Derek looked at Walter in surprise. Believing what the middle-aged looking man was saying was a bit hard on the ears. "She picked me!?" He asked for confirmation. Walter nodded. "Young Master Derek. There is a lesson to this story-one that I find myself learning over and over again till now." Walter stood up from the bed, "Come with me a bit, let's take a walk. Derek did not want to, but seeing as Walter was already heading for the door, he put the bowl down on the tray and followed after him.Walter made sure Derek had caught up with him before he continued. "Master Derek, let me ask you a question. If you had a neighbour and his dog pooped, let us say on your car. Is it your fault?""No! obviously," Derek replied."What about if you woke up and found a baby in front of your doorstep? Is it your fault?""That's another No!""Good! These things are not your fault, but no doubt, there are your responsibilities. You will have to clean the dog poop. After all, it is your car. You will a
As she laid in his arms, she was not a warrior and not the right-hand acolyte of the Warrior goddess of protection, nor was he her master or the heir to a noble writer family. They were just two people, a young woman bathing in acceptance of the warm embrace of her man. For a few seconds that felt like a lifetime, they both forgot about the rest of the world, about the tyrannosaurus corpse on the floor or that Bastet might be watching them. They just held each other tightly as both of their hearts came to a mutual understanding that from now on, neither was going to let the other go.Derek finally pulled back a little. He placed his lips on her forehead, "From now on, you are mine." She nodded subconsciously. Those words were like honey to her ears. He wiped away her tears with his fingers."What about Augustina?" She asked."That will not be a problem. Just let me handle her, okay?" He kissed her on the forehead again and she nodded."Right now, the most important thing is to get her
"On your knees!" He commanded, and Tiny knelt before him. As he went behind her, digging his hand in her hair and observing the gem that was embedded there, she couldn't help but capture the portrait on the wall. It was one she had missed seeing so much. The portrait had in it a man sitting on his throne, with a woman standing at his side and two children about the ages of five sitting at the man's feet. It was a portrait depicting a happy family. if only it was, as it showed.The woman in the portrait had an unmistakable resemblance to Tiny, she even had the afro. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers on her scalp. There was once upon a time she looked forward to his pats on her head. When father and daughter had a stable loving relationship without the pollution of benefits and hate, a time when the smiles on his face once he saw her were of love and appreciation.Yes, she remembered, when her world totally tumbled.Tiny came from a specie of water people. They usually lived t
Meanwhile, all had gathered in Bastet's office, and after her explanation, they were looking at her in surprise."Wait for a second! Let me get this straight." Aesir stood up from his seat, "You are saying that Tiny, our Tiny that we have known and grown up with for years is a fish person!?""No! She is a Mamiwata, that's the name of her species. And unlike the legends in stories that you have read, they do not have fish tails and the like. Well! at least, not her own tribe. That's a different specie and tribe." Bastet smiled, "Why are you guys looking at me like that? It's not as if the signs were never there. You just choose to ignore them.""No! I mean, Wait! That's not the important part right now. Whether she is human or a Mamiwata is something we can deal with at a later date. You said something about her being the sacrifice by her people for a Writer's noble family. I want to know, which family is it?" Derek asked."Well! Since you insist on knowing. The noble family that has t
Walter walked towards Bastet one step at a time, his walking stick announcing his arrival to her ears as she rested her back on a wall observing Derek. "How long has he been like that?" He asked. "I'll say about a day at most," She answered casually. It was perfectly normal for meditation to take Days, weeks to even months, rumours had it that some very high Writers could spend years in a cultivation state. "He looks like he is hurting," He added and she nodded. Derek was currently in a meditating state, he sat crossed legged in a section of the training area.He was currently unravelling the letter of a message left to him by Maria. It was in her soul rune. As he meditated, tears fell out of his eyes.In the void, he watched as the rune had turned into Maria. The sight of her alone had moved him. Those eyes when they lay on him, her tender smile like a blooming flower, the way she pushed her hair behind her head when she was trying to be serious and make a point. Those subtle little
He listened attentively, this was not a subject matter he wanted to miss...From what I know, she was a poor girl from a poor country. Naturally, you would expect that Levinack and Oshozokia would better take a liking to ruin the life of say, a businessman or a wealthy man. But they found pleasure in bullying the weak, and to top it up, she had the best or should I say the worst expressions towards life. They would mess with her life and enjoy as she threw a tantrum, sometimes rolling on the floor. Am sorry to say this, but there is no other way to put it. They loved her agony.Derek frowned. He had heard very romantic stories of how a lot of parents met and even watched movies, it was quite an awkward feeling knowing your father met your mother by making her life miserable...They would even go as far as to have competitions on her head. It was during one of such competitions that things took a wild turn for all three of them. Levinack had given her a scholarship to study abroad. She
Derek listened on with rapt attention, but he was already like a volcano ready to erupt inside. He was only a child at that time, however, it was not all too difficult to understand the situation at that time...The blow was a devastating one. Levinack had worked up to her and closed her dead eyes himself. There was nothing he could do, death was a domain outside Fate's reach, a domain outside destiny and so, a domain outside Writer's reach. It was the first time I ever saw my brother, the great pillar and Patriarch of House Thembeka, Levinack-cry.The tears fell down his face unto your mother's turning cold face. He didn't leave her side for the entire day and night, just bathing her with his tears, begging and hoping it was some kind of prank or that all she was doing was taking a nap. But regardless of his pleas for her to come back to him, she didn't. She just laid cold, lifeless and breathless. She had left unwillingly for even herself.That day, he handed you over to Vowero, my
On this good day, Walter went on his usual morning walk. The different species in Bastet's temple saw him and bowed to him. Walter nodded from time to time at them in acknowledgement. They all knew he was a Writer and Writers were only one of two things, feared or respected. There was really nothing more to them than that. It was true that not all mortals knew about the existence of Writers, in fact, only those very high in the authority of certain races or those in service to Writers were aware.However, Mortals that were aware all bowed before the most superior race in all the cosmos. Destiny's authors to the multitude of souls. If knowledge of Writers were to ever go public, it would most definitely cause a catastrophic series of events. Religion as a whole would become insignificant for most and the idea of living a life of freedom but a myth.Only those that had their lives or souls tied to the service of this elite race were permitted to enjoy 'Freedom'. And even then, it was mo