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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

In a small moment Oranmiyan had found himself in his chamber again and it was just as if his disappearance had never happened. If not for the words of the Eldest Witch which still ring in his head it would be easier for him to think of the event as an illusion.

That he sat down for a moment and thought about the occurence that just happened. For in the realm of the secret place of the witches he had been and that his heart almost escaped his body and he had almost fallen down to his death.

For a stringent condition they gave to him and if he fails to comply shall Ifa-ile perish and the birds shall no longer have the sound of the birds and the rats shall no longer sound like the rats. That even him and his household shall fall below; to the six feet of the earth, and after him shall the multitude of people follow.

These words he had now began to soliloquy by himself as he sauntered to and fro of his palace and a song he finally began.

The Marriage