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Remi the writer, Lagos (2025)

16/07/2025

Everyone turned to face the w!tch doctor, still kneeling around the King’s b0dy,

He had just raised his voice high, saying the King’s spirit wasn’t g0ne yet.

And now, the villagers responded to him, even though their f@ces were still soaked with tēars,

Some were still sobbing, but they tried to wipe their ey3s.

They were obeying the man not just because he was the spiritual eye of the land, but because they were afraid of what mourning could do now.

After a while… silence fell like r@in across the palace.

There were no more scr£ams of ev!l shadows sl!thering through the walls.

The w!tch doctor knelt down, brought out his shell pouch, poured its contents in his hand and threw the sacred div!nation cowries onto the royal ground.

Rolling the beads, his old eyes watched the patterns, then he raised both hands with joy.

“WE ARE FREE!!” he shouted.

The crowd turned quickly.

“The child…” he continued. “The great child... During the final battle, her spirit became too powerful and difficult to trick…”

He stood raising his staff.

“She banished him!” the dibia scr3amed but not for too long.

“Dion’s uncle… is banished into the realm of forgotten spirits!”

The crowd erupted into soft gasps and whispers.

And just then…

A gust of wind entered the palace.

But it didn’t come like a storm it came with light,

And before their very eyes, adanna’s b∆by appeared in front of the palace altar standing.

Right beside her, Dion's figure slowly shape causing adanna to gasped.

The villagers stared from afar some fell to their knèes.

Some backed away and hid behind pillars.

Dion’s b0dy still glowed faintly with the essence of the spirit realm.
But he wasn’t smiling.

He just stood still like he was too ashamed to even speak.

Adanna on the other hand didn’t say anything. her ey3s were wide with sh0ck.

Then the child looked up and smiled.

“We won, mama,” the baby said softly.

Adanna covered her mouth, her eyes were instantly st!nged with tēars again.

She nodded slowly.

A few steps behind, Dion finally spoke,

“I’m sorry…” he said, "I should have seen you when you were pregnant... But I knew my uncle would come for you.”

His voice dropped low.

“That’s why I stayed away. That’s why I never came back.

But… I always knew this day would come. The day our child…”

He turned, looking at the little girl who was still shining,

“I thought it would be a boy…” Dion said, laughing softly through his tears.

“I… I never imagined a girl. But now… it doesn’t matter.”

He turned to adanna fully.

“What matters is that you kept her safe. You brought her into this world, and she saved us all.”

Adanna’s eyes didn’t leave him.

The people of Umuagu remained silent, watching the impossible two beings from the spirit realm, speaking like ordinary humans…

Suddenly, the child looked over to the steps.

Her glowing eyes landed on the King’s still b0dy.

She walked over then placed her small hand on his ch3st and closed her eyes.

A loud cough was heard flickering his ey3s open, hee gasped and clutched his ch3st.

The people shouted.

“HE’S ALIVE!!”

“THE KING IS ALIVE!!”

The King sat up slowly, dazed. Then he smiled weakly and said only one thing:

“Thank you.”

And in that moment, her glowing form began to f@de slowly.

The child turned to Adanna.

“I will come to you… once in a while,” she said.

“But I cannot live here with you.”

“My world… is of the waters.”

Adanna’s face broke.

“No… no please,” she begged.

But the wind was already gathering again.

“I belong to both,” the baby said.

“But now… I must go.”

She moved closer to Adanna.

“Don’t be afraid. I fought our b@ttles and I will still do more when it calls for it, my path is clear now.”

Adanna w£pt. But she nodded.

The baby smiled once more.

She turned, reached for dion’s hand… and together, they vanished into the light.

The winds d!ed down causing the palace to go all quiet.

A long moment passed and then the people began to cheer and Laugh in relief.

The King stood fully now. Guards rushed to hold him but he waved them off.

He looked around and said in a deep voice,

“This is a new beginning. Let joy return to Umuagu.”

The drums started again. But this time… with happiness.

Later that evening, Adanna sat on the royal steps.

She wore her blue queen gown.

Beside her was Lucky, still wearing one of his best prince robe gifted to him by the king,

He looked up at her.

“Do you think… she’ll come again?”

