Just as Ronke and Hana got down to the grond, there was a brief moment as they paused to take in the airs of the Familiar Realm. For Ronke, this was a rather iconic moment, that is, to think that she would be able to come down to her home town after the long period of time had gone by.
It was indeed somthing for her, in the long run. After all, it had taken a lot of planning and some teamwork event to the cost of her losing her ambiton as a CFR squad Captain. There had been times when she ahd thought if it was all worth it but right now, with her feet on the home soil now, it was something which was remarkable.
Here was home, the end goal of everything which she had been seeking after. This was home and the goalw as evn in sight. She could save her people. that much was a given fact. Even though it did not seem rather to be likely at first but then, she could dare to hope.
She remembered only briefly what the Chief of Fair Weather Town had said to
Welcome home
Even though it was a no brainer to think that she would not get to see the Four Elders of Famialir Realm despite landing this close to the Town Hall, nothing could have prepared her for this moment.Ronke stammered, stunned by the fact that the Elders would be out here to welcome her. Well, not welcome In the actual sense of it. The tone at which e had been arrested with had set the lace.Renegade daughter?? Whoever welcomed anybody with such a word in the first sentence? Certainly not anyone who had pure idealistic and hospitable intents towards her. If for anything, that word in the first sentence from the Elsers gas done nothing more but inform her of how much she was unwanted in this place.A renegade daughter? Like her? And she was expecting that they would just allow her to waltz in and come to their rescue? How could she not he seen it?She was unneeded here. Unwanted. And if for anything with the way things were fast spirlling out of control, she would fast
Amidst the decisions that she had to make, keeping silent was not an option. Rather it did one thing. It showed weakness, an attribute that Hana was willing to kill or be killed for, rather thann to show it.“What is it going to be, Ronke?” Hana asked her voice slightly louder than before but enough forThere were four elders, each one of the synonymous with the element which they controlled.In Familiar town, things happens just slightly and slightly off the usual way. Even though it was pretty much the usual thing since many other realms also used this method of government, the Famialaor Realms used the congress styles government. Them they coupled with that style of government with the council styled government wherwghey made rather critical matters which could not just be discussed in the open of the streets.For the rather open matters, the Town square was a place where the whole of the town met. And when they did, the council of the Four Elders would be
The Hana she knew would have taken laws into her hands the very moment she was threatened but right now, it was different. She was standing down which meant she was trusting in her judgment this time. That trust, Ronke reasoned, was something which she did not want to lose now. It gave her courage. However, unless she was able to make the best of it, then it would not matter. No, it would not matter in any way that the Hadjan Female thought of her. That was why she had to think critically and ensure that she was not going to make any rash decision out here. Still, while having those thoughts in her head, the Elders did not think it lightly to have here. Their customs were their customs. And it did not matter what the others thought of it, for
What was Obatala’s mistake?Surely as the first of the Orisha, one would expect him to be the prototype of perfection but unfortunately such was not the case. He was prone to error, as much as others could as well be. But the core thing about him was that he never for once did flee from the mistakes which he had made.Perhaps it was this expelary nature of his that seal his fate as the Kkng of the Gods. Being that in a time where the Eledumare we're just about recovering from the betrayal of their own first creation, Obatala was a breath of fresh air.In his drunken state, the King of the Gods had gone about creating his first assignment. Stories have it that he had to do his task with the soil which he had didst brought down from Heaven.The dust that tyw Poultry Fowl had scattered all over the face of the waters, which had sokodofied into layers upon layers of rock solid earth; the foundation of the planet Earth. It was this same earth that the King of the Gods h
When the new comers stepped into the picture, the Elders could pretty much tell that the sway of reason would be great.They exchanged furious looks with one another, saying nothing to the other but yet telling only so much with just their glance. It was clear that they would not be in support it of whatever mandate that the new comers had come up with.Remarkably, the Elderrs could only marvel within themselves. To think that the Unique Familiar who they had turned out and vanished from their homeland could return to them. It showed the true Familiar spirit, the spirit that never did give up even when the entire Heavens was against them. It was the enduring spirit and in Ronke, they could see that sport settling upon her.To think that the Uniiqe Familair, a lady of that matter would rise up to the ranks f the CFR in Amnor was amazing. The other Unique Familiars who they had cast out often did not amount to anything worthwhile. They often does out, overtaken by
They say when a person is drunk or simply has had too much liquor, two things are best expected to happen.One. He two is that the person or entity may lose focus of what is actually ompornat and focus on trivialities. Or two, the person begins to get overly zealous and most tomes there is very little to no control on what this person can do or say.That is why when one person is drunk, it is mostly only fine when such a person is within the protection of the walls of their house. Or at least, somewhere away from public influence. This is what has being carried out for long. Or has become the unspoken law which everyone of these days have often had to uphold to their hearts.However when it does comes down to Obatala, the supposed King of the Gods, he did not have such luxury. You would have to consider that this was at the start of times. This was when the universe was basically getting a boot up so there was really very little archives of info that Obatala had. Or perhaps
Creating deformed humans was the height of it. At last to the creator being the King of the Gods. He was shocked beyond marrow as to what he has created. Beings without limbs or even without both limbs. He watched as they tried to crawl about, as they struggled to live. Originally, he must have thought of destroying them. After all, we are talking about an Orisha who was more than happy to serve Eledumare. He must have had thoughts as to making only what the best could be. You should be aware at this junction that this is merely speculation now. It is only our attempt in trying to understand what must have been transpired in the mind of Obatala. Yep records do not exactly leave us with all the details, if you must know. Still, at this, the possibilities of having loopholes or the possibilities of us being wrong i
With the way things were going now, Ronke could feel the high satisfaction building on the face of ABiola. She wondered, silently, how much ut was that her own brother wold have so much hatred for her that he would do anything to pull her down?Was it her own fault tat she hd happened to be a Unique Famialir free from the ancestral curse which had bedeviled every single one of the Familiars in their hometown Was it her own fault thats he had happened to be the bright one, out of the other Unique Familiars who had been thrown out by their society and she had turned out to be someone with this much potential? Was it her fault?Then why in the seven heavens did he continue to treat every of her misfortune like it was fun to watch? How much did he really hate?Sometimes, ROnke heaved, silently she wodnerd if thy were really siblings. Perhaps, they had been switched at birth nd her own brother was out there, somewhere. She just did not know. Bu then, she had come to
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No more did the noise of the crowd disturb the harmony of both Hadjans as they stood still, both of them staring at the ground. After Abiola dispersed the assembly, he had said a few parting words to the crew and then left, his head heavy in thoughts. The City was in mourning. Whether they blamed Ronke for bringing in Ascenders in or not, it did not change the fact that Ronke was gone. There was no way in the Seven Heavens that they were going to get her back. At least, not in the form she was, when she was alive. Ken and Spyder stood a while back, watching but not daring to say a thing. They had not known the crew for too long, their only actual connection being no one sles but Bayo. Now, Bayo was gone. Or rather, Bayo had gone rogue.
