Kumah woke up in canoe with two men and a young boy who was too close for comfort. Out of shock from seeing his wide eyes and his unusual large nose, Kumah tried to move away from him but only to be greeted by a sharp pain in his chest. He screamed. His scream drew the attention of the two men who were paddling the canoe.
‘’You shouldn’t be moving.’’ Advised Sipho ‘’You’ll open up the wound. Sipho handed over the oak bottle to Kumah who hesitated. He looked at the strangers with suspicion.
‘’Don’t worry.’’ Sipho said. ‘’It’s just water.’’
Kumah took a good look around. A net full of fish and some basic supplies. They looked like harmless. If they wanted him dead, he’d be dead already. But that’s not a reason to trust them.
‘’I’m not thirsty.’’ He said. He laid down quietly in the boat. He didn’t know who these people were but at least they weren’t wearing black robes with guns. And what’s with that boy and his nose. His bald head really makes his nose stand out. Mental note, don’t shave bald when you have a big nose.
They roll back to a small village located on the bank of the river. Sipho help Kumah get on his feet. Some children spotted them from afar and started to race toward the river bank with empty baskets. Of course, their mothers screamed at them to be careful. Sipho waved at the children with a smile. The village was quite small. Kumah noticed the Zulu crest carved carefully into one of the outposts on the other end of the village. He wondered why these people would part from the main clan. The main clan was too powerful and safer. Finally, they settled and Sarh tied the boat to a poorly made wooden tier which was on the verge of collapse. The children quickly helped carry the fish and headed towards the village. Sarh ordered Sipho to take Kumah to the infirmary. To be honest Kumah didn't expect a village this small to have an infirmary. As they walked to the infirmary, the people looked at him with curious eyes, some with fear and some with the usual hostility Kumah was used to.
‘’I’m Sipho by the way.’’ He introduced.
‘’Kumah.’’ Kumah said after a long pause.
They approached a small hut and just as they were about to enter a lady came out of the hut and Kumah's eyes met hers. For a moment there was a light in Kumah’s eyes. She was really beautiful and he almost lost his composure. She had white hair and stunning blue eyes with a perfectly proportional figure. She looked familiar.
"I've never seen you here before," she said.
"We found him floating on the river. He’s lost a lot of blood and he needs help." Sipho explained.
Her eyes opened with what Kumah could read as a mixture of fear and surprise.
"Father is not going to like this. He doesn’t entertain strangers. " She said.
"But we couldn’t just leave him to die."
Their voices echoed in Kumah’s head and dizziness begun to set in. Sipho felt Kumah getting heavier and struggled to hold him. He then fell to the ground. The urgent screams from Sipho and the lady faded slowly.
Flashback continued…. The Ashanti Clan 6 years ago.
The man aimed the blade at Kumah’s neck and before he could strike sharp roots broke the soil underneath him, pierced his chest and tore it wide open. Blood spilled on Kumah’s face and the sight of his organs made him fall back. Nhyira signaled Kumah to get his head in the game. She killed the man, was she always capable of that? He thought to himself. She was clearly scared too. It was a long way to the castle. The walked carefully through the once recognizable marketplace which was littered with bodies and burnt buildings. The sky was littered with smoke. A little girl cried next to her mothers’ body. Kumah stared at her, his eyes flickering in the moon light. Nhyira tugged him forward, dragging him by his left arm into a dark corner.
‘’Kumah, I know you are scared but you have to keep it together.’’ She snapped
‘’You killed that man.’’ Kumah said, tears running down his cheeks.
‘’As your older sister it’s my duty to protect you. When you grow up, you’ll understand.’’ She said wiping his tears off his cheeks with her thumb.
‘’Look at his Kumah’’ she said holding up five fingers in her right hand.
‘’Five...’’ Kumah nodded.
‘’Good now look at this.’’ She continued holding up her index finger.
‘’One.’’ He agreed.
‘’Good boy.’’
Kumah hugged her tight and they continued their walk through the chaos staying out of sight. At least that’s what they tried to do. Six fingers, Kumah knew that code. Nhyira had spotted a threat behind them. A lady in a black robe stood on the roof of a building, watching them. They made their way through the market towards the fountain that decorated the entrance of the castle. A fierce battle unfolded inside the castle. Bodies were being tossed around like rugs. Something that the great King Osei Tutu was good at. A roar echoed through the castle gates followed by an eerie moment of silence. A body broke through castle gates, shattering the gate and landed violently unforgiving ground with a loud thud.
