, among the gods, none came as close to Khavah, The god of lightning and Thunder, and among men, a descendant of neither beast nor gods, one whose legendary and myth lays hidden in the time past, unfolds once again, His name is Kha'arma

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"Ken kurah, the prodigal prodigy comes to beg for mercy but what you will find is only pain and death!" Alkanoshin Taunted, his wu Chung stance even more impressive than before.

"where is master za, gate keeper!?"

"Fight me, let's see what manners the outside world left!" Alkanoshin's anger brimmed in his voice, his muscled ripped as f**k and and his stance, sharp enough to cut the wind in clean halves.

"I don't have time for this sh*t, I have..."

Alkanoshin made him hung his words, sliding through the air with a right leg kick straight out of nowhere that pummeled kurah into a wall.

The kick was unexpected and so was the pain that crawled down kurah's chest quickly.

"fine, ( spits blood) let it be known that I don't want to fight you, I wish an audience only with the master,"

"and the master you will see, if you can get past me!"

Again Alkanoshin took a powerful stance, fists relaxed into strong striking palms, eyes set on destruction, His strong desire for a worthy opponent seemed to struggle with his anger at the audacity of the man who stood before him.

"come now, let us find our answers in combat!"

Kurah roared into life, his martial techniques had been altered into something similar to the western style boxing, powerful but slow and Alkanoshin was anything but slow.

There was this monotonous ringing in his head "Round One, Fight!" there afterwards, he was nothing but the calm and reasonable.

Alkanoshin came swinging, throwing palms and kicks that connected every now and then like bludgeoning effects, his speed was enough to deflect the consistent and somewhat unexpected courter Kurah was putting up.

He made a forward swing and helped his body sway so swifty in the air that his 1-2 kick jammed kurah's face into the ground.

the separation was a moment to taunt kurah.

"You're a disappointment after all, the master was wrong about you or is there something else you wish to show me!"

Again he took another experienced and impressive stance, watching with much curiosity as kurah gathered himself together, up and ready for another round.

"that's more like it, at least you can prolong your death a little bit longer!"

Again, he swung into kicks, this time, there was a bit difference, kurah was matching his high kicks with more precision and courter strikes.

Kurah faked a hit to which his opponent much too prepared for, took the bait.

His opening was a low yet powerful punch punch to the guts.

Alkanoshin doubled this down with a blistering head butt and a swift left kick which was perfectly timed to throw kurah off balance.

Again there was that much needed separation, a chance to breath but more importantly a need for strategy change.

"you dare walk into this temple and demand an Audience with the master?!"

Alkanoshin cartwheeled out to safety and doubled flip right back into the fight, He delivered excruciating and bone breaking kicks and chops, one after the other, many absorbed by the open air or countered with block but even more made contacts and delivered pain strikes.

Alkanoshin was all but the little and fragile trainee he, kurah once knew, He had become a threat to his purpose just within the span of a few years.


"I used to watch you and the others train right into the night but the master seemed pleased with you the most, did you know even when you left he never stop mentioning your name? K.E.N K.U.R.A.H!"

Alkanoshin turned his chops into the clenched fists.

This time, He reversed his wing -Chung stance and went for a Wu-shin boxing. More power, good speed.


Ken kurah's breath grew shaky as he mustered a bit of strength to take his stand, His ribs were hurting like hell and his ego bruised like never before.



Kurah stood up and stood his ground, Alkanoshin was right, the west had a way of altering everything it touches, his ideals, beliefs, skills, everything but the question remained, was it for the better or worst?

Kurah began to swing from left to right, he had been a big fan of Bruce Lee movies, these movies played a part in his views about sharing martial arts, improvising techniques and invading the rigidity of the so called martial arts mastering.

He swung left to right gaining speed and momentum armed with a fist and a chop.

Alkanoshin, too eager to jump back in hadn't realized the new found sense of courage and strength that was flowing through his opponent.

He quickly received a left stinger buried in with a neck chop that sprung him backwards but Kurah was the aggressor now.

Alkanoshin wiped some serious kicks but much too predictable to kurah who countered with kicks whilst letting his chops and jabs do damage.

The battle was already one sided now,Alkanoshin like a set of dominoes staged was crashing and falling apart, growing ever so weaker.

The chops began to disintegrate and crash the chunk of meat that was Alkanoshin.

"finish him!" Kurah could have sworn he heard in his head delivering one, staggering and bloody elbow chop.

Kurah took three steps back and came rushing at Alkanoshin for that final piece of the puzzle.

But he never saw it coming, Master Za delivered a heart stopping chop to his chest, sending him into the ground.

"You arrogant boy! you still haven't learnt anything yet? I guess that's all my fault after all, now prepare to die!"

Master Za said.

He worked his tongue around his mouth in disbelief, finding a couple of dislodged tooth, which he collected and spat out sharply.

