Chapter Four: Chains Unbound

King Juba strode into the grand hall of the Ishkura Forge, where the three kings of Kush sat on their thrones. The air was thick with the heat of the forge and the tension of unspoken rivalry. As Juba approached, King Tarikhur greeted him with a booming voice.

"Juba, my friend! What brings you here with such urgency?" 

Juba stopped at the center of the hall, his posture rigid, his eyes burning with restrained frustration. "My brothers," he began, his voice steady but laced with emotion. "You all have witnessed my loyalty, my sacrifices, and yet you continue to elevate Yoname above me. Why?"

King Sutemak leaned back in his throne, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "And why, Juba, is that such a problem?"

Juba's tone sharpened. "Yoname is not of the North! How could you grant her so much authority, so much regard, over one of your own?"

Tarikhur leaned forward, his expression calm but firm. "Wisdom, Juba. It is her wisdom that sets her apart. Yoname has the potential to deliver our revenge and secure our legacy. That is something even your valor cannot match."

Juba's hands clenched into fists, his voice rising. "And what of my sacrifices? I have laid down everything—my life, my strength—to ensure our conquest advances. Are we not brothers? Why do you deny me the chance to lead? Have I not earned it?"

Tarikhur's gaze grew stern, his tone carrying a warning. "Your anger, Juba, is your greatest weakness. It clouds your judgment and will lead you to ruin. Mark my words, if you cross paths with Yoname, it will not end well for you. When trouble brews, we will not intervene. You will be on your own."

Juba's face hardened, his jaw tightening as he absorbed the slight. Without another word, he nodded curtly, his pride wounded, and turned on his heel to leave.

As the heavy doors closed behind him, Tarikhur sighed, shaking his head. "Anger will be his undoing."

Sutemak chuckled softly. "If he doesn't learn to master it, Yoname will make sure of that."

Morning Farewell in Afuria

At the break of dawn, the people of Afuria gathered in the city square to bid farewell to King Sonni, Queen Nosaze, and their army. The morning air was crisp, carrying whispers of gratitude and hope as Sonni mounted his horse. From his vantage point, he surveyed the crowd before raising his sword and pointing it toward the unfinished statue of Zaharak.

"Kesia," he called, his voice steady and commanding.

Kesia emerged from the crowd, cradling Keyamano and guided by Nosaze. She approached, bowing slightly.

Sonni's gaze hardened as he addressed her. "You must tear down that statue. Zaharak is not your ruler, and he never will be."

Kesia bowed deeply. "Yes, Your Majesty," she replied.

Sonni then gestured toward Keyamano, who stood close to her. "The heir," Sonni said, his tone softening. "What is his name?"

"Keyamano," Kesia replied, holding the boy protectively.

Keyamano stepped forward, his small frame exuding unexpected bravery. Kesia and Nosaze walked behind him as he approached Sonni's horse.

Sonni leaned slightly, studying the boy with an approving nod. "Keyamano," he said, his voice carrying a rare warmth, "there is great power in you. You will be a remarkable leader one day. Your courage in battle is already a testament to your strength, and the mark you bear will forever remind you of your resilience. Your mother's dreams for you were vast—Kesia, guide him well."

Keyamano straightened, his chest swelling with pride as he met Sonni's gaze.

Kesia's voice trembled slightly with emotion. "King Sonni, Queen Nosaze, my people owe you a debt we can never repay. For your service and sacrifice, we offer you our finest wagons to aid your journey. Follow the river by the hills—it will reduce the risks."

Nosaze mounted her horse gracefully as Kesia paused. Then, with an enigmatic smile, she added, "And when your eyes rest upon our hill borders, please, once again, accept our farewell."

Sonni and Nosaze exchanged a brief glance, uncertain of the meaning behind her words but unwilling to dampen the moment. They bowed in acknowledgment, feigning understanding.

The people of Afuria erupted into cheers as Sonni, Nosaze, and their army began their march. The rhythmic sound of hooves and wagons echoed against the hills, carrying them away from the city.

Behind them, the people of Afuria stood united, watching their heroes disappear into the horizon, the unfinished statue of Zaharak now a symbol of their defiance.

The Journey by the Hills

As Sonni and Nosaze led their army along the river by the hills, the gentle rhythm of hooves and wheels blended with the soft rustle of the morning breeze. The sky blushed with the golden hues of dawn, and the air was filled with the faint scent of wildflowers.