A well-built man walked through where the gates used to be. King Osei Tutu. Possessor of the great Beast Vessel. He dropped the head of the man he sent flying through the gate. His eyes glowed red and a deadly aura hovered around him. He looked around at the western soldiers and smiled revealing a sharp set of fangs. They didn’t stand a chance. Kumah had never seen his father like this. His usual cloth he wraped around himself was missing and his shorts was ripped and stained with blood. He looked like a beast.
Kumah slowly opened his eyes. He squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes through the holes in the ceiling of the hut. He waited for his surroundings to come into focus and sat on the bed he laid on. He groaned at a slight headache and placed his hand on his head. It was bandaged and so was his chest. He looked around the room. There was an empty bed next to him followed by a little girl who laid on the bed next to the empty one. She looked very sick. Little drops of sweat rested on her forehead and her breathing was heavy, like every breath she took was a titanic effort to draw in oxygen. To her side were small pots filled with herbs and water. A familiar figure walked in, it was the girl from before, Amahle. She carried a pot of water on her head holding it steady with her right hand and a basket of fresh herbs in her left hand. Kumah couldn’t recall such herbs growing in this region. She gave Kumah a disapproving look, like he should be resting and not be awake by now. Dropping the
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 ca
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
KUMAH Chapter 8
KUMAH Chapter 9
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
“Calm down Simone’’ Berthold said. Taking a seat on the bed at one corner of the room. “I think we can talk things out Mr Chester. We would be willing to exchange something of value for what you know about the murder. Name your price.” Chester let out a long sigh. "Fine. I'll tell you what I know." Simone and Berthold leaned in, eager to hear what he had to say. "But first," Chester said, his eyes flicking to Simone. "I want to know why you're so eager to find out who killed the Admiral." Simone hesitated for a moment before answering. "It's our job to solve this case and bring the killer to justice." Chester snorted. "I don't buy it. There's something more going on here." Simone's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "I mean, why do you care so much about this case? What's in it for you?" Simone was taken aback. She hadn't expected Chester to ask such a personal question. She took a deep breath before answering. "Admiral Yvette was my father," she said, her voice barely above
EUROPIA CITY Berthold was sitting at the breakfast table with his family, enjoying a hearty meal of eggs and bacon. He has a beautiful wife and two boys. He heard a knock at the door. He excused himself and went to answer it, finding Simone standing on his doorstep. It’s been three days since the funeral and she totally ghosted him. "Good morning, Berthold," Simone said, a serious look on her face. "I'm sorry to intrude on your breakfast, but I need your help with the investigation. I really need to do this. Can you come with me now?" Berthold raised an eyebrow. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Of course," he said. "I'll grab my coat and be right with you." He knew Simone all too well. She still had that childish determination in her eyes. She wasn’t going to let this case rest until she gets to the bottom of it and since she barely had any friends, he was the only one she could turn to. He turned and went back inside, quickly explaining the situation to his family and p
Sipho walked through the dark eerie forest. The sun had set and the predators of the night were wide awake. The moonlight fought its way through the thick leaves of the forest trees in vain. Sipho could hardly see. Lucky for him he had a keen sense of smell and little light rays that managed to beat the competition helped him to navigate his way through the forest.He carried a bag full of food supplies, Amahle’s potions and some water. He didn't expect Kumah to have made it this far in one night. Sipho’s feet hurt from walking all day. He decided to catch his breath under a tree. He pulled out his bottle and took a sip of water. He sighed.He looked up to get a glimpse of the night sky. The large leaves of the trees brought him back to reality. “They just had to choose the perfect hiding spot for the scout village” He thought to himself. Sipho continued walking till he reached the forest border. The forest was surveyed and safe zones were separated from the dark zones by a magic b