Adanna smiled gently.

“It’s the choice of Mmirinachi,” she replied.

Lucky frowned. “Who is… Mmirinachi?”

Adanna touched his cheek and smiled again.

“The one who kept us from d@nger.”

THE END

14/07/2025

Semi finals......

The moment the sw0rd passed through the King’s b@ck and his knees bent to the ground,
the shadows vanished.

“Nooooo…” the surv!v!ng villagers screāmed in unison,

Adanna and lucky ran towards the Scene in sh0ck seeing the king's robe already soaked in the bl00d.

The guards slowly dropped their sp£ars.

Some of them bowed their he¶ads.

Others turned their faces away with their ey3s already already evident with tèars.

The villagers in the room covered their m0uths, some f3ll to their kn33s and began to s*b.

Just then the King couπghed louder
staring at adanna and lucky.

“please… don’t speak" you need your strength.”

He shook his head weākly.

“I must… I must say it…” he managed to say.

“I was not a good King,” the King said,

“I let pride bl!nd me. I let fear grow… I didn’t protect this land like I should’ve.”

“No…” Adanna cr!ed, “Please don’t say that. You’ve led us. You’re still here. and you’ll lead again.”

But he smiled faintly.

“Maybe this… is how the gods choose to pun!sh me. for all my wr0ngs.

He couπghed bl00d at the corner of his lips.

He looked up at Lucky.

“And you… brave boy…”

Lucky blinked h@rd, his tëars finally rolled down both ch£eks.

“You remind me… of a son I never had…”

Adanna w£pt harder, her forehead pres¶sed to the King’s hand.

" please, save your strengths your highest stop scaring us.."

He cūt her off gently.

“No, Adanna… you will.”

She froze.

“What?”

He gripped her hand tighter.

“You… and your child… you’re the hope left. The gods… trust you.

And now, so do I.”

She shook her head vi0lēntly.

“No. Don’t talk like this…”

The King’s voice grew softer.

“Take care… of my people…”

That was his last sentence.

His mouth stopped moving and his hand fell loose from hers.

Adanna looked down at him.

“Is he sleeping?” lucky asked adanna.

But she didn’t answer.

She only just burst into tēars.

The sobs that followed were from every corner of the palace.

From guards, elders, women and children. From villagers who once fèared him. Now cry!ng for him.

As the events unfold the w!tch doctor raised both arms.

“DO NOT MOURN YET!” he shouted.

Everyone froze.

His beads clacked as he turned in a slow circle.

“His soul has not passed through the final door. The gods are not done
Let the fires stay burning. Let no tēars wet the floor of this palace tonight.

No cry would pull down his spirit.”

As soon as he said those words people covered their m0uths.

The cr!es reduced to sniffles.

Last episode drops sooner anticipate...

12/07/2025

Adanna was begining to shake on the spot, her arms were folded as if the air had turned to ice.

The villagers were being rushed into the palace while the guards were y3lling for order.

Children were cry¶ing, women were w@iling, and even the men couldn’t hide their fëar.

Inside the King’s chamber, the heat from the t0rch didn’t make the commotion stop.

Suddenly the palace door slammed shut from the wind.

The King entered from the back, his royal staff was hitting the ground as he walked in.

“The water is no longer rising…” one guard said, peeking through a crack.

The witch doctor walked to the center with his beads cl!cking with every step.

He faced Adanna and Lucky.

“She is not in d¶nger,” he said.

“What do you mean? Adanna queried.

“She is not lost,” he replied.

“She is in a realm only the gods can enter. Her spirit is walking through it.”

Adanna’s lips parted but no words came.

Lucky slowly sat down, pressing his hands to his ears.

“She is being called,” the dibia said.

“By both sides.”

The wind outside roared again.

“She is the flame between two rivers,” the dibia continued.

“She is still choosing…”

Adanna’s eyes were filled with tèars again.

“She’s just a child… why must they all want her??”

“She is more than a child I told you,” the old man said quietly.

“She is the future of this village.”

Just then, a loud cry from outside broke through the silence.

The shadows were b@ck.

This time, they had entered the palace grounds.

One of the guards ran inside shouting, “THEY’VE COME INSIDE!!”

