Darryl had been a victim of his father's occasional punches for four whole years. His mother died in the hospital, after fighting cancer for five years. Darryl and his dad became inseparable after her death. They did everything together, they shared everything and they spent a lot of time with each other.But, as all things must, they began to change as Darryl got older. He became more interested in spending time with his friends and being a rebel than spending time with his old man.Darryl was thirteen the first time his father ever hit him. He had come home late that night after going over to a friend's place to smoke weed. After he came home, his father was very upset that he was so late and became even more furious when he smelled the marijuana on his breath.His father scolded him heavily and Darryl was so high that he said some distasteful things which prompted his father to angrily strike him and beat him up.The next day, the neighbours noticed Darryl's injuries sustained from
The kids all stood frightened, listening to Carl as he told them who Mara Anjonu was and what her purpose was in this situation. "When Madame Constance cursed Kristopher, she wanted to make sure that the curse could never be broken by anyone. She was so insulted by Kristopher's rejection that she wanted to punish him for all eternity. So she did a terrible thing, something that all practitioners of witchcraft know is forbidden; She summoned a demon from the underworld." "Mara Anjonu?" Samson asked "Yes Master Samson, Mara Anjonu, the faceless demon. She's one of the most loyal servants of Lucifer. Mara Anjonu was summoned by Madame Constance to be a protector of the curse, to stand in the way of anyone who attempts to break it, and to steal their faces." "Steal our faces? Is that what she did to Peace?" Nelly asked. "Yes, Master Nelly. Mara Anjonu is also known as The Stealer Of Faces. She comes to the land of the living and steals faces from men, women and children altogether. S
"These are the weapons you were telling us about?" Darryl asked Carl in surprise."Yes, Master Darryl," Carl replied."But these are just knives, spears, axes and swords," Samson said and lifted one knife. He put down the flaming piece of wood because the torches were on and the fire slowly went out."Yes! These are some of the best weapons you'll ever find." Carl said."Oh, Carl! It seems you've been dead for so long you didn't know that weapons have advanced a whole lot since your time." Darryl said."Have they now?" Carl lifted a brow."Oh yeah, they have. But I guess we'll have to make do with these. At least they're better than a metal rod and some sticks." Darryl said."And they'll do a much better job in killing Kristokulos," Samson added.They packed up as many weapons as they needed and wrapped them up and were ready to return.Suddenly, one of the torches that hung on the wall went out, much to everyone's surprise, even Carl's and his magic was what kept the torches on."Carl
Darryl woke up on the floor of the basement, covered in sweat and claw marks on his shirt. He was breathing heavily like he had just run a marathon. He checked himself for bites or wounds but he had absolutely none yet his clothes were ripped and it seemed like it was by the claws of an animal; Cerberus.He looked around and saw Samson on the floor as well. He was in one piece and not dead. Darryl was so relieved.He noticed that Samson was still in a dreamlike state. He was shaking like he was having a nightmare that he could not wake up from.Darryl ran to him, limping as he did so and tried to pull him out of the illusion."Samson! Wake up, man." He said while shaking him.Samson wasn't responding. He was probably still battling with Cerberus in the illusion or maybe he was in a new one. But one thing was certain, he needed to wake up."Sam! Come on, snap out of it!" Darryl shouted again but Samson still stayed sleeping."Sam!" Darryl shouted again and punched him in the face and S
√√ If I die on this narrow road √√ Tell the story of my bravery Let the world know I fought Let them sing songs for me For I walk into battle Not knowing if I'll return But don't your heart be worried √√ For my battle will be won √√ Nelly sang the song out loud as they all prepared to go to the crypt. They were gearing up, making improvised versions of shields and sword straps with the materials they could find."That's a beautiful song, Nelly. Where did you hear it from?" Jennifer asked him."My Dad wrote it. He used to sing it to me every night before he put me to bed. He named it after me; Nelly Wins His Battle, he called it." Nelly said with sadness, remembering something that used to bring him joy until his father abandoned him for his other family."Did you ever speak to him again, after he left?" Jennifer asked."No, and why would I? He obviously didn't care ab
As our kids enter into the crypt that is sure to be filled with dark secrets and terrible magic, they go in blind and oblivious to what they may find But before I continue with their story, I would first like to tell you a short story of the day Madame Constance first came in contact with witchcraft and how it shaped her life to what it became later on. Constance was a young and innocent little girl the day she found magic. She was the only child born to her father, Gabriel, a florist, and her mother, Katherine, an animal healer. All her life, Constance was amazed and astounded by the beauty of her father's flowers and the warmth brought by all her mother's animal patients. She loved nature and was in awe of its beauty. One day, she was playing in a beautiful meadow with some other children when a butterfly flew past her. She had seen a lot of butterflies before but none with the patterns and colours of this particular one. It was incredibly beautiful, she thought, so she chased af
How do you think someone feels a split second after they make a huge mistake? What do you think goes through their minds, knowing that they've made an error but can't do anything to correct it? You can only know for certain when you go through it yourself. Jennifer, on the other hand, was distraught when she saw the cover of the tomb lifted from the casket. She was terrified and desperate to avoid this tragedy but there wasn't enough time and they would have to face the horrors of whatever it was that they had unleashed into the world of the living. "Why did you yell?" Samson asked after Jennifer's scream. "That's the wrong tomb. This one is for Madame Constance." Jennifer cried out and ran to them. "What are you talking about? This is surely Madame Constance's tomb." Nelly said, completely sure about it. "We have to close it up before the spirit gets out." Jennifer said, "Come on! Help me get the cover back on." She asked. The guys weren't sure what was happening but they helped
"Thank you, Mara! I will never forget this." Moriah said and Mara Anjonu disappeared. "What's happening? What's happening to me? Jennifer, please help me." Peace cried out, suspended in the air. "Oh shut up, child!" Moriah said and pulled Peace close to face her. "I'm not your friend Jennifer and soon, you won't be you either," Moriah said with her red eyes glowing. . . . Back in the crypt, the guys were trying to escape but they couldn't penetrate the forcefield. They hit it with rocks and their weapons but it wouldn't break. "What do you think she's doing to Peace?" Samson asked after stepping away from the entrance, having given up on trying to break it. "I don't know but it can't be good. What are we going to do?" Nelly replied. He was now conscious after being thrown across the room by Moriah. Darryl was still in pain and he lay still in a corner, holding his abdomen. He began to stand, much to the disapproval of his friends who wanted him to rest. "We can't just sit he