Idem moved towards the large, iron door, his hands held behind his back, his head bowed. He felt the depression hover around him as it often did, fouling his thoughts and soiling his mood. He nodded to the two guards that stood beside the door and the door opened without any visible force applied. He walked in and saw Tuli, standing atop a small platform, staring into nothing. The man often did that. Sometimes Idem wondered if any of his father's offsprings were sane. Tuli was not tall and he could not be truthfully said to be short either. He had soft, feminine eyes and full lips and he had smooth, light brown skin with defined muscles underneath them. He was almost beautiful. He wore a black, silk, sleeveless shirt, displaying the tattoo on his shoulder; a bird in flight and he wore large trousers that tapered together at the ankles. His brown hair was thick and curly and spread above his head. From here, Idem could smell the soft oils and perfumes he used. He turned to Idem and smiled, batting his eyes girlishly. He almost seemed to blush.
" Why, brother. If it isn't you. How was the duel? Ah, Elek beat you again, did he not? Don't let that bother you. I have tried for almost two thousand years. I just peaked at a draw." He said and giggled, covering his mouth with his left hand, the right resting on his hip. Idem scowled at him and looked around, searching for something. Tuli looked around as well, trying to figure out what Idem was looking for then he whooped.
"You're not looking for Mmuo, are you? Blasted boy has gone to one of the soft houses. He's at that age, you know? Funny, I don't remember you ever being at that age."
Idem turned to him, his face contorting with rage and his orange eyes started to glow softly.
"So he decided to miss the duel so that he can go stick his penis into a hole and you just stand there, staring into blasted eruption? What is the matter with the both of you?" He roared, clenching his fists, supressing his curse as it struggled to break free. Tuli raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged, leaping off the platform and landing gracefully. He turned towards the exit, swaying his hips as he walked.
" Father wants to see us, you know? At the usual place. To receive our punishments. I lost to Elek and you did not even show up. I'd say we deserve it, no?" He said and Tuli stopped. He turned to look at Idem, his red eyes loosing all of the flippancy and humor in them. Of all of the emperor's children, he was the only one that had the same eyes as his father. He nodded slowly and shrugged.
"Ah, I expected it. Sunset as usual?" He asked, turning to stare off into nothing again. Idem nodded and Tuli tilted his head quickly, sticking out his lower lip. He turned and large, black wings tore out of his back and he flew up, flying out one of the large windows.
Tuli was a shader. Shaders had the ability to take any animal form they wished. They could also increase the sizes and modify the forms, taking some characteristics from different animals. There were fifteen shaders that Idem knew of and Tuli was the best by far. Idem walked to a large,wooden chair and sat down, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He was hungry but he did not want to eat. His mind wandered around what his father would do to him. He massaged the sides of his head and spat onto the polished marble floor.
He heard the door open and he looked up and saw Samza walk in. She walked with the dignified steps and gracefulness of a general and master swordswoman. She wore her black sand metal armor but she wore no sword, just wearing a hilt on her belt. If she needed it, the five foot sword would emerge out of the hilt. Her hair was cut short and she had high cheekbones, piercing grey eyes and a permanent sneer on her full, succulent lips. She was about two hundred years old which put her at middle aged for one of the few that had their lives stretched by the emperor. The average lifespan of generals was five hundred years. She was also a Viner, an exceptionally skilled one, more skilled than Idem. She stopped before him, frowning. Idem took one look at her, closed his eyes and leaned back into his chair.
" I have reports from one of the western reservations, darkness." She said, her voice toneless. Idem groaned and opened his eyes.
" What does it matter, general? Those reports are supposed to go to the captain of the barracks of that reservation. You know that. Why bother me with such news? It is of no import." He said and she raised an eyebrow at him. Then she walked to where he sat and took a seat beside him. Her eyes grew soft and she reached up to touch his forehead. He shrank back from her, frowning.
" The duel didn't go well, I take it? No matter, just endure the punishment like I taught you. It'll blow by quickly. Do not fall into one of your moods, now." She said and he looked away for a while before he grudgingly nodded. Samza had trained him since he was old enough to walk and after his mother died in his twelfth year, they had developed a bond akin to mother and son. She exhaled and leaned forward, ruffling his thick black hair, tied back with a single piece of black cloth but still rough and unyielding
"You should braid this thing or decide on something else. It's too...wild." she said and frowned. He smiled a little, despite himself and she chuckled. Her face twisted into thoughtful worry and she stood up.
