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 the punch like it was nothing.
Dingane let out a chuckle and grabbed Kumah by the neck and threw him. Just as Kumah’s face was about to hit the unforgiving ground, a spear shot from the ground aimed at his face. Kumah noticed it just in time to shift his weight slightly, barely evading the blade of the spear by a hair’s width. He landed on his feet with an unsteady balance and felt blood trickle down his cheek. There was awe among the villagers. Kumah seemed to have kept his composure. Most people were intimidated by Dingane’s figure and would have mentally lost the battle before it even began.
Kumah was already at a disadvantage. He was fighting a prince with years of war experience and his bruised feet slowed him down. Dingane was strong but slow, he had to think of a way to beat muscle with speed. Kumah had managed to survive till now. After his clan was wiped out, he was picked up by a group of organized thieves. They taught him how to be sleek and fast when they went around picking pockets and running away from guards. These skills could come in handy. Deep down he prayed for a miracle, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up with his tricks for long before Digane caught on.
"You're fast. I'll give you that." Dingane said. He was impressed at how quickly Kumah evaded the spear attack. He was certain that spear would have ended the duel.
Kumah suddenly appeared in front of him with lightning speed aiming another punch at his face but Dingane effortlessly held the punch in his hand. Kumah’s hand sunk into Dingane’s huge hand. He then twisted Kumah’s arm and punched him in the stomach. The impact sent him flying and hitting the ground. Dingane sprinted towards Kumah who was still recovering from the punch.
He saw Dingane closing the distance. Each step he took made the ground shake. He quickly hopped unto his feet to counter the incoming attack. Dingane suddenly jumped over Kumah. Why didn't he attack? Kumah was confused. He turned over to face Dingane when he got a split-second signal from his vessel. He did an improvise back flip, evading the spear that appeared from above.
Dingane wanted to distract Kumah with a false attack so the spear could hit. Or did he?
Kumah was met with a foot to his chest. He let out a wheezing cough as Dingane sunk his foot into his chest.
The spear was a distraction.
Kumah fell from Dingane’s foot like a discarded doll. He struggled in vain to get up. Dingane kicked him in his abdomen and sent him tumbling on the ground. He coughed and groaned. He held his tummy and folded himself in pain.
Amahle stood amongst and watched, feeling sorry for the poor boy. She was surprised he had lasted this long. It was two things, either Kumah was good or Dingane was holding back. She went with the latter. She felt someone tug on the bracelet on her arm. She looked down and there stood Sipho looking concerned. He had his ‘’I have an idea look.’’ on and she didn’t like it. He pulled her out of the crowd
‘’Whatever you are going to say Sipho, no.’’ she snapped
‘’Come on Amahle, we have to do something. We both know he’s not going to win.’’ Sipho whispered.
‘’And just what do you plan to do? We can’t interfere with a sacred duel. Its a death penalty for that.’’ She said signalling to a nearby soldier who came for Dingane’s heavy wear. Her arms were getting sore.
‘’I could try getting into your father’s head.’’ Sipho said over the loud cheers that came from the ongoing duel.
‘’Bad idea, the last time you tried it didn’t end well. He has a strong mind.’’
‘’Then I’ll enter Kumah’s head instead and do something.’’
She let out a loud sigh. She knew if Sipho did something drastic, she would be held responsible. After all, Sipho was her apprentice and what could he possibly do to help Kumah? Definitely not stopping the duel, that would be suicide. Even if he managed to pull it off, what would be the implications? Would Kumah join the Zulus? No, there’s no way the Zulus would allow an outsider to become one of them.
A soft thud brought her thinking to a halt. Sipho’s body laid on the ground, lifeless. Her pupils dilated and begun to flicker. Shit! While she was thinking Sipho must have already jumped into Kumah’s mind. She looked around and no one seemed to have noticed Sipho’s fall…
Kumah felt a surge of pain as he struggled to stand. The fight was over before it even started. There was no way Kumah was going to win this and he knew it. He scanned the faces of the surrounding villagers and saw the faces of his people. His vision was out of focus and shaky. But it didn't matter to Kumah. He fell down to his knees to ease the pressure on his bruised feet.
"I was going to die anyways. So, what's the point in fighting?" He thought to himself.
There was a moment of silence. He closed his eyes ready for the strike that would end the duel.
"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 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
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
It's been two weeks since the duel between Kumah and Dingane. Amahle sat on the pier filling a pot with water. It was a bright sunny day: the birds filled the atmosphere with their random songs. The scout village was lively as usual and people were going about their assigned tasks. She heard someone call her from the waters. She scanned around for the voice and spotted Sipho waving at her. She waved back with a smile. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before placing a cloth on her head. She bent down to lift the pot."Need a hand?" A familiar voice said from behind her."Kumah: you should be resting." She said adjusting the cloth."Not really: in fact, I feel great!" He said"Clearly my father didn't break enough of your bones, did he?" She laughed."Ha! Very funny. Let me help you: it’s the least I could do." Kumah insisted"Well, having a butler won’t be a bad." She repliedKumah picked the pot of water and pla
Dingane and Kumah turned to the direction of the voice. A skinny tall man raced towards them; he wore a skirt with a small leather bag strapped around his shoulders. Kumah could see his rib press against his sides. He wondered if the man was suffering from some disease.Dingane saw the man approach them and let out a disappointing sigh.‘’What is it Mpilo?’’Mpilo paused and tried to catch his breath. He took several deep breaths, each inhale taking a considerable amount of effort.‘’Is he ok?’’ Kumah asked.Dingane’s composure shifted. He gave Kumah a disapproving look, like he wasn’t supposed to say what he just said. Mpilo’s deep breaths suddenly stopped.‘’Excuse me?’’ Mpilo’s tone switched from a tired one to a more threatening toneKumah took a step back and s