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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

"In the aftermath of the harrowing ordeal, those who had managed to escape were bound by a sacred promise—to protect the innocent women and children, even if it meant staking their own lives. Their vow echoed with a determination that defied the shadows that threatened their realm.


Seeking refuge in a hidden enclave, a sanctuary from the clutches of the enemy, they clung to the flickering hope of survival. However, their respite was short-lived, for the Beast King, seething with rage and consumed by a thirst for vengeance, devised a malevolent trap to ensnare the human prince and his dwindling army".


"The Beast King ordered the human prince and the innocent captives to be brought forth," Arẹwa recounted, her voice a steady cadence of suspense, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. The captives, bound and defenseless, stood on the precipice of a cruel fate.


"And then, in that moment of profound despair," Arẹwa continued, her narrative wrapping the listeners in an invisible web of anticipation, "the heavens themselves seemed to respond to the anguish. The human prince, driven by an unbearable torment, let out a primal cry."


"The very elements bore witness to his agony. Thunder roared and lightning streaked across the ominous sky, an elemental display that defied explanation. In that electrifying moment, a being of magic materialized, its form an enigmatic dance of light and shadow," she described, her words painting a vivid tableau of the supernatural.


Yet, just at this climactic juncture, Arẹwa paused, leaving her young audience teetering on the edge of revelation.


"Now, pupils, let us take a break," she declared, much to the chagrin of her eager listeners, their anticipation heightened by the suspenseful tale.


Later, in a moment of somber determination, Arẹwa sought a private conversation with her elder sister, entrusting her with a solemn request. "Will you please take care of them all?" she implored, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and concern.


"Where are you going?" her sister inquired, sensing the weight of the impending endeavor.


"Please, do not disclose this to anyone. I am about to meet the prince," Arẹwa responded, her voice laced with a sense of purpose.


"Tell him that the heart of thunder has been heard, and the clouds are shouting—the rain will soon weep," her sister conveyed cryptic words, part of a larger tapestry of destiny, leaving Arẹwa both intrigued and resolute.


Chapter 52: "Whispers of Destiny"