" This matter is very important, Idem. One of the soldiers was killed by a commoner yesterday." She said and Idem raised an eyebrow. Soldiers were killed by commoners from time to time. Though very infrequent, it happened.
" So? I reckon the person or people that did it should be dead by now. It is still not important, Samza." He said. She rolled her eyes and when she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.
" It was not the killing that mattered. It was how. The man was torn to bits and his sword was broken into tiny fragments. You are in charge of the reservations. What sort of thing, do you think, did that? Or should I ask what sort of person?"
Idem's eyes widened and he stiffened, staring at Samza. He narrowed them again.
" You don't mean to say... Impossible, maybe he got into a quarrel with one of the shaders."
Samza rolled her eyes and stepped closer to him.
" All the shaders were accounted for at that particular time. None was near the reservation. Some of the commoners around say that such deaths have happened a few times. Apparently, the soldier was having his way with a woman and her son did not like that very much." She said and Idem stood up, pacing a bit.
" And where is this son, exactly?" He asked.
" Ran away, with his sister. His mother was left there, though. I have my best trackers looking for them as we speak." She said and Idem nodded.
" This... Mother of theirs. Is she still alive? I will want to have a word with her." He said and Samza shrugged.
" Ah, you know soldiers. They cut the woman up and burned down the Atu, proceeding to kill a few other people." She said and Idem snarled, his face hardening.
" Send word down there. I want the Captain's head removed from his shoulders. The men responsible for this carelessness should be found, bled of information and disposed of. I will go down to the reservation at once." Idem said.
" What of your, ah, appointment with the emperor?" She asked, looking pointedly at him. He stopped for a moment, blew air through puffed cheeks and shook his head.
" Ah, I guess I'll have to miss it. Eruption, if I find this new shader and hand him over to father, he might even forego the appointment, eh?" He said and walked past her. She nodded and followed behind him. Up above, a figure moved out through the windows, silently as it had come in.
Idem rode through the vast wastelands, seeing nothing but brown sand stretching into the horizon. Samza and his guard of Tije rode on both his sides and the harsh winds blew into his eyes. His mouth was covered with black cloth, against the harshness of the weather. He squinted, shielding his eyes as he looked from side to side, scowling. Father once said that the world was once littered with trees and flowers, a beautiful blend of color he called it. Now those gardens were few and extremely precious, guarded by specially trained soldiers led by a few viners tutored for that task. He felt the muscles of his powerful,black horse writhe beneath him as it thundered across the Sandy plains. He reached the western reservation by nightfall,seeing the vast blanket of Atu, stench and poverty stretched across the landscape like a blanket. A blanket of hopeless frustration. He rode into the reservations with his guards and he could see the people hurry from their path,eyes lowered in fear, occ
Zamu cracked open the shell of the landcrab and scooped out the meaty flesh within. He put it in a can he had picked up and did the same for the dozen other creatures he had found. Resi stood over the fire she had made, staring at it as if something deeply interesting lurked within. She had been silent since they left the reservations. Not just the silence that comes with the absence of noise but a deeper one that came with the shock of the mind. Zamu picked the can and dropped it on the fire, adding a little bit of the water he had stolen from a soldier's belt. He walked over to Resi and tried to hold her but she stiffened as he touched her and he sighed, turning back to sit on a stone beside the fire, picking a stick to poke at the meat inside the can. His mind wandered to the first dives into darkness, to the times when he woke with the taste of blood in his mouth and a weariness that was deep and overwhelming. He thought of the times when he would find himself naked, far from the
The streets were littered with rankers buying and selling. There was the merchant displaying his wares that ranged from perfumes to exotic animals. The entire marketplace was a confusing but fascinating mixture of haggling and argument. Zamu heard it from far and it comforted him a little. Rankers were just above commoners and with sufficient wealth, a commoner could become a ranker. They were mainly made up of merchants, scholars and successful entertainers. A silence fell on the market as the Tije rode in. Many scurried out of their way, avoiding eye contact. A woman was too slow and she fell down in confusion and cried out, covering her face with her hands. The Tije ignored her and continued moving as she lay down, frozen with fear. In the distance, he could see the three towers that were called 'okwute'; a name from old tongue. They finally left the markets after a while and rode on a few miles of emptiness before they came to the massive walls made of black iron in order to be r
