In the woods of Agranah.
"Is that who I think it is?"Hannibal stopped walking and looked up ahead of him in the direction of a large hickory tree. There was a cave next to it and he could hear the lapping of waters from distance; a grotto.There was a lady standing before the large tree, her back to him. He resumed walking and increased his pace this time.As he drew nearer, he caught the better back view which he was familiar with. He nodded his head as he drew closer,"It's her."Getting to her, her back still to him, he wanted to speak, but she'd stolen the stance,"Where have you been, Hannibal?"Hannibal was shocked as he stuttered,"How did you know that I was the one?"He asked and she turned. When she turned to him, her eyes glowed and his confusion took a stray turn. Instead of running away, he moved closer to touch her,"What has happened to you just two days that I'vAn 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 t
Kattiput. "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
The Arena. "Now that the King has been crowned and the Queens have been celebrated, it's now time to have the games. But first, we'd be starting with blood and gores... let all the women take caution now. If you cannot contain the emotions, you won't be held against your will to remain seated. But if surely you have nothing to fear, I shall then call in the gladiator!!!"Hannibal took a pause, looking away from the crowd who occupied the arena to every corner of its length. He looked at his back, at Kie who was elegantly dressed as a king, the gold crown sitting majestically upon his head. Beside him to the right was Malisa and to the left was Sam. The parents were behind them; that particular elevated spot of the arena had been consecrated for the royalty and family. Kie nodded him to continue and he did. "By the order of the great king of Agranah, Kie Azholophased, I thereby introduce to you the great terror of the men of the East, a bea
Through the woods of Agranah. "What if Malisa figures out that the both of us disappear a day before the coronation? Don't you think she'll have a lot of reasons to be jumpy?"Kie took a glance at Samantha whose horse was going gently beside his. She smiled at him,"Are you saying that she would think that we absconded again?"He nodded looking away,"Definitely. It's quite the thing to think about. And to think of it, we found our way back to each other after that sex. Now I know what I want and who I truly love.""And who's that?"She teased, intentionally avoiding his gaze. He chuckled and made his horse stop. He climbed off it and walked to hers which had stopped too. He got to her and turned her on the horse. He turned her to face himself then buried his face in her stomach. "Of course you, Samantha. You are the one I love genuinely."He looked up at her, his face soft and reflectiv
On a boat. A lagoon. "So I convinced her. She surely believed me."Shamaica said to Amani who was standing very close to the edge of the boat on the other end. Naturally, the boat should tilt and fall over but 'twas mysteriously stable on the water. You could call that magic. "Why do you make it sound like you have done something evil. All you did was tell the witch the truth. If I was a third party, I would think that you have an ulterior motive."Amani turned to her and the boat shook. Shamaica was seated at the extreme end, on a plank connected to both ends of the boat; six other planks like that made rows of seven seats. "Sorry, master. That wasn't the intention."Shamaica apologized. Amani huffed, then started walking back to her, jumping from one seat to the other till she got to the middle. "Why do you call master? It's reasonable to think that you chose to become my disciple in order to cultivate your p
Night. The King's chamber. Agranah. "I don't think this is the right thing to do."Kie was reluctant to walk to the bed. His back was pressed to the door. His eyes traveling across the room. The room was lit in red candles, the floor clothed in beautiful flowers. Kie needed no soothsayer to tell him those were the efforts of Malisa. And Malisa was already in bed, half-naked, her white night gown was transparent and revealed every sensitive part of her body; especially her hard and standing nipples. "What do you think, Sam?"Kie decided to look away from Mal. That was the only way to counter the arousal he was having. Sam on the other hand was still wearing her gown. Though her cleavages were revealed, but her dresses were at the peak of modesty. "I don't know. I'm not sure I can stand it."She walked away from the bed, beside which she had been standing, heading towards the door. Malisa slid
The Palace Garden. Agranah. "Why do I feel like we have to uproot all these flowers and replant new ones. The blood and sweat of the warriors seem to ridicule their efforts to grow."He walked around the garden, careful of the traps he'd once heard Wealene talk about. "But for a fact, one must agree that Wealene is quite the genius. How could he had thought of creating such deadly shortcuts and traps. He must have a lot of things going on in that thick head of his.""I bet you can't say that it to his face."A feminine voice came from behind him. He was familiar with the voice, and therefore found no reason to turn to her. "After all, he's the father of a woman you love."She added, advancing towards him. "Go away, I don't want to talk to you."She halted few steps away from him. He kept on walking towards the pit. She followed. As soon as he got to the pit, he stopped then looked into it. 'Twas
Within the Palace walls. The dining hall. "Now let's talk about the king's coronation feast."Elonaise proposed over breakfast. Everyone of them was gathered at the table. Only Hannibal was missing: he hadn't arrived from the island yet. "Can't it wait until we finish dining?"Wealene had made an exception. He seemed to be in a better state now. For all that there was, he was seated and had his usual expression stalking his face. "There's no kid here. Why should we do that? Or do you fear to choke on the meat?"Elonaise trolled. Wealene glared at him for a while. Mara looked from one end to the other. Kie was seated between his wives. Mara between the two men, each set opposite each other over the table. "Kie, when do you want the feast to be?"Kie who had been enjoying his meal, paused for a while, then looked up at his mother. He could feel the eyes of the rest heating up his face. He picked each of t
Through the neighborhood of Agranah. "Where are you taking me to?"Kie was impatient now, and he wouldn't move anymore. He had been keeping his calm all this while but now that they were past the arena and were walking through the plain towards the East, he'd decided to stop his horse. Samantha who was leading ahead of him didn't stop. She wasn't going to give in to his threat. She was now a different person. Ever since Kie placed her as a second choice. Twas quite a wonder that he decided to come with her after she told him that there was someone who wanted to speak with him. "You think I'm joking? I'm turning around now!"He pushed the threat further and then she stopped. She turned on her horse and called at him,"Don't be a sucker and catch up. We are almost there. What a bore you are!!!"She grunted and nudged her horse, turning away from him. "A bore?"He called on top of his vo
Towards the plains of Kattiput. "What kinda life is this?"Alanor panted, taking a break. He could see the plains of his land few steps ahead of him. He was on an unnamed spot between the woods behind and plains ahead.He resumed walking, his clothes dusty and dirty. His hair unkempt, face rough, lips cracked, shoes worn from the tiring journey. His heart was faint, but dropping dead or refusing to walk would do him nothing close to good. "Why are there no wandering warriors on patrol?"He remonstrated, advancing towards the plains. A realization dawned on him,"Even if many died in the war, but I left few back at home. Aren't they supposed to be worried about me?"He was now walking through the plains. "And there is no horse. What fate is this. Why do I fall into wrong hands over and over again."The view up ahead of him was blurry because of the hotness of the sun. He could hardly take a long s
Agranah. Wealene's Chamber. "How do you feel now, father?"Malisa helped her father up. She handed him the goblet filled with concoction. He took a long gulp of it, not allowing the bitter taste to ruin his motivation. "Like shit. But it's a relief that I won't die. Let that choad just wait till I recover, he would wish he didn't know me."He tried to lie back down, after handing the cup back to his daughter. She looked inside the cup,"There's still some portion left. It'll work together.""Malisa?"Wealene called, after getting comfortable. "Yes father?"His face housed a thin smile,"How about you be a good daughter and take the remaining portion for me."She rolled her eyes at him,"Why would I ? Was I the one who was bitten by the dick of a God?"She tried to laugh stealthily but he caught her. "So, now you're against your only father?"