Riding beside Sonni, Nosaze broke the silence, her voice tender. "Now, I feel so alive, Sonni. Afuria is finally free from Yoname's grip. I thank the Almighty every moment for letting you stand by me. You've earned a place in my heart."

Sonni glanced at her, his expression softening. "Nosaze, it's your bravery that kept me going. You inspire me in ways I can't explain. And because of that, my heart struggles to let go whenever you're not near me."

Nosaze chuckled lightly, her laughter like music in the stillness. "Sonni," she said with a teasing smile, "you must learn to be without me. A warrior as fierce as you should know how to conquer such a weakness."

Sonni met her gaze, his voice calm and sincere. "Then teach me, Nosa. Because even with all my strength, I can't seem to overcome this feeling you give me."

Her teasing smile faltered as his words struck her deeply. For a moment, she froze, staring at him with a mix of emotions—admiration, longing, and something more profound.

Before she could respond, a soldier's voice broke through the moment. "Your Highness, look! Up on the hills!"

Both Sonni and Nosaze turned in unison, following the soldier's pointed hand toward the hill borders of Afuria. There, silhouetted against the rising sun, stood the people of Afuria. They were lined up in perfect formation, their arms crossed over their chests in a solemn gesture of farewell.

At the center of the line was Kesia, her figure proud and unyielding. Her gaze locked onto Sonni and Nosaze, conveying a silent but powerful message of gratitude and respect.

Nosaze's voice dropped to a whisper, almost to herself. "And when your eyes rest upon our hill borders, please, once again, accept our farewell."

In that instant, the meaning of Kesia's earlier words became clear. Understanding their gesture, Nosaze crossed her arms over her chest in return, her eyes filled with emotion. Sonni followed her lead, his heart heavy with the weight of the moment.

The sunlight bathed the hill in a golden glow, illuminating the people of Afuria. Their silent farewell was more than a goodbye; it was a declaration of freedom, unity, and hope for the future.

Sonni and Nosaze held their gestures until the army had moved past the borders, their hearts swelling with a newfound resolve.

As the path ahead stretched into the unknown, the memory of the Afurians' farewell lingered in their minds, a reminder of the victories already won and the battles yet to come.

Sonni had no intention of returning to Gao because he knew Sokora would not be pleased to see Nosaze again. Instead, he chose to follow Nosaze back to Benin.

They arrived the following noon, and the people of Benin greeted them warmly. Sonni, in particular, received a special welcome for his consistent support in their wars. His contributions had earned him their deep respect.

Later that evening, once they had settled in, Adazee called Nosaze to a private meeting in a hall, accompanied by a few chiefs. "Queen Nosaze," Adazee began, "I see you're returning to the strong, defensive woman you used to be." Nosaze responded calmly, her voice firm, "Thank you, but if this meeting was to honor me, we could have done it in the palace with everyone present."

Chiefs spoke up. "We're not here to honor you, Your Highness, but to discuss something concerning King Sonni." The chief then looked to Adazee and gestured for him to continue.

Adazee took a deep breath before speaking. "The people are noticing your growing closeness with King Sonni. They suspect an affair, which, though not wrong, is becoming a matter of concern. If this relationship continues, the chiefs have agreed that you should select a successor—someone who can rule after you are gone. Benin must remain independent. It can never merge with Gao."

Nosaze lowered her gaze, muttering under her breath, "So, while I'm fighting our enemies, you sit here and judge my every move." She lifted her head, her voice steady but commanding. "Yes, I am in a relationship with King Sonni, but I am tired of wearing this crown. I long for my own peace too. After I finish this conquest you've entrusted me with, I will choose a successor. And as for Benin merging with Gao—don't worry, it won't happen."

Another chief spoke up, his voice respectful. "Your Highness, as you have spoken, we are satisfied. We will honor your word as long as it remains true."

Without responding, Nosaze turned and left the hall, her mind swirling with a mixture of anger and frustration.

A Quiet Night In Benin

Nosaze strode toward the guest room where Sonni had been accommodated. She paused at the doorframe, watching him. Sonni lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the smooth, intricately painted ceiling, lost in flashbacks of battles that had shaped him.

Noticing the distant look on his face, Nosaze stepped into the room and said, "This is the first time you've been invited for a sleepover in the kingdom of Benin, and you already look like you're getting used to the environment."

