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"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!"

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" ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said

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After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her.

As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs.

A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response.

The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed.

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" come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding
" no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

Fractured Alliances: Betrayal and Love  in the Shadows of War

"We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued and they must be defeated." - Barack Obama


As the sun began its retreat, Arẹwa found herself in her courtyard, where noble sons, daughters, servants, guards, and even privileged commoners had gathered. Seated gracefully, she was encircled by her attentive audience.


"Greetings to you, esteemed teacher and heiress of the Ida clan," they collectively greeted.


"Greetings to you, my dear young lords and ladies, including our valued commoner. A special acknowledgment to the young warlord and my young princes and princesses. Let us not forget the sons and daughters of the royal advisory council, as well as the subjects of our kingdom. Once again, greetings to you all," Arẹwa replied, acknowledging their respect.


"Today's topic is song. We shall weave numeric numbers into our song. Today, as we delve into mathematics and history, let us harness the power of our minds fully. Our intellect is formidable, dear nobles and commoners alike. Pay heed to my words:


One by one, a child counts coins in the realm of the Oyo Empire.


Twice over, a child plays the game of Ayo in the ancient city of Ìfẹ̀.


As the child of the hunter sells the game of the forest,


And so on, she continued, the children echoing her words in unison. The rhythm of numbers danced in the air, as if to emphasize the importance of the lessons.


However, their concentration was disrupted as a lady appeared, exuding a dark, cold, and ominous aura. The children's attention shifted towards her, and they watched her closely. Arẹwa rose from her seat in concern and welcomed the newcomer.


"What's wrong again?" Arẹwa inquired in a hushed tone, her sister coming to stand beside her.


"War, blood, and chaos... war, blood, and chaos," the lady with the chilling aura intoned, her emotions visibly unstable.


"Maids, take her to her room and inform Mother," Arẹwa instructed the nearby attendants, who promptly escorted the lady away.


"What could be happening to my sister again?" the young lady asked, worry tinging her voice.


"War, blood, and chaos are cryptic words, but they hold weight," Arẹwa mused.


"Dear sister, you know she's the true heiress of our clan. She passed her magic and power to me due to her frailty. Despite her weakness, her birthright grants her the ability to commune directly with the gods, receiving visions, dreams, and prophecies. While I can also sense the gods' presence, I can't interpret their messages fully without the clan's crystal, unless the king's order is involved or the customs and traditions of our kingdom are at stake. However, her interpretations are affected by her emotional state," Arẹwa explained to her young and beautiful sister.


"But when she falls into slumber like that, she remains in a state of dormancy for days," the young lady replied.


"Where is your sister?" their mother inquired as she approached them.


"She is in my courtyard," Arẹwa replied, leading her mother to the lady's room.


"Dismiss all the children now!" the young lady ordered the guard at the entrance.


"War, blood, and chaos..." Arẹwa began to repeat, her voice carrying an air of unease as the implications of those words hung heavily in the atmosphere.


chapter 7 war, blood and chaos...