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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

First they tie him to a pillar where it shall be difficult for him to move and evenly take away his beaded crown that his face shall be glaring at them and they shall see the monster that tormented them.

But his eyeball had been what confused them. And if he had been blind was the question the Vergan king asked himself the instant he had seen his eyes and definitely in his little boldness and took time to sit outside and watched how the soldiers shall mock the king of the west in the presence of his people.

And he had not been alone in the balcony  where he was seated. For where he had sat was where had been called the verandah. And it was so that while he was seated his council had stood behind him and so had his adviser whisper to him from time to time.

The Anger, two Deaths.