Sonni, startled by her voice, turned his head quickly. "Nosaze, you're still awake?"

She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. "I just came from a meeting with my chiefs and decided to check on you. You seem to be deep in thought. What's troubling you, Sonni? Tell me."

Sonni sighed, his tone dismissive. "It's nothing. I just got carried away. But how did your meeting go?"

Nosaze leaned closer, resting her head gently on his chest. Her voice softened. "Sonni, if these wars come to an end… will you leave me?"

Sonni's eyes widened briefly before he replied, his voice steady. "I'm not in this war just to stop a threat. I'm here because I want to be close to you. And even when it's all over, I will never leave you."

Nosaze moved closer, meeting his gaze. Her voice trembled slightly. "The same goes for me, Sonni… For almost two years, when we didn't see each other because of my mistake, I felt so lonely, so lost. I don't want to feel that way again. I don't want to feel insecure or carry this burden alone. If it means leaving my title behind, I'll do it… just to be with you."

Sonni sat up, his expression serious yet tender. He cupped her face with his hands. "Nosa, slow down. Look at me. I'm always here with you. But please, don't make any rash decisions. Don't give this kingdom to anyone you don't trust. Your father's legacy, the values your ancestors built—those matter. Protect them. Be patient."

Nosaze nodded, her breathing steadying. "You're right. Maybe I should take my time and think things through. Funny enough, my instincts tell me that someone capable will come my way when the time is right."

Sonni nodded approvingly. "Your people are looking to you, Nosa. They need strength, encouragement, and assurance that things are under control. Tomorrow, you should speak to them. Let them see their queen's courage."

Nosaze's expression dimmed as her gaze dropped to the bed. Sonni noticed and asked, "What's wrong?"

She hesitated before answering. "If I, the queen, feel scared, then how will my people feel?"

Sonni furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

Nosaze looked into his eyes. "Sonni, Yoname's words struck me deeply. It's like she made her prophecy inevitable. And when I challenged her… when she walked toward my throne to belittle me, I froze. Her presence, her height—it was so intimidating."

Sonni lifted her chin gently, his touch firm but tender, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Nosa, you have nothing to worry about. I wasn't there when it happened, but right now, I'm here for you. Believe me, everything will be okay. But you should know—Yoname wasn't always like this, at least not until her mother died in the fire."

Nosaze blinked in confusion. "Her mother… died in a fire?"

Sonni nodded solemnly. "Yes. Her mother was burned alive in her home, right here in Benin. Yoname witnessed it, and the memory has haunted her ever since. Afterward, she disappeared for years… until now."

Nosaze gasped, her voice filled with shock and sympathy. "That's… that's so painful to hear. But why, then, is she attacking me?"

Sonni pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as they lay back on the bed. His voice was steady, calming. "Don't think about that now. Rest, Nosa. Tomorrow, you'll need your strength for the speech. Everything will work out."

Nosaze clung to him, burying her face in his chest. In his embrace, she found a sense of safety and warmth she hadn't felt in years. As they lay together, the weight of the day began to fade, replaced by the quiet promise of a new dawn.

A Queen's Vision

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Wagadu, the air was serene but carried the weight of recent sorrows. The people, though still bearing the scars of loss, had begun to rebuild their spirits, finding strength in unity. The nights were calm, yet Queen Sundiata awoke from her sleep trembling and breathing heavily, her face etched with fear.

King Mansa Ka'aba rushed to her side, his voice thick with concern. "What is it, my dear?"

Sundiata, clutching her chest, whispered, "My love, I had a vision… and this one is unlike the others."

Ka'aba frowned, his confusion growing. "What vision have you had this time?"

"Benin," she said, her voice unsteady. "Queen Nosaze is walking into great danger, one that will bring about the fall of Benin. Ka'aba, I saw their walls crumble." Her hands shook as she continued, "I must speak with her. I need to warn her."

Ka'aba turned away, his gaze fixed on the window and the darkness beyond. "Sundiata," he said, his tone laced with bitterness, "you know how I feel about Nosaze and her family after we lost our son Kunta. And now you want me to summon her to Wagadu?"

Tears welled in Sundiata's eyes, and her voice cracked as she pleaded, "Ka'aba, please. I must speak to her. If anything happens to her, and I remain silent, the guilt will haunt me for the rest of my life." She leaned against him, her weight both physical and emotional. "Please, my love, let me deliver this message."