The door behind him b@nged, and a cold dark mist followed.

People started scr@aming.

The shapes of the shadows took the form of long hands and ey3less faces.

They weren’t just dr@gging people anymore.

They were att@cking.

A woman tried to run past one, but it wr@pped her lëg and thrëw her across the hall.

“Get back!!” a man shouted.

The guards raised their sp£ars, but the weapons passed through the shadows like they were smoke.

Adanna grabbed Lucky, covering his b0dy with hers.

“Back! Back!!” the King scrëamed.

More villagers screāmed as the room filled with black watery forms moving like cr@wling darkness.

Then the dibia raised his staff high and shouted,

“SET THE LANTERNS!!”

The maidens standing by the corners flinched in fêar.

“NOW!!” he shouted again.

“SET THE LANTERNS ON! THE FIRE HOLDS THEM!”

One maiden picked the nearest oil lantern and struck it

FWOM!!

The flame came alive.

Suddenly, the shadow nearest her shivered and then backed away with a loud hiss.

Another maiden lit hers.

Then another.

The shadows scr£amed.

One by one, they hissed and twisted into steam.

The guards stared.

“MORE LANTERNS!!” the dibia shouted.

Maiden after maiden rushed to the wall, lighting the hanging lanterns one by one.

The palace hall became a chamber of light.

The fire reflected in every corner, and the shadows were shrinking.

The people gasped as the last one hissed and evaporated into a puddle of dark water.

Silence filled the room.

The King looked around slowly.

Adanna was still on her knees, br€athing hard still holding Lucky tight.

The dibia wiped his face, sw3at was dripp!ng from his white brows.

“They will come again…” he said softly.

“But not where the s∆cred fire is burning.”

People slowly stood, helping each other, w33ping in relief.

The palace walls still glowed from the hanging lanterns.

The shadows never dared move now as the sacred f!re had chased them all away.

People were catching their breath. Some were hugging each other, some still whimpering low.

The King stood close to the step of the throne, still holding his staff also gasping.

His robe had shifted a little from the rush, and the sweat on his face was evident.

Just then, a palace maiden walked past him, holding one of the burning lanterns in her shaking hands.

She had meant to hang it at the wall, but her hand lost grip causing the lantern to slip.

It h!t the ground beside the King’s lëg and the h0t oil spillëd fast.

The flame blinked... then went off.

That corner of the room grew dark again.

People didn’t think much of it.

Until Lucky looked up and grabbed adanna's hand tight.

“Aunty... Look,” he said in a very small voice.

They all turned their hēad toward where he was pointing.

A long dark figure rised slowly right behind the King, there was no face, only darkness.

But what it held scrēam d@nger

Adanna’s mouth opened but no voice came out.

Then she screamed,

“BEHIND YOU!!”

But it was already too late.

The shadow raised a sw0rd higher.

The King turned partially sh0cked

SWOOOSH!!

The bl@de just passed straight through him and his hands let go of the staff.

He looked confused, like someone had just whispered bad news in his ear.

Then his knees bent slowly...

To be continued...
Episode 68

10/07/2025

Adanna turned immediately and started running, her lēgs carried her bl!ndly back through the same corridor she came through.

“my b∆by” she shouted.

“I left her!!”

Her royal attire flew w!ldly behind her and her hair sl@pped against her f@ce,

Her h£art was b£ating like thūnder inside her ch3st.

She didn’t even notice that Lūcky had followed her.

The boy was barefoot, still wearing the gold and red wrapper the women gave him earlier now staring in fright.

“aunty adanna wait for me!!” he crìed, panting.

They turned a sharp corner, dodging a palace maiden who scre3ched and dropped a calabash in sh0ck run∆ning into her.

As adanna būrst through the final archway and pushed the lion-carved door open

Her eyes scanned the room and it was all empty.

The bed look untouched and the b∆by was no longer there.

Adanna blinked hard.

She turned in circles holding on the bed sheets and threw them off.

“Where is she!?” she shouted.

Lucky entered behind her br£athing hard.

He looked around, confused.

“Is she hiding??” he asked in a sc@red voice.

Adanna’s kn3es dropped to the ground.

Her hand covered her mouth.

“Where is my ch!ld...”