He smirked realising This wingman was going to be a challenge after all but weren't they all a challenge? But this one was different, possibly he indeed possessed the essence of Alrath-Gath.

"Where is he?" He asked himself as he lifted himself into the air once more, his battle hammer tightened around his hands.

'Of course, he would be somewhere trying to help these puny and worthless humans, trying to help them give meaning to their little existence that meant nothing to the source creation, such stupidity and cowardice he couldn't tolerate.

He jettisoned into the open air with a new clear purpose, defeat this inferior wingman, take his essence and destroy this planet.

"Taatatata...."

He came under a missile and bullet barrage by incoming jet fighters that had managed to elude his comrades and minions somehow.

"How foolish!" He thought arrogantly, tearing the atmosphere with speed that made him blur, his hammer tore through the jets in a single instance, giving none a chance to escape, they rocketed down in pieces and debris.

A quick satisfactory look came up on him as he watched briefly before flying even higher and farther away.

The imposter would have to pay dearly now and his so called planet would be the price.

"Tdah!"

He had missed it in his moment of thought, The wingman was back, he had attacked from behind almost out of nowhere, grappling him by the waisting and pushing both of them to crash land to earth but that was a coward and an untrained combatant's way to fight.

He broke the wingman's hold, gripped him by the neck and sent him to the ground in one powerful throw, from where he stood in the air, he could see the impact crater.

He increased his speed and joined the wingman unlike the imposter he was bent on finishing his opponent.

He went on to land blows consecutively with his hammer and hands, ensuring even the coward's healing ability couldn't compensate any longer.

"I will destroy this planet before your very eyes, you will watch and then I will tire away that essence from your laughable and pathetic soul!"

He confirmed dishing out one last deafening and thunderous strike to Angelus, who went slump, out of breath, out of will, out of strength to resist the urge within him now.

He had denied it even before the fight had started, the world was in grave endanger, this grand-arch was a serious threat to his and the lives of seven billion people.

But he realized his choice could also mean certain doom for the universe.


"Any last words?" The grand-arch asked, flinging Angelus out of the crater into a 52 feet skyscraper, watching him plummet to the ground, half buried by rubbles and debris from the impact.

He flew slowly with a smile he was only comfortable to give when he had finally defeated his enemy.

"Set off the world killer, at my command, you release it!" He spoke confidently into his comm, giving the necessary commands for the destruction of earth to his subjects.

"I still can't understand how a puny earthling got imbued in the first place, your kind are useless and worthless, you have no purpose or meaning to the source, your kinds are pests and livestocks meant to be dominated and destroyed at one's wish, to know your kind have survived all this time is a feat none of you deserve, your ...."

"Shut the hell up!"

Angelus turned intangible and walked out of the debris, there was something different about him this time, he seemed ready to take him on again.

His essence, it was burning bright, too bright, he was radiating full glory.

"What is this, ready for another round!?"

"That's enough!" Barked Angelus.

He flew into battle once again, clenched fists, breaking the sound barrier in one go.

The grand-arch swung his battle hammer and missed terribly, Angelus unrestrained delivered a bone crushing blow after blow in a blur that sent the grand-arch flying straight into a skyscraper.

"How?"

The grand-arch asked, unsure of what he was seeing and feeling.

He didn't care either, he flew into action once again, this time , he would surely get the job done.

"Tadah!"

He must have lost consciousness for a moment as the punch threw him out of earth's orbit.

He seemed shock and unable to react even more as Angelus went into a frenzy, punching him into asteroids upon asteroids, smashing and breaking him from within.

His punches became as weaker and laughable as Angelus- no not Angelus, Alrath-Gath had taken over.

Alrath-Gath clinched on to his head flinging him into an orbiting satellite, the explosion seemed devastating enough to put anyone out of commission but he was a grand-arch.

"So finally, the coward decided to give the ball to a much worthy adversary!"

The grand-arch flew out of the debris, his healing ability quickly working its essence.

"This fool has been saving your and your comrades pathetic existence, but no more!" Alrath-Gath replied, his eyes blazing in sheer power and authority, his essence seemed unquenchable and without a doubt, the most powerful of all.

Surely, this would be a great fight, they would tear planets and solar systems apart ad they battled.


Sad reality was that, he would continue to think that for the rest of his natural existence.

Angelus had sucked him real deep this time into his memory space; a psychic space where he imprisoned the thoughts of thousands of wingmen whose essence he was imbued with, thoughts that contained the consciousness of many souls, he hadn't thought about it but Alrath-Gath had helped him for no reason whatsoever.

"Losing your life to this sympathetic fool is enough embarrassment to me and the powers you posses, my powers!" Alrath-Gath had said.

So there the grand-arch stood, mindless and empty, his consciousnesses sipped into the mind-space for all eternity to comet.

Angelus caught his breath for a moment, he had done it, he zipped into the open air breaking the sound barrier, there was no time to celebrate, the war was won already but the battle was still raging on.