Ka'aba sighed heavily, unable to resist her earnest plea. Turning to face her, he said, "You are the most persuasive woman I've ever known. That's why I love you. Very well, if this is what you need, I'll send for her."

He hesitated before adding, "My scouts tell me that Sonni and Nosaze were last seen returning to Benin after fighting a battle in Afuria. If I'm to summon them, I'll alert my messenger immediately. Besides," his expression hardened, "I have words for Sonni myself."

Sundiata wrapped her arms around him, relief flooding her voice. "Thank you, Ka'aba. Thank you for listening."

Ka'aba guided her back to bed, his hands gentle but firm. "Go back to sleep now. I'll see to it."

Sundiata lay back, her eyes heavy but unable to look away as she watched him leave the room, the weight of her vision still pressing on her heart.

That same night, far from Wagadu, Bocchus and his warriors pressed onward, their sights set on Benin. Fueled by reports of Sonni and Nosaze's return, their hearts burned with the belief that they could crush the pair and claim victory. With their fierce spirits unyielding and blades sharpened, Bocchus and his army marched relentlessly into the shadows of an impending confrontation.

Echoes of the Throne

Morning broke as the people of Benin gathered in front of the palace to hear Nosaze's speech. Nosaze stepped onto the balcony, standing tall and looking out at the crowd. The people cheered as their queen appeared, but Woghiren, one of her most trusted warriors, stepped forward and raised his hand, yelling, "SILENCE!" His voice echoed through the square, and the crowd fell into a hushed silThron

Nosaze turned to Sonni, who stood at the far end of the balcony, and gave him a nod. With a deep breath, she began.

"People of Benin, men, women, and children," she started, her voice strong yet steady, "I greet you all. We have come a long way to maintain peace and justice, and we will not back down now. Ever since my father, King Akenzua, reconciled our kingdom with our neighboring lands, I have done everything in my power to ensure that reconciliation remains unbroken." She paused, allowing the gravity of her words to settle.

"There have been terrible forces at work—forces that have tried to tear us apart, forces that have tried to stop us from keeping the peace we've fought for," she continued, her voice lowering slightly. "But even when those forces came from our own blood, even in our grief, we did not falter. We have always done what is best for ourselves, for our children. Tyranny has no place here."

She looked out at the crowd, and there was a long pause as the people waited for her next words. She gathered her courage and spoke again, her voice now resolute.

"So now, I know many of you are anxious about the threat of Yoname, but I assure you—no terror will break through our walls. We are the people of Igodomigodo, and we will not cower. We do not submit. We will stand strong, united, and defiant!"

The crowd eted In cheers, the energy surging through the square, as Nosaze's words lifted their spirits. She stood tall, her chest swelling with pride, though doubt lingered in her heart.

Just then, Sonni walked up and stood beside her, offering his silent support. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his presence a steadying force. Nosaze glanced at him, grateful for his strength, and together, they faced the people, the weight of their responsibilities heavier than ever.

Woghiren raised his fist high and shouted, "For Benin!"

The crowd erupted in a rhythmic hail, their voices rising in a powerful, pulsing roar. The sound was deafening, a wave of energy that spread through the square, lifting the spirits of all who stood there.

Woghiren lifted his hand again, his voice booming, "For Igodomigodo!"

Once more, the crowd answered—not with words, but with a resounding, synchronized hail that echoed across the land, a declaration of unity, strength, and resolve.

The people, inspired by their queen's words, broke into songs, their melodies filled with hope and pride. They sang of their ancestors, their victories, and the future they would carve together. It was a moment of pure unity—a moment when the people of Benin and Igodomigodo became one in spirit, bound by their love for their land and their queen.

Nosaze and Sonni walked out onto the balcony, their steps in sync, their hearts united in purpose. As they stood there together, the crowd's song swelled, filling the air with an overwhelming sense of power and resolve. Nosaze looked out at the sea of faces, their voices a chorus of defiance and determination, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a glimmer of hope.

Sonni stood beside her, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of emotions. He gave her a small, reassuring smile, and Nosaze couldn't help but return it, finding comfort in the quiet strength that he offered. Together, they faced the future, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them as one.

A Family Torn, A War Unfolds

Erhahon called Irene to the quiet corner of the palace, the weight of the conversation pressing down on him. She had known for some time now that he was her brother, though they had kept it a secret from their mother for his safety, as their late father had insisted.