Tëars had already find it way to her f@ce.

“She was here with me!! She was right here!!”

Lucky moved around the bed, crawling under it to check.

“Nobody’s here…” as he came out from the bed a sound boom from outside,

The sound coming was like thünder was w∆lking.

They both ran outside.

What they saw made adanna freeze completely.

Lucky’s mouth fell open.

The river had entered the village.

The water was rising like a spirit with its own mind.

The huts close to the outer fields were already gone and houses were floating.

The water kept coming like something big was inside it, pushing it forward.

People were shouting.

Women were dragging babies out of the w∆ter.

A goat was already halfway gone, bl£ating loudly as it was sw£pt down toward the bushes.

“Run to the palace!!” a man screamed.

Another guard was helping a limping elder climb the palace steps.

Lucky was already cry!ng as the events unfold before him as he watched the villagers scattered like ants.

The witch doctor appeared beside them suddenly through the royal door

“She’s not in the room… she’s not there...” adanna managed to say.

The man looked toward the water through the window

“She is no longer just a child... she's beyond what you call her,” he said.

“She is part of them. She is where the battle is.”

Adanna's f@ce twisted in h0rror.

“She’s gone?? She went to the river??”

The dibia didn’t answer.

Because the sky itself had changed.

The sun was fading.

And the wind was carrying the sound of cry!ng spirits.

The King rushed to the scene, his crown in hand along with his robes flying.

“DIBIA!!” he shouted.

“What is this??”

The witch doctor raised his staff again.

“This is a w∆r march.” he said.

The King looked at the water.

“Then tell me, what should we do??”

The dibia pointed to the palace entrance.

“Gather everyone inside. Seal the gates. Pray that the river god does not enter with fire in his m0uth.”

The King turned to his men.

“MOVE!!” he shouted.

The guards rushed into action.

People were being lifted, little chil¶dren ran barefoot soaked from knee down.

To be continued....

08/07/2025

The guards were y3lling as adanna ran towards where the crìes where coming from.

By the time she būrst into the open courtyard of the palace, everything was no longer vibrant.

People were running for their l!ves,

“Run for your l!ves! Run!!” a guard yell3d,

From the edges of the palace gates, and from cracks between stones, shadows formed from liquid and they began rising slowly like smoke then hardened into the shape of sc∆ry hum∆n figure

They had no faces, but when they held unto the Villagers they dr@g them inside, dr0wning them.

Adanna watched in disbelief as one woman scr3amed while trying to lift her ch!ld but the water shad0w pullëd her l3gs,

“H3lp me!! H3lp me please!!”

Two men tried to gr@b her, but their hands passed through.

“Back!! Get back!!”

More people were being dr@gged.

Adanna’s eyes scanned for Lucky, but he wasn’t there.

She turned and almost c0llided with a short old man pushing through the crowd.

His white beard swayed as he walked with a strange curved staff.

He had r£d markings on his face.

A round cowrie bag hung from his shoulder.

The guards made way, it was the w!tch doctor,

The old man raised both hands and shouted over the cries,

“Enough!!”

Surprisingly the shadows disappeared.

The man turned slowly, looking at every frightened face, and then at the cr33ping water forms.

“The water King had started a b@ttle, because of the little great one.these are not spirits of this world.

These are water shadows, sent ahead by a god in b@ttle.”

Adanna’s mouth opened.

The crowd had gathered mourning.

“They do not come to k!ll,” he said.

“They come to fetch.”

The crowd gasped.

“Fetch what?” Adanna asked, but she knew the answer.

The w!tch doctor looked her in the eye.

“The child.”

“No... no they can’t take her!” she cri8d.

“She’s just a b∆by—she doesn’t belong to them anymore!”

The old man walked slowly toward the centre of the square.

The palace guards gathered around him along with the king who was already aware of the comm otion

He pointed his staff toward the north, where the hills met the far edge of the river.

“The river god,” he said, “has sensed his own.

There is a b@ttle beneath the water right now. I can feel it in my b0nes.

A w@r between two forces, one of them is your husband.”

Adanna’s eyes widened.

“Dion?”

The witch doctor nodded slowly.

“Dion is fight!ng, his uncle has returned and sensed her existence now he's searching for her using those shadows ”

Adanna shook her head in fear.