Idem rode into his brother's fortress, his eyes darting around, unconsciously analysing the defenses as he had done a thousand times before. He felt anger and irritation sit in his chest like a lead weight and he grit his teeth, supressing the anger that rose in him, familiar, warm, like.an old friend. An old, dangerous friend. He jumped down from his horse and started walking, hands clasped behind him. The soldiers shied away from him, their eyes nailed to the floor. He saw a shadow cover his own and he looked up to see an abnormally large eagle. It glided down, transforming fluidly into a human, into Tuli. The handsome man landed lightly on his feet and walked up to Idem."Ah brother, what a delightful surprise. I must say, your presence in my fortress was not expected in the least." He winked and walked forward to accept a long robe from one of his female slaves. He wore it and turned to look at Idem whose face showed none of his anger and frustration."Would you like to come insid
Zamu walked down the artificial garden with artificial flowers and leaves made from Shandar technology. Fabricated birds flitted across his vision and he smiled,their chirps and the sound of their wings lending him peace as he felt his body relax. He had been in Tuli's residence for two days now and the prince had not summoned him. He shrugged. He was enjoying his life here but somehow, a nagging feeling tugged within for he knew that it would soon fall apart and there would be a price that he may not be able to pay. He heard footsteps behind him and turned swiftly only to see Resi walking up to him, beaming. She looked even more beautiful than before, wearing a long gown that hugged her full figure, her brown eyes glittering with playfulness and health, her full lips, painted black to compliment her dark skin were turned up in a smile. She wore slippers that seemed to be made of gold and on her neck was a pendant infused with blue Flatlight. "I've been looking for you. You've been e
He stood observing the men before him, enduring the harsh harmattan breeze that sucked all moisture from his skin. He saw some of them show signs of their displeasure and he frowned, staring them down with his orange eyes, tightening his fists. They were Tije. The Royal army that was made up only of the king's sons. They were his brothers, so to speak but they were not a part of the princes. They did not have the curse about them. He had a thousand and eighty six brothers of which he was the five hundred and fifty fourth. But he ranked far above them because he was a Viner. His father was the emperor of the dried lands, a place that had been known as Nigeria before the great eruption, five thousand years ago. An event that obliterated the lands beyond the seas and birthed the first of the cursed. His father had tried to bear cursed sons and even after countless tries over five thousand years, he had birthed only four who possessed one out of the three curses. He had gathered the rest
Idem grimaced as a darkness covered his vision for a time and a weakness enveloped him but he stood perfectly still, his head raised in defiance. The men stood shaking but none of them cried out. They would be killed if they did. Weakness was not tolerated among the Tije. The darkness left Idem's sight and he saw, seated on a skillfully carved ivory throne, the emperor. He wore black silk trousers, his massively muscled body unclad, covered with tattoos. His beard was braided and bits of cowries were intertwined in them. He had fierce, almost glowing red eyes and his face was calm and unmarked. He was sorrounded by cursed guards. It was rare for a commoner to be born cursed but the emperor went to great lengths to gather them and transformed them into his guards though he could not extend their lives as he could with his cursed sons. Idem felt a wave of nausea smash into him and he felt his consciousness stretch, accommodating another, causing him to wince as he tightened his fist.
Zamu looked up at the deep purple sky. It was night time already and he folded his sleeves that had fallen as he worked. He wiped the sweat that dripped from his brow as he heard the whistle for the end of his labor for that day. He stood straight, stretching his tall, lean, dark body and he shook his head, clearing the fatigue and dizziness that clouded it. He picked up his worn leather bag and started walking home. None of the men there spoke to him. He never replied and with time, they seemed to understand. He walked up the hill and into the reservation. The place where the lowliest of commoners resided. The stench hit him like a pungent wall, the mixture of body fluids, excrement and large hills of refuse blew into his nose, causing him to screw up his rough, pimple filled face. He spat and increased his pace. He walked past all of the 'Atu'.The Atu was the sort of buildings that was allowed in the reservation. They were like domes made of rock and clay. He walked to a small on