If she could do it, then her pay would also go up. There was just so much for her to cut chase.
Except that there was one problem. Her anchor, Ronke, was not seeing the situation the same as her.
"Listen to my voice. Nnnrrggh! You are powerful, more powerful than you can ever imagine. No one else can do this except, so DO YOUR BEST, Familiar, Ganbatte(1)!"
The immediate moment the words entered into the ears of Ronke, a new bust of resolve flooded through her entire nervous system.
She sterned her heart, grinning her teeth in agony with her eyes still shut, a feeble attempt to lock out the pain. Bolts upon bolts of energy flashed out from her boy, streaming forward with reckless abandon to the dilapidated soul of Bayo.
Like Iyabo had said, if any one else could do it, it had to be her.
So, she would do it. For the sake of the one person who was truly selfless in all that he did for them.
Ooh!
"Ugh!" Iyabo moaned as light flashed, their forms appearing back in the room. Just like before it was they had all gone into the soul of the Familiar some time earlier. It was just hem, plus the slightly glowing Familiar who remained still on the place where he had been placed to rest. Ronke appeared, just like Iybo too, standing in front of Iyabo. It was not like they had appeared in the long run.. Ut was more of them gaining consciousnesses from their state of being Ori's. Oris who had gone into the soul of Bayo from earlier. "Ah!" Ronke exclaimed as she dashed foeard and went on her knees almost immediately. Eyes fixed on Bayo, she could see the slight glow from his body still. It brought a concern to her heart, considering that they had just attempted the healing of him. He should be alright by now, Ronke reasoned. After all, she was terrified about the fact that the pain endured would have been for nothing. Having to stomach
Now for the first theory which we have highlighted in the previous edition of The Tabloids. Eledumare did not do anything because he trusted the judgement of the Orisha. Like it as written earlier on, judgement my foot. To Orun Apaadi with that theory. However many would not agree to simply have this bypassed. They have come to be so comfortable with knowing what is false. And not only that, they have relaxed themselves into the acceptance of what is wrong and false just so that their beliefs are comfortably positioned. Indeed the truth is a hard pill to swallow. Nevertheless, it is one which we must swallow. Considering that truth is one of the fundamentals of the core existence of the Heavens. Which in this case is what we have set out about to publish.. Of course, most definitely, there would be those who would oppose. The number one group of these people are those from the Irunmole Society. The Irunmoles who believe in the in
Just then, the sounds of rapidly racing feet ricocheted through the air. Shin turned around in surprise only to help as his body went down into a heap. Himself and Macabu, along with a Lady. Hana. "Hana!" Shin cried out exasperatedly as he came to himself. "What in the blistering Heavens are you up to now?" He cursed, shoving her off of him. However, Shin did not have to try hard to do so. That was because the very moment Hana had bumped into them, setting off a chain reaction through which they all toppled downwards; that same moment, she had fired her legs backwards, righting herself in an instant. It was to be expected, after all she was a Sword Master of the former 3121st Hadjan Platoon. More so, she was not just some regular Sword Master. She was the Platoon sergeant and like she often said, she had not gotten the position because of nothing. It had been borne out of her sheerr power and her ability to make critical and sharp thinkings in the nic
The term Eledumare is a collective one. Now like it has been earlier expantiated, of which I am merely trying to shed more light into, let's go into details. It is strangex very strange to perceive that the Supreme Creator would be made of split personalities. There is an argument by those who have found the trinity of the Creator to be a thing. Note, these ones don't actually accept it. They just try to find a way to justify their own rationalizing that Eledumare is not an abstract term. They argue that Eledumare is one person and whatever other beings that make the Trinity are only but personifications of Eledumare. Much like how Ori is. And as you know, an Ori is a personification of a Soul, desire or destiny. It is the deepest and most lucid interpretation of the soul with a consciousness attached to it that can be responsive when called and what not. However, like this documentary has been, it is to challenge your mindset about
Hana's navy blue Kimono swayed in the wind behind her as she darted forward. She was curious, this was not the regular town that she knew. As a matter of fact, being in the town, she had felt the most emotions so far. She had not been herself and each time that she had been around Shin or even close to where the others were, she felt a bit of herself slip away. It was exhausting. This was not how she was to be. Being a Platoon Sergeant, she was used to being the unshakable and immovable person who commanded respect based on merit and the abilities that she was potentially capable of. That was who she was, not this shaky person. Not this person who at the moment notice was being more of a weakling than she would have loved to be. She was not like that and never would she be like that. To allow even Shin to know this side of her was irritating to her. Her mind chided her mercilessly and brutally. How could she?
To Hana, she was much like a bug that the masquerades could squash if they so wanted to. She was a Hadjan after all and Hadjans were not naturally highly heighted as other Spirit Beings. The other Masquerades were not as tall as the former but yet nonetheless misshapen. One that caught her eyes was basically just a shape of tall raffia grass bound together by ropes at the middle and the ches or what was to be the chest of it. Then again, it had a wide brimmed hat or at least only the brim of it at the cone-like head. With two twine like hand extending from the sides. Although if one looked carefully and attentively, then such a person would notice how the robes on the figure fluctuated to reveal the shaping of chains rather than just ropes of binding. Another one had the face of what would be an ape. Although each and every curvature in the face was made of wood. The eyebrows the face had were made of two straight blocks of chipped wood, g
In reality of things, splitting the concept of Eledumare into three may not be palatable. It is already with a splitting headache as I write to qualify each of them individually. Perhaps the pessimists may be right; it is not okay to view them as individualities but rather as collectives. Still, does that mean that the truth be barred from the common man? I doubt so. Which is why I must fully strive to present a proper understanding of this. I would hate to leave you without fully satiating the fire which I have started within you. Now, there would be risks to this. But for some reason I have not received a single word of caution from the Orishas so then this must be within the limits of what is generally acceptable Another plus to the being of Eledumare being that is considerate to our search for knowledge. And would not hinder neither hamper us from trying to understand some more things about the universe and even about him. <
WHIPPPLLLLASSS! "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Hana yelled out, arching out instantly as the whip lashed at her exposed back. And like before the dancing Masquerade pulled it off, this time the blades tearing not only her flesh but also ripping the kimono to bits. Haaarhhh! Haaarhhh!!! Haaaarrgghhh!!! Heavy breaths, Hana sagged at her lungs, trying to stomach the pain as she watched the Hatter Masquerade now. The whip it used on her was simply an extension of it's twine-like hands, each of them turning into whips through which it used to lash at her. And on top of it, with the way it danced about, bringing it's face down to leer at her, it was enjoying it. Just as much as the crowd was enjoying it as well. Her rage knew no bounds. Embittered, she stared daggers at the people of the crowd, swearing revenge in her heart. For now, she strained, trying to get up, she had to focus on the Masquerade dealing