Goldenheart001

"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

"Men never do evil so thoroughly and cheerfully as when they do it for conscience's sake." - Blaise Pascal


"No... No... Your Majesty, I can explain," the prophetess pleaded with fear evident in her voice.


"Explain," the king ordered, his tone demanding answers.


"My king, her name is Adufé. She was born weak, and we thought she might not survive. But as she grew, her power surpassed her physical weakness. No heiress or prophetess in history has possessed the immense power that she has. Yet, whenever she utters a prophecy, she falls into a deep slumber for days. Recently, we realized that she might not survive one of these episodes, so she decided to transfer her power to her sister, Arẹwa. Adufé can still foresee the future, but the power is no longer as strong in her. Arẹwa now holds the majority of the seer's power." The prophetess explained as the archduke of the north murmured something to his personal bodyguard, who immediately left the assembly.


"Very well, let Arẹwa, the one blessed with beauty, predict the future," the king commanded.


A table was brought forward, and Arẹwa stood before it. Closing her eyes in deep concentration, she clasped her hands together and began reciting incantations in an ancient language. A soft, eerie light emerged from her joined hands, forming into a crystalline structure. The royal subjects and council members whispered among themselves, recognizing the Ida's clan's famed royal crystal, a symbol of their authority that had the power to declare decrees from the king. This information was relayed by the mother of the public (Iyalode), her words traveling to the head of the market women. The archduke signaled to a friend, one of the kingmakers.


Arẹwa's golden eyes, glowing like orbs of precious metal, projected a radiant light that fused with the crystal. A vast and intricate light engulfed her like a protective shade. Her voice echoed with an otherworldly presence as she spoke of visions.


"Here come the warriors, armored in blood-soaked armor... The jungle's lion roars as the neighing of horses fills the air. Swords clash, creating a symphony without a conductor... Arrows whisper through the air, striking fear into the hearts of the powerless, like ants beneath an unstoppable force. Blood flows like a river, staining the earth with its vivid hue... The towering mountain trembles and crumbles. The silver throne, a symbol of authority, tainted by the blood of many... The lion's..." A knife was suddenly hurled in her direction.


The protective shade around Arẹwa swiftly deflected the knife, sending it back to its sender. Though the sender managed to ward it off, the blade was caught by a vigilant guard. The radiant light that enveloped Arẹwa waned as quickly as it had emerged, disappearing entirely after the incident. In the aftermath of the attempt on her life, Arẹwa collapsed onto the ground, her body lifeless and still.


chapter 16 chaos in the palace