An Island.
"Quite a view."Hannibal muttered, looking at the island up ahead of him."Have you been here before?"The paddler of the boat called at him without turning. Hannibal moved a bit to the side,"Just once. There's no much difference since the last time I came here. Only that, I'm wondering why other buildings are not built here."The boatman turned slightly,"What's the point. It's a super small island. An island you can walk its length and breadth in just few moments. I guess this only building is left because of threats.""You mean everyone must be in a eyeshot?"Hannibal had quizzed. The boatman nodded in response. He then pulled the boat to a stop,"Here we are."Hannibal stepped off and reached into the small pouch hanging down his shoulders, lapping on his left waist."How much is that?""Three bronze coins."Hannibal smiled as he sort tKattiput. "Are these all?"Alanor called, settled in his throne. Haya was seated next to him. Since she had decided to stay back for a few days, he had asked that another throne be made for her in just a day. Which obviously was done. "Yes, Alanor."The guard bowed a response. Alanor, unlike several other kings surrounding him didn't put much worth on honorifics. But he could kill for respect. He wouldn't mind if a romper called him by his name, but he would had have the head of the eldest man chopped off if such questioned his position as a king, because of his stature. He'll both kill and die for that. "Get me a sword."He instructed and the guard pulled out his own sword. He wanted to go give Alanor but Alanor held up his small hand,"I'll come for it."He climbed off his throne. Haya assisted him and leaned forward to kiss him. They did. As he walked down, the five noblemen kneeling before him shudde
In the woods of Agranah. "What's this place? Did it grow out of nowhere?"A hunter called at two others who were having a gist behind him. One of the two stepped forward,"Maybe you are mistaking. In a typical forest, several paths seem to mislead. You'd think you've been a place but then it's just a lookalike path."He pushed up his arms as he concluded,"Just as we have humans who look alike, same goes to several other natural concepts and creatures."The first man who had initiated the comvo sneered,"Why is this fucker making a poem outta a simple question? Don't you get tired of your random thoughts? I bet no one can live in that messy mind of yours, such would be choked to death."A fourth guy suddenly walked out from behind a large tree, fixing the tightener of his tunic; he obviously had just finished passing out waste. As he drew near to the remaining three, he called,"You don'
The prison. Agranah. "Huh?"Kie woke up from sleep. Twas evening. He could feel the orange rays of the moody sun splattered on his face through the little bars of window cut out of the thick wall. But that was not all. That wasn't the reason he had woken up. He could feel a sudden urge within him. An urge he could not place or throw away. An urge he could neither discard nor create a room for. Then suddenly, he felt his system acting of their own accord. First, twas his legs bringing up his frame to an upright posture. Then his neck suddenly turned in the direction of the bars of the prison. His bewitched legs then started to lead him towards the door. He wanted so much to stop himself but he couldn't. He didn't want to resurrect the problem he had with the guards before he'd been put to sleep by force earlier. The guards were still there. Five of them now, to restrain him or have him chopped down if he tried anything fu
Before a Waterfall. "Sam. Samantha."Kie called as he drew nearer to the lady sitting under a large tree which was before a huge waterfall. The lady turned at the constant call. As she saw who was calling, her eyes widened and her excitement knew no limit,"Kie."She gulped quickly as he edged closer. She couldn't wait for him to get there, yet she had no choice but to wait, since he was also hurrying towards her. Scarcely had he gone to her when she had rushed into his arms and held up his face without warning. She devoured his lips. She didn't stop as she wounded her arms wound his neck, making him submit to the moment. He gave in and kissed her back. But the passion with which she guided his tongue with hers, smacking his lips with hers, her frame thrown generously into his, her left knee pushing up to tease his boner... He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her and lift her up. He made her seat around
Under a large Boabab tree. "Quite a hide."Amani scoffed, standing at the foot of a large Boabab tree whose height was close to a mirage, let alone its unprecedented breadth. You could say that it'd been fed with magic, if there's anything as such. There was an opening in the root of the tree from where she was standing. She edged towards it and climbed down the wooden stairs made under the root, climbing down into the underground hide. As soon as she stepped down the last stair, she looked up ahead of it. The room was lit up with torches in every corners. And to the north of where she was standing was a super tall man, seating on a bed, with his back to her. She edged towards the fellow who was been chanted upon by a poet who sang his very own praise; the God-king, Xerxes. "Quite a hide you found yourself."Amani teased. Xerxes suddenly held up one of his hands and the poet stopped odeing. He twirled his fing
In the Woods of Agranah. "I've been having nightmares ever since that day. I couldn't get over it."The scarred face of the three men shot at the two at his front; the poet and the fourth guy. "That's quite something mild. How about I who had to face the family of that lousy mouth. How easy did you think twould be, explaining to them that their husband and father was turned into a hammer?"The fourth guy had built his own stance. The scarred face asked,"What story did you make up with?"The fourth guy halted under a large tree. The poet was next to him and the scarred face caught up. He sort his words,"Told them that he absconded and deserted them. I said he must had been scared to keep living in this hard land. Things haven't been working well for majority of us. So, he bolted.""Did they take your words?"The scarred faced seemed to have too many questions. "Why wouldn't t
Agranah. Palace. "What brings the god back to Agranah?"Jaith was on his knees, his face scarcely looking up at the God-king who was well established in the throne of Agranah.Xerxes kept his gaze on Jaith for a while, obviously not ready to give him a response. Then he looked away suddenly from him to the new throne beside the real throne. Then to one of his elites, he called,"Take this away and make a pebble of it. No other throne shall sit beside the God-king's. I have to come to stay in Agranah, and you mortal..."Now addressing Jaith who cowered at the aura,"Shall be the commander of my army."Jaith stuttered as he watched the appointed elite lift the throne; how was it even possible for a random man to do that? Such cedar throne! Oops! He forgot. No random persons was close to a God! All's predetermined!"I have no right to question the choice of the god. But if I may ask, what inspired
Outside the Palace Wall. Agranah. "Halt!!!!"Alanor called on the top of his voice, holding up his left hand. He was seated on the horse which was facing the army he had just led into Agranah. "You all shall remain here while I go to the God-king to inform him of our arrival. Then your fates shall be etched in the platter of time."He looked from an angle of the army to the other, then added,"Keep your place and hold your peace. I can't promise you how early or long twill take to return to you with words."The army echoed a noise inspired by their approval. Alanor turned his horse towards the huge gate locking the walls together. The guards of Agranah guiding the gates opened for him. Point in time he was about to step in, Jaith stepped out. He was quick to words,"If it's not the new king of Agranah.""Former king, you meant."Jaith dismissed, greeting him warmly. Alanor climbed off h