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Long before the contemporary times, in the olden days of Africa, every male child born at dusk were used for sacrifice to appeal the witches. Although this act met resistance from the villagers who begged and sought-after salvation from the oppressive tradition of child sacrifice, nonetheless, the practise continued for centuries upon centuries until one very day, when King Oranmiyan, who was unable to produce a male offspring, became fortunate to bear his very first and last Prince. Even though the prince was born at dusk, everything changed when he failed to offer his son's life as a sacrifice as the culture had demanded. The witches grew angry and chaos began.

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The Sorcerer's King: ways of the witches

Only after a little while when the royal bard had welcomed unto himself his quietness even without the command for hush from Balogun nor the prompt gesture of Oranmiyan to order him into silence, Oranmiyan had pointed to a particular lady among them and demanded her name yet again.

Even at this moment, even when the fingers of Oranmiyan had been obviously pointed to Orekelewa, Elaojukan jumped into the forefront and asked yet again with a little doubt but a loud smile: if she had been pointed to.

But that she never suffered in her lifetime but definitely and unconsciously she is  suffering from her eyes blindness were the words of Balogun as he yet commanded her to move aside in the name of the king to behold whom the King had indeed chosen.

Even Orekelewa had not believed this, in her mind she had really wondered if this had been true and shed the stream of tears yet before the presence of the king.

The Preparation, The Marriage.