Hi, before I continue, I would like to explain what a vessel is. I know I should have done that a long time ago but things don’t always go as planned.
Anyways so a vessel is basically anything that allows a human to use super-natural abilities. Vessels are given to the Afrikans by the gods they worship but somehow the westerns have found a way to harvest the power of vessels through science.
There are types of vessels and what you’ll normally see as the story progresses is the Animal vessels and the object vessels.
The animal vessels allow the possessor to inherit the abilities of that animal. So, if you have a snake as a vessel. You’ll be cunning, you’ll have the ability to shed your skin and stuff like that. You get the point, its not rocket science. Vessel holders can summon their animal vessels as and when they see fit.
The object vessels are, you guessed it, objects that allow you to use superhuman abilities. So, you can have a sword that commands fire, a flaming sword. A bow that shoots limitless arrows. All vessel abilities are limited by the human’s physical capabilities as well. So before I bore you to death, please enjoy chapter 5.
A bucket of cold water gave Kumah a rude awakening. He let out a loud gasp and shivered. This was the third time he’d pass out and it was not good. That was the least of his worries though. He was tied onto a dirty pole in the middle of the village and the ropes made his wrists sore. He struggled to break them but they looked like they were designed to tie down a Zulu. They were thicker than usual ropes. The villagers surrounded him in a circle and he looked around searching for Amahle. In front of him, the seemingly perfect circle of people broke into two and a man walked through the path with guards and Amahle on his right-hand side. He wore a cloth made from bear skin and golden chains dangled from his neck. His presence was intimidating. He had a tiny nose accompanied by a contrasted broad chin. He had a muscular body which would put a body builder to shame. On his left arm was a golden brace vessel which complemented the diamond rings on his fingers. The people bowed at
Warriors in the village stomped the ground with the end of their spears in a rhythm that made the earth shake. Dingane narrowed his vision and bolted towards Kumah attempting a punch aimed at his right eye. Kumah ducked and landed a punch in Dingane’s left rib. The impact was almost pathetic. Dingane’s muscles absorbed "So, you're going to just give up." A familiar voice said. Kumah opened his eyes in shock at his new surroundings. He stood in the middle of darkness that stretched into the void. Was he in some kind of trance?"Who said that?" Perhaps he underestimated Kumah. Dingane grabbed the spear with his right hand, pulling it out from his flesh. Kumah counted the force by trying to push it even deeper. They both struggled but Dingane prevailed. He kicked Kumah off him and broke the spear with his bare hands. It was back to hand to hand combat. Kumah could feel his adrenaline dropping as the pain from his injuries kicked in. Dingane placed his hand on his left shoulder in an attempt to stop the bleeding but blood escaped from the little spaces between his fingers. His rings begun to glow and his wounds begun to heal. EUROPIA CITYAdmiral Yvet had a long day at work, he was exhausted. It was past midnight; he should be home by now. His wife would be thinking of his whereabouts. He didn’t want to go home and have her scream at his face, again. He hated it every time she raised her voice at him.He walked out the entrance of the warehouse. As the general overseer of the harvest from the western farmlands, he had to stay late to keep records of the harvest. It was physically and mentally exhausting. The light from the lampstands at the corners of the fence that surrounded the warehouse made his eyes ache and the shadows of the nearby trees danced with the rhythm of the wind. A soothing breeze blew past him and he looked up to the sky. The clouds were gathering and the air carried the smell of rain.“You must be tired as well Jester.” He said to the tall man beside him.“Don’t worry sir, as long as I’m getting paid toKUMAH Chapter 7
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She stepped away from the corpse and looked around. The door of the ware house was wide open. The fool must have forgotten to lock it behind him. The rain made her clothes stick uncomfortably to her skin. She looked down onto her blood soiled top. The sight irritated her, it was her favourite top and Jester just had to soil it with his filthy blood. She wished he was still alive so she could torture him just for soiling her clothes. But that wasn’t important right now. She had a job to finish…Admiral Yvet's heart raced, pounding so hard he'd swore it would tear open his chest. He raced through the well-arranged crates of harvest. The moon light dispersed through the barn windows of the warehouse creating an eerie pattern of light. He entered his office and hid under his desk, trembling with fear. He hoped Jester would take care of the assassin, it was his only hope of surviving. He always dreaded going home to his unbearable family, but he wanted t
She dashed through the surrounding woods. The darkness seemed to grow deeper and deeper as she got further into the forest. She stopped in the middle of a clearing and scanned her surroundings. There was a hoot from an owl in a distance and the wind blew the leaves of the nearby trees making a soothing sound."What took you so long?" A voice said behind her.She slowly got off the tiger with elegance that matched that of a queen."Apparently he had a bodyguard." Jayde said"Hmm. Our Intel didn't say anything about him having a bodyguard." The figure said stepping out of the shadows. She wore a long black robe which almost swept the ground. It covered her inner clothing. She had a long sharp sword sheathed to her side. Her eyes were bright blue and her blonde hair was tied into a long ponytail. Both of her ears had the teeth of an animal hooked into them."Well I took him down anyways. It was no trouble. Besides how long I take to do my job is none
…Yvet Manor…Zoey tossed and turned on her soft comfortable bed as she clung desperately to her doll. It was happening again, the voices in her head were whispering relentlessly. She tried to fight them but it was no use. The voices pierced through her mind overlapping each other. She felt her surroundings spin, it made her head ache really bad. One of the voices screamed out of nowhere which made her fall off her bed. She looked at the clock which hung on top of her door. It was past midnight and quiet. She was officially seven years old. Ever since that doctor treated her off her illness, she hasn't been able to get a good rest. Since then she has always been pampered and given anything she wanted. She wondered why she was being treated so special. Her elder brother however, stopped playing with her and kept his distance.She got out of her room and begun walking to her mother's room, maybe she'll be able to sleep comfor