“No…”

She could still see the last time she saw dion, the way he held glances like his l!Fe depended on it.

“They are fighting as we speak. But Dion is weakening, he is calling outnot to you but to the ch!ld.

To the one who can turn the b@ttle, ...that’s why the shadows are here?”

He nodded.

“Dion is losing.”

“But if she goes to them,” adanna said, “they’ll never return her!”

The w!tch doctor turned toward the guards.

“Gather the palace people. Now! Bring everyone to the king’s chamber.”

“What are you saying, Dibia?” one of the palace guard said.

“I say shelter them!” the old man shouted.

“Because when the river god finds that the child is not coming willingly he will come himself!”

Screams būrst again. another woman was seen trying to pull her s0n from the grip of a liquid shadow.

The dibia turned around.

“Wait... where's the b∆by?…”

Tbc... Typing episode 67

06/07/2025

Adanna had never seen walls like this before.

They were smooth, golden brown in colour that smelled of frankincense.

Wall Sculpted edges with hanging cloths embroidered with red threads and lion patterns.

Everything was too grand for a solitary girl like her.

She walked barefoot with the b∆by resting gently in her arms.

The royal wrapper she was clothed on dr∆gged behind her like something a goddess would wear.

Two palace maidens walked ahead carrying palm oil lamps in shallow bowls, behind her another servant held a fresh calabash of cow milk.

Another carried a small carved stool, and beside them, royal guards walked in a protective semi circle,

Their spëars were pointed to the ground with their eyes fully alert as if the feast could turn to w∆r in a blink.

Lucky didn’t follow he was left behind in the king’s eating chamber, sitting on soft mats, wrapped in a new red and gold cloth, surrounded by three laughing women feeding him b!te after b!te.

“Eat, little 0ne!” they giggled, pressing smoked chicken and spicy stew to his mouth.

One of them poured milk into a small horn cup while another gave him puffed maize soaked in honey.

He chewed and blinked like a small an!mal brought into a palace from the bush.

Lucky had never eaten like this before.

He had never felt like a mini king.

He grinned with food in his mouth, his legs were shaking happily under the soft fabric as he licked his oily fingers.

Back in the royal corridor, adanna walked silently as her eyes followed every curve and symbol on the walls,

The b∆by rested her head against adanna’s shoulder was calm than usual as though something d33p was weighing her down.

When they turned one last corner, the maidens bowed deeply and pushed open two wide doors carved with lion t33th and water patterns.

“Your royal chamber, my queen,” one of them said.

The room was large, wide like a chief’s meeting hall. In the center stood a raised bed woven from smooth cane and raffia.

Its legs were painted black. It was draped in silks dyed in ocean colors.

The room smelled of uda and fresh herbs.

There was a clay basin in one corner, filled with steaming water and floating petals.

A mirror leaned gently against one wall reflecting burnished bronze.

A tiny drum sat beside a stool with many jars lined up along the back wall.

Adanna had slept on mats her whole life.

This was not a life she knew.

The maidens whispered gently.

“We shall bring food,” one said.

“We shall return with robes for resting,” the other added.

They bowed again and left.

The guards stepped outside.

Adanna was now alone in the room with her b∆by.

She walked to the bed slowly and sat.

The baby didn’t look up.

She hadn’t spoken since the last word outside the fire circle.

Adanna brushed back the child’s curly hair gently,

“My ch!ld,” she managed to say,

“what did you mean earlier?”

The baby didn’t respond.

Adanna rocked her gently.

“You said… sweetness fades.”

The baby blinked from a distant than usual.

Adanna pressed her lips to the b∆by's forehead.

“What does it mean?” she asked again,

The baby slowly turned her face upward.

“They are near,” she said in a low voice.

“Who?” Adanna asked, a chill cr33ped into her sp!ne.

The baby tilted her head.

“I can smell them.”

Adanna stood up, holding her tighter.

“Smell who?”

She turned back into the room and was about to question again when suddenly, a scr3am tore through the air.

It came from far somewhere in the open square of the palace.

“Stay here!” adanna said but the baby gripped her tighter.

“No. You must carry me.”