“He was an Ascender/” \ “How come we did not get to be told this?” “Ascenders are always evil. We know this.” “Why did you withhold this from us?” “Why Would she bring us to the services of an Ascender.?” “They say the boy was her lover?” “Is it true?” “ What is this? This is bad!’ “The Irunmole Could come down on us soon.” “What she did, not telling us, was bad.” ‘I don’t support this.” “Ronke did us bad.” Ascenders: Rising To Hero
I, Temi, former Asoju of the Irunmole Society and ambassador to the Draconian Confederacy hereby write, in this official statement in my defense, that I do not regret my actions so far. Nevertheless, it is not to your fault that I hold these things. I try very much not to dwell on what is past but in the same vein, the recent happenings have left me irked. So irked that I would rzae the heavens to get my vengeance. The one who cost me my pain, the Ascender and First Born of the abominations of Trixius. Fight and destroy every one of them until, at long last, my dignity is restored and the hand that struck me down is brought back in embers. I, upon my honor, I shall have the head of the First Born. Maybe, only maybe by then, you may come to believe me. To believe the extent of the severity of the threat that194. First Born's Judgement
Life is not one thing that is set in stone. Our fate is not set in stone. One moment, we may think we have it all but then at that same moment, Life plays its expensive jokes at our expense. There and then, the life that thought was perfect immediately takes a sour turn, making for nightmares what once thought we had. It is a pitiful tale of our own very existence but it is so that we must live. One by which we must abide in, as far as we are not gods. Even the gods themselves are fated to live lives in which they are not pleased with. What then is the confidence for us who are not even like the gods in any way? There is nothing in life, that being said, there is everything in life. Let us not think that at our best moments, we do not expect the worst. Always set out good things but then, keep a handy
“Did you know about this?” Abiola asked Ronke, mouth agape. “He is a monster.” “Yeah, that does not matter. We won.” Ronke dismissed the conversation. But on looking back, her eyes widened now. Several of the Familiars seemed stuck to even act as they stared at Bayo, standing over the gigantic mass of the Turtle Backed Sonic Beetle. She could instantly guess what they were thinking. Now, they would be putting two plus two together, making their observations about what was really happening. Holding her stomach now, she heaved and then screamed out, free hand in the air. What if they decide to turn Bayo over to seek the peace like they usually had to do/ Her Heart raced, numerous thoughts surging through them. She would have to find a way to protect him. Sh
Apart from absorbing bloodlines while you fight, what else did you notice about this battlefield/’ Yasmin asked Bayo as he flexed his fingers right in front of the Beast. The Turtle Backed Sonic Beatss was already in front of him and the form of it was indeed tremendous. Just like he had seen from a distance. It was fearsome, its huge buck tripling the confidence of the monsters as it stared at him balefully. “You Want some?” Bayo taunted. ‘Focus, Biayo.’ Yamsin Called out to him. ‘I know, I just want to say something to it. It's staring at me and making me feel somehow.’ Byao complained. The Beast in front of him seemed to study him with beastial intelligence. It remained still, pausing and waiting while its Beetle eyes
“Ah!” Ronke moaned as her body slammed helplessly against the ground. She thrust her hands to both sides, her vision hazy. Looking for something to grab onto and regain her balance. However, for each object she touched, she could only make out the soft, squished and slightly distorted forms of them. These were once living creatures. There were the bodies of the beasts which had been stuck down by the familiars so far. Pride surged in her heart but at the same time, looking on through the hazy vision of hers, she felt a bit of panic. What was Bayo up to now? “Hey, need a hand?” A voice called to her, helping her get back up. Rejuvenated by the source of the voice, Ronke summoned all of her will power as she rose, hefting
No matter what happened here, Ronke’s plan was not foolproof. Things could always go south. It was for this reason, Hana remained jittery all through the wave. None of that they had faced up till now could prepare them adequately to face a wave. She knew that much. Despite being Lord Classed, she still felt uneasy. Somehow, something would happen. Something that was unplanned for. That was what she looked out for. The one thing she would be able to tank out with her Lord Classed Soul Strength. Law of War churned in her soul space, furiously boosting her spirits as she held her blade, tense but ready for action. She dashed to the left, slicing through, her eyes shut. Fiery aura razing into the atmosphere about her as the air heated up considerably. Her mind went ablaze, alertness level surging high. This was the true power of the Lord Class. The Class were one had a Soul Aura, the first true step in the beginning of power ascension. She opened her eyes