It's Jayde at full speed coming straight for Brett. He ditches the walking stick and races through the boulevard gate. Jayde throws a small dagger at Brett only missing his cheeks slightly, but He did not flinch. A ruthless determination keeps him going. He enters a building and climbs up to the first floor pushing anyone who stood in his way. The guards yelled “Hey! no running in the hallway”. Oblivious to their screams, he continued to the second floor. They stared at him and stared back at each other confused. Jayde suddenly bolted past them with incredible speed.While Jayde realized she might lose sight of him, she brushed her fingertips on the walls just to have a glimpse of the blueprint and his location. She smiled. Brett keeps running after what feels like ages, he made his way up a spiral staircase with a small door at the end. He bangs the door open without hesitation. He’s already on the roof. He closed the door behind him and turned the key which was hanging from the lo
The day was long gone, and the night was young. Jayde walked into an inn, The Wanderer's Rest. The place was crawling with drug dealers, bounty hunters and assassins who knew her pretty well. She looked around for Brett. Of course, she didn’t expect him to be sitting amongst these people. She did see a whole lot of familiar faces. Some she worked with and others who didn’t want to relive their days with her. “You lost, pretty girl?” A man with a deep voice stood up from his table and walked towards Jayde. She watched as he approached her. “What’s a pretty face like you doing in a place like this.” He spoke Jayde said nothing. She wished she could cut that attitude out of him and shove it up his ass. “You know, I could buy you a drink then we could head upstairs to my room and get some action.” He said licking his lips. At this point Jayde had already pictured him without an arm and her sword deep within one eye socket which should be the ideal case but she had a gut feeling that t
EUROPIA CITY Dignitaries gathered at an unknown location to honor the death of Admiral Yvet. The event was held in a huge building which Simone could tell cost a ton of gold to build. It was premium from top to bottom. The event hall was huge and stretched far as the eye could see. She could hardly believe such a building could even exist. The lamp-stands were made from pure gold and the attendants were nothing less of beyond rich. She stood next to Cateline consoling her while holding Zoey’s hand. She spoke to familiar people who were surprised to see her since she disappeared. She scanned through the crowd for Berthold. He was busily getting drunk on wine and trying to pick up the single ladies. She shook her head. Jayde walked through the rich crowd with a tray full of wine glasses. “May I have another glass?” a familiar voice said. Jayde turned to see Kira behind her. Kira was dressed in a long black dress decorated with diamonds. The silver bracelets she wore complimented her e
The next day, the village was lively as usual, everyone was going about their assigned duties. Amahle was attending to the sick in the infirmary. She begun wrapping a piece of bandage on the arm of a soldier who gut cut during practice. She couldn’t shake off what happened last night. She felt guilty for allowing Kumah to leave the village and she didn’t want to think of how she’d feel if Sipho finds out. She’s been avoiding him so far but sooner she’d have to tell him the truth. “Argh!” the man winced. Amahle was brought back to reality by the mans groan. She must have wrapped too tight. ‘’Sorry!’’ she exclaimed The man chuckled. Amahle’s cheeks turned red. The man was in his late thirties, quite muscular as expected of a Zulu warrior. He had long hair and an overgrown beard. ‘’Everything okay?’’ He asked ‘’I’m not the one with the bandaged arm.’’ She snapped. The man was shocked at her response. There was a moment of silence before she realized that he was just trying to be
Zulu scout villageThe sun was setting and everyone was preparing for the night. Kumah sat next to a camp fire in the middle of the village with the spear in hand. He examined it from the tip of the blade to the handle. It was elegant. Dingane had already left for the main Zulu clan and he was left thinking about what Dingane said.‘’Mind if I joined you?’’ Sipho askedKumah looked up to him, ‘’Sure’’Sipho smiled and sat next to Kumah. ‘’that’s a cool blade.’’ Sipho said. ‘’Where did you get it?’’‘’Oh this, Dingane gave it to me.’’ Kumah said.Sipho’s eyes lit with excitement. ‘’A royal blade, that’s awesome. Can I hold it?’’‘’Sure.’’ Kumah shrugged.‘’You better not touch that blade
Jayde and Kira stepped through the portal and arrived on the main deck. The air smelled of algae growing on the sides of the ship. They walked down the stairs into the orlop, passing through a corridor. The crew were busily attending to their assigned tasks. Some looked at the duo with disapproval, others with fear while some just minded their own business. They stopped in front of a room. Kira knocked. The peephole opened and a familiar pair of eyes looked through. ‘’Hi Big Ben!’’ Kira said He grunted and opened the door. Kira and Jade walked in before he shut the door behind them and leaned on it. Jayde hated Big Ben’s presence. His name was a perfect description of the man. He was huge. Too huge he had to bend slightly when walking through the ship’s corridors. That became his normal posture after bending too often. He looked like a hunchback. Jayde liked to be the dominant one in the room, she hated feeling small. It brought back glimpses of her past. The