The door burst open without warning. One of the guards rushed in, sw3at pouring from his face.

To be continued....
Episode 65

04/07/2025

Enejo’s screams envelope the waters as her b0dy was pulled de3per into the river.

Her hands sl@pped against the surface in desperation, but the water refused to let go.

Her wrapper loosened and floated like a d£ad leaf while her f@ce were evident with fear, it was p33ling like a yam b0iled too long,

She shri3ked one final time and she was never to be heard again.

Everyone gasped, a few covered their mouths in h0rror.

Some avoided the water at all cost while others only stared frozen as though the gods themselves had ch0ked the voice of ev!l with their own hands.

The trees that once bent as though p0sse∆ssed stood calm again. The red flames d!ed into glowing coals of smoke

And just like that everything faded.

The divine child turned her h£ad and looked up at her mother and Lucky.

Adanna crumbled to her knees, clutching lucky tightly against her ch£st, sobbing into his hair.

“Aunty adanna… aunty adanna…” lucky whimpered.

“She’s gone…”

“She… she begged…” adanna managed to say with téars streaming freely.

“She finally begged…”

The baby moved gently and touched adanna’s face,

“She is judged,” the child said calmly.

“Let your tears not be of guilt.”

Adanna nodded through her sobs.

She wasn’t crying out of griéf but out of something she couldn’t name.

It was a loss or rather a goodbye soaked in years of p@in.

The King moved with a regal flair dragging across the dusty ground.

His guards followed at a distance, cautious but no longer afraid.

The f!re was gone, the storm had passed, and something about the King’s posture had started to raise eyebrows.

As if the child’s pronouncement had cut something loose in him.

He raised his staff and struck it once on the ground.

“ENOUGH!” he boomed.

The people fell silent again.

“ENOUGH TEARS!”

Adanna looked up at him, startled.

“No more sorrow,” the King said, walking closer.

“The gods have spoken. enejo… has paid her price. But you, Adanna…” he said.

“You are now mother to the divine child and the queen of Umuagu.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd once again. No one dared speak, but everyone’s hëart was drumming loud.

The King raised both arms.

“Let this day not end in s0rr0w, but joy!” he declared.

He turned to the elders.

“Start a queen coronation feast! Let's celebrate for we have gotten a suitable queen for our kingdom!”

The elders hurried off, nodding and waving for their assistants to begin the preparations.

The King turned back to adanna.

“You and your brother have suffëred,” he said gently, “but your time of sōrrow is over.”

Adanna opened her mouth, but no words came.

Lucky wiped his face with his small hand, still staring at where the river had sw∆llowed enejo.

But when the baby looked at him, he wiped faster and held adanna’s hand tighter.

The King removed the silver circlet from his head, and placed it gently upon adanna,

The crowd gasped again, but this time, there was no protest.

Only reverence and wonder, the b∆by stood behind her mother and smiled with her fiery eyes like a liv!ng lantern soon the tensive environment suddenly turned into jubilation.

A great feast unfolded before the eyes of the gods and men alike.

Adanna and lucky still in shock was gently led to a stool draped in red and gold cloths.

They sat beside the king, lucky sat on her lap gnawing a roasted corn handed to him by a smiling woman.

He looked around. Was this real?

The King leaned over to adanna.

“Umuagu has seen many days.

But never a day like this,” he said, sipping from his cup.

Adanna smiled politely and bowed her head.

The music soared again. Drummers found new rhythm and the once scared villagers returned to the dust floor.

Children giggled as they chased each other through the shadows of the feast, Villagers ate like there was no tomorrow because for once, there was real peace.

But adanna's child stood quietly at the edge of the fire circle,

Adanna noticed and walked to her.

“What is it, my child?” she asked softly, bending to her level.

The baby looked up at her and said, “The feast is sweet… but sweetness fades.”

Adanna who doesn't understand just nodded. “I understand.”

As the evening wore on, a royal attendant approached Adanna and bowed.

“Your Majesty… the King has instructed that you and the child be escorted to the palace chambers tonight.

You shall not sleep in the hut again.”

Adanna looked around her, the crowd still singing, lucky dozing off beside a half eaten roasted yam and then back at the attendant.

She took the baby’s hand.

“Very well,” she said.