He curled smoothly behind the car using it as a leverage to stop more bullets, this time.

Tightened grips around his double 9mm sig sauer p395 pistols, he burst into action again, 20 rounds of ammunition, 20 kill shots.

"Gboah!" "Gboah"

Ducking quickly, as two more lifeless body dropped to the ground, he seemed to havr rattled his companions who began to get a little bit hysteria, shifting and moving carelessly like chess pieces falling apart.

He rolled out into the open, seizing two more deadbeats who fell to the cold floor before their guns stopped firing.

This time, he rolled under the cover of an empty bus or so he thought.

"Kakaka...Gboah!"

The smell of gun fire and quickly suffocated the air around them.

There was no hurry for him, dinner may have to be postponed but one thing was certain, he was going to kill them all, none of them were up to par, too bad.

He went flat on his stomach and fired two shots, one to the foot and one to its owner's head who slumped on his exploding skull.

There and then someone jumped out of the bus, clumsy enough to let him adjust to the threat was a big error.

He slid out of shooting range and pushed his big right foot into the groin of his companion who bellowed and did all his best to adjust to the pain but he gave him no chance.

"Gboah!"

Another skull went burst as three more bodies appeared from the sides, flanking him, they fired aimlessly as those in terror did, he shielded himself as quickly as he could with his Kevlar SSR suit, hiding his face from the blast directed at him and instinctively thrusting his back foot into the stomach of the other approaching from behind.

He charged and grappled one's gun while unloading one round into the cheat of another and then using his unfortunate assailant's gun to murder the third man who hadn't recovered from the kick to the stomach.

"Ah!"

"Gboah!!"

And down the last came to his death. He slid underneath the bus and out into the open, under heavy fire but barely enough to get past his suit and do real damage.

He his his face under the protection of his suit and unloaded more bullets with deadly precision as he drew nearer.

Two came out to the open to their death as he charged at them, grappling one's gun out of his hand and pushing it deep into his throat, breaking his wind pipe before delivering a splitting and nail biting kick to the head of the other who went slumped dead to the floor immediately before he unloaded two rounds in them to make sure, they stayed dead, his world had a lot of those characters who rarely ever stayed dead.

He took a big hit from behind that pushed him into crashing the windscreen of another vehicle, he took two pieces and flung at his companions, one took a piece in his hand and the other, went deep throated.

"Gboah!... Gboah!!"

They went beneath the natural plain into the great abyss of nothing.

In a few more minute's, agara road had turned silence, a cemetery sort of silence would feel jealous over this silence that came over the area.

"Grin-Grin-Grin!"

"Hello" Markai responded, pulling the shells of his suit as he walked around to confirm his companions were all dead.

"I got bad news and worst news!"

"Give me the bad news first," Markai responded.

"The job you pulled in Delta , 2012 has been flagged down,"

MArkai's heart almost skipped a beat, he shuddered with great fear that his gun fell out of his hand.

"He is dead, right? He died, didn't he? Please tell me haround,, tell me we did it, tell me..."

"No, John wike is Alive, He left a Message with your gang, you should see it for yourself, the table has flagged you an outcast they are scared as well, you are on your own now,"

The call went bleeped and so did Markai's expression did.

He could feel his legs shake beneath him, if only the ground could swallow him up but even that wouldn't stop the devil from claiming his soul not to talk less of John Wike.

He tightened his grip around his pistol, he had lived such a great life as a top and feared assassin, what waste that would be but at least he would be doing himself a favor, this time around.

"Gboah!"


Echoed one last gun shot.

We could almost tell where and what insects were chirping as the darkness made sure we couldn't even tell who slept beside who but knowing Master Han we would have to do better, we would have to be able to hear our very own heartbeat and even more those around us.

The week before that night had been exceptionally brutal, a week of silence where none was expected to say anything not even a sound, it was horrific seeing choi choke on his food and die without the masters giving the slightest care and Marly had been made to endure a viper's bite without screaming his lungs out, not even the slightest sound came from any of us, whoever's heart thumped faster than usual was punished severely by the masters.

Choi wasn't always the brightest nor the smartest but I had hoped he would at least last the second labor.

We had come up with a sign language by day four and managed to get the most basic messages across without flaunting any of the master's order.

The labor of silence they all called it yet it's mystery tore our minds apart, surely the master wasn't planning to let us all loose in the dying forest? We all may must have thought at some point.


Tomorrow, the master had warned us would test and help us accept and become one with the silence.

"A ninja is the silence, and the silence is the ninja, they are one and the same, mastering the silence is your key to survival, it is your life as a ninja, to live in silence externally and internally"

Master Han's voice echoed in my head as I laid still in pitch darkness, my restlessness was a curse I shared with the others, there was no gain in worrying my head over tomorrow I tried to tell myself with no success, one certainty was this, many of us would have to pay a prize for failing, I intended not to pay more than I had already.

SHADOW OF THE NINJA: LABOR OF SILENCE