“What?” Series of grunt and shocked responses cut across the choked up, dark room at the proclamation from Ronke.
“What are you saying?” The Fire Elder said, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Are we saying that we have to go to Earth now?” The Earth Elder said.
“Ah haha..” Abiola scoffed. “Finally, you realize her incompetence, now.”
“What are you saying?” Bayo asked, confused at this.
“Wait, she may have a point.” Hana said, folding her hands across her chest as she was eualy confused as well.
“I don’t get this at all.” Shin complained.
“If we aren't fighting the wave, then why are we are here?”” The Fire Elder said as he slammed his han
Phew.
“Hey, you did great!!~” Bayo called out to Ronke just as soon as the crowd dispersed from the war room. They too, had left the room now, both of them walking down on the stairs of the Town hall into the open day light airs. The weather was serene, everything seemed perfect, and Bayo wished that it could go on forever. But then, it would be foolhardy to imagine that. That the day was like this did not mean that the Longer SunDowns which they had been having would go away. The occasional grunts and roars that seemed to come from the belly of hell itself would not stop. All Things being equal, there was going to be a wave and they had to be ready for it. His hopes be damned. “I know.” She said to him, her face still having that ever present smile on it. “Ronke, look at
Bayo paused after he had been a sufficient distance from the Town hall and away from the presence of Ronke. He looked back, over his shoulders, a scowl on his face. ‘I don’t need you guys to follow me.” He said to the Hadjans behind him. “Okay!” Shin said and then turned around, his hands dipping into his pockets as he kicked dust and began to walk off. “I-erh… who said I was following you?” Hana stammered, frowign intensely at him. Bayo turned around now, his right eyebrow cocked as he watched her twirl her fingers, her head fixed to the ground. “WHy are you acting like you are having the blues?” Bayo asked, his eyes on her. ‘W-what d-do you-you mean?” Haan queried, her elb
The people of the Familiar Realms are the most illustrious people you would ever meet in all the seven heavens. Once they set their minds into doing a particular thing,there is only very little that does come in their way of stopping them. It doesn't matter what it is that would be in their path, once they set their minds on something collective, they seemed to be at the point where nothing could ever come to deter them. It was this spirit that kept the Town afloat and metamorphosed realms of scared villagers into what it is now. It was this spirit of togetherness that had helped to keep them relevant in the happenings of things in the entire Seven heavens even though they had very little energy to show for it. It Was this ability of theirs that did set them apart from their counterparts, the Abiku. The Abi
Seeing the wall rise up above the City limits set a whole different mood in the entire Realm.If they had been so happy that they had an Elemental, then now, their hearts sank as they realized the severity of the situation in which they found themselves in. It was not some far fetched dream. This was reality, the reality of things. And they would have to fight for their lands and for their lives, a whole new development from the usual helter skelter they were fond of running. Solemn airs filled the City, in and without, everyone walking and going about their business with unease. Occasionally, people would stop moving, closing their hands in a prayer, calling on the gods themselves to look into the situation and send help. Those who had talismans to help them in terms of safety went to retrieve theirs and those who wanted to purchase made sur
KRA-ZZZZAAAAPPP! Thunder crackled, lightning flashed, the brilliance burning through the ash laden air before rapidly vanishing, kicking up a column of slow swirling dust. The dust cleared to reveal the form of Ronke, her entire body glowing with Agbara outlines of white. Her eyes had the brilliance of white in them, radiating light in miniature bursts. At her shoulders, four balls rotated slowly, one blue, one red, one white and the last one having the color of gray. She inhaled, watching the choke point as everyone went still immediately at her arrival. The balls churned with energy now, the red ball igniting into flames. The blue, reducing to a constantly swishing wave of water while dust swirled around the gey ball, the plates on it constantly revolving and moving like an overlapping jigsaw puzzle. The white
Ronke’s heartbeat doubled within her chest. She had just given a talk now, and had fired up everyone right about then. But then again her heart. The Wave was here and she was rooted to the ground, her feet quivering as she saw the monsters like numerous dots on the landscape in the far distance. In no time, those dots would soon become beatss, large and powerful enough to shatter through the wall. That is, unless they allow them too. Fingers snapping, Ronke jerked into life. This was what she had been expecting and like Abiola had said to her,they needed to know what she was going to do. If she turned around to show how rooted she was in the fear which was taking over her entire body, then the morale of the City Would fall immediately. There was too much at the take for the morale to drop. She had to atek the fir
“Do we have anyone who is injured here?’ Ronke said as she walked through the midst of the familiars now. She had her hands to her backs, the balls levitating around her shoulders and now gone into a dormant state, rather than being active on the whole show that they had been putting on. Right now, she was not in the mood for combat. Rather, she was taking inventory of how much damage that they had survived over the first encounter. It was their first encounter so far. She could literally read out the joy on their faces as they smiled from ear to ear. They had survived the First tide of the Wave, SO what? It was nothing. Like the records all said, the Wave would not start just like that. It Would come in tides. If the wave was a powerful one, then there could be as many as two to three tides. But if it was just o
In war, no matter how skilled you are, when pressed on every side, only one thing matters. Your survival, and if it takes only a low level skill to make it through, repeatedly, you’d do it. High powered skills are only there for one on one battles. Choose the low level trusty skills you can easily conjure in any battle of multiple opponents. ------------ Culled from: Of war and of Warriors. --------- Life is war. Numerous echoes of roars and growls rent the air. The serene atmosphere ruptured by the discordant stomping of paws and hooves. Light vegetation stomped to smithereens. While outlines of tremendous beasts glinted at the horizon Whether you run from the war, life is. Or run to it; you have to fight. At some point. For the Familiars, this was their time. Their deciding moment. The gusto of the Familiars matched the growling stampede. Brave Earth Familiars in grey tunics rushed out. Their mouths opening as they cr