Episode 64....

To be continued...

Remi the writer

03/07/2025

PREGNANT FOR A WATER GOD EPISODE 63

The sharpness of the king’s voice echoed, “BE∆HEAD HER!”

The guards raised their sw0rds to str!ke at enejo and in that moment she slūmped forward to the ground, wa!li!ng.

“Please!” she scr£amed, thr0wing herself at the mērcy of the crowd.

Her hands were pressed together in a desperate clasp and her eyes p0ured t3ars.

“Forgive me!” she sobbed.

She crãwled forward on her knees toward the b∆by who stood calmly, glowing faintly like a būrning ember refusing to be dimméd

“Please, ch!ld... ch!ld of f!re, river, god... whatever you are!” Enejo cr!ed.

“Have mercy on me!”

But the baby remained still.

Then slowly she lifted her small hand and pointed at adanna and lucky.

“You shall not d!e...” said the b∆by and everyone leaned to see.

The baby’s ey3s sh0ne with glowing réd f!re.

“...unless you refuse what is right.”

Enejo blinked and her m0uth was opened wide open.

The baby pointed again, first at lucky, then at adanna.

“Go to to my mother and uncle,” the baby said,

“Beg them. For the nights they wept because of you. for the p@in and the abandonment.

The b∆by tilted her h¶ad and continued,

“Bow your knees before adanna, for she is Queen of Umuagu.”

Gasps expl0ded from the gathered Villagers.

The king’s eyes widened, even the guards fr0ze.

Obidike, the injurëd guard still on the ground from earlier, pushed himself up weakly.

His sk!n was all burnéd, one arm looks cooked and raw from the f!re.

“What did she say?!” Obidike g@sped, clutching his chëst.

“Queen?” someone whispered.

“Adanna is not royal bl00d!” Obidike shouted again, “This is m@dness!”

Murmurs turned to shouts.

“She is not royal!”

“She has no crown!”

“No lineage!”

But the baby remained calm.

Her gl0wed eyes never left enejo.

Enejo trembled where she knelt.

Her hands shook as she slowly turned toward adanna.

Adanna had not moved. She held into lucky as her eyes met Enejo’s

“Please,” Enejo whispered, cr@wling slowly.

“I was angry...” she began.

“Not because of you, but because the world made me feel I was nothing.”

She reached adanna’s féét.

“You had a grandmother who loved you, nana brought you up to be a great woman you're today. You also had the gods watching you.

And now you had the h3art of this village.”

She looked up, tëars dripped down her f@ce,

“All I had was b!tterness.”

She turned to Lucky.

“Little one...”she Continued, “I scared you... I thr3atened you...

but you... you still looked at me every other day and called me aunty.”

She bowed low, "I am ash@med.”

Adanna and lucky where already sh3dding raw tēars were evident on their eyes and they couldn't take it any longer, after all she was their only family that's left of them.

Enejo pr3ssed her forehead to the ground before adanna.

“Forgive me.”

A long silence took place adanna's hand trembled on lucky’s shoulder.

"We forgive you aunty" adanna said in whispers,

But before she could speak, Obidike coughed loudly.

“No!” he yelled again. “This cannot be!”

He stumbled forward, dragging his half būrnt arm.

“This child is not of royal bl00d!”

But the baby turned.

“Royalty is not bl00d,” the baby said.

“It is divine choice.”

The people murmured again.

The b∆by lifted one hand.

“my mother shall sit beside the king,” she said.

“For the gods chose her. She is mother to the bridge between our world and yours.”

The king swallowed hard and he dropped to one knee.

“Then I honor the will of the gods,” he said.

Enejo slowly backed almost taking to her heels.

She turned and ran, pushing through the crowd.

She stumbled toward the cooler edge of the river, far from where the f!re had begun.

“ The water will not rej3ct me,” she said.

“I was born of it. I bāthed in it. I drank it before I could walk.”

She dipped her hand inside and it was cold,

She sighed stepping inside the shallow end.

The water began to rise slowly. around her ankles upwards to her knees.

She tried to move back, but the water clung to her legs to tight.

“HELP!!” she cried with wide ey3s,

Under the water enejo's sk!n had began to p33l.

To be continued...

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