"Irene, Mama won't stop. She wants to make Benin suffer as she has," Erhahon said softly, his voice laden with worry. "She'll hurt Nosaze, too. I fear for her. She's innocent in this."

Irene's eyes welled up, her voice trembling as she replied, "I've tried, Erhahon… I've tried to stop her. But she won't listen. Ever since Papa died, Mama's become… wild. I can't lose Nosaze, and I can't lose Mama either."

Tears began to fall, and she threw herself into her brother's arms, her body shaking with emotion. "Erhahon, why is this happening to us? Why does our family have to be painted as evil?" she sobbed, holding him tightly, her voice breaking. "I can't do this anymore, please… help us."

He held her close, his heart heavy with the weight of her plea. "Irene," he whispered, drawing her back to look into her eyes. "Don't blame yourself. I'm your older brother. I will protect you. I promise, I'll do everything I can. But right now, I need to go to Meroe. We need to prepare for what's coming, because I know this attack will be like no other."

Irene hesitated, her grip tightening around him. "Please, don't go," she whispered, the fear in her voice unmistakable. "I need you here, with me."

"I know," Erhahon replied, his voice steady despite the storm inside. "But you need to be brave, Irene. Promise me you'll stay strong and protect Mama. Promise me."

She looked into his eyes, seeing the desperation there, and after a long moment, she nodded. "I promise," she said softly, her heart aching with uncertainty.

They embraced one last time, and Irene whispered, "Please come home, brother."

Erhahon smiled gently, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I will. Trust me."

With one last lingering look, he stepped into the shadows, disappearing into the night, leaving Irene standing alone, her heart torn between her family and the impending storm that threatened them all.

At the Council Chamber in Benin

Sonni and Nosaze were seated in the council chamber when a soldier burst in, his face etched with urgency.

"Your Highnesses!" the soldier exclaimed, panting heavily. "Trouble is approaching. One of our scouts has just delivered a message—King Bocchus of the North is marching toward Benin, ready to wage war against us. His forces are strong and powerful, my king. These men appear to be worth paying close attention to."

Nosaze turned to Sonni, gauging his reaction. Sonni, already brimming with frustration, slammed his hand on the table as he stood.

"Those men," he said, voice dripping with disdain, "are not worth my time."

He moved from the table, pacing toward the soldier as anger brewed within him. "Ready the army! Those fools must not live to see the borders of Benin."

Nosaze, ever the strategist, interjected calmly, "If we're to act, we must act swiftly."

Sonni turned to her, his expression fierce but with a trace of respect for her wisdom. "As you wish," he replied. "Tomorrow, we march. And unless I'm mistaken, this will not take long."

At the Kingdom of Nehizena

Ekundayo strode purposefully into Yoname's chambers, his steps firm, his expression serious. The queen turned to him, sensing he had something of importance to share.

"My queen," he began, "I saw Juba returning to the kingdom with weapons. It seems to me he's just returned from Kush. He's positioning himself… perhaps even preparing to compete with you."

Yoname's lips curled into a smirk, her voice low and cold. "Juba is growing bolder by the day," she said. "He doesn't realize how closely I've been watching him… nor how foolish he is to think I've forgotten what he did to Nehizena."

Ekundayo nodded, his tone cautious yet pointed. "My queen, I sense something unusual about Juba's movements—something untrustworthy. He's keeping a close watch on you, constantly. You could use that against him."

Yoname's smirk widened, and she turned to face him fully. "Ekundayo, I must say, you've impressed me with your insight. I will find a way to turn this to my advantage. One by one, my enemies shall fall at my feet."

She moved to sit on her ornate chair but paused mid-motion, a thought crossing her mind. "Ekundayo," she asked, her voice curious yet sharp, "do you happen to know a soldier named Admasu from Aksum? He's a fine soldier—Nehizena was rather fond of him."

Ekundayo hesitated briefly before replying. "I know of whom you speak, my queen. But I doubt his name is truly Admasu. He doesn't strike me as an Aksumite. Something about him feels… off. Even I find him suspicious. Still, as long as he fights for us against our enemies, I see no harm in him, though I must admit—I haven't truly seen him in battle yet."

Yoname's eyes narrowed as she considered his words. "You make a valid point, Ekundayo," she said, her tone thoughtful. "I'll look into this matter personally."

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "You may leave now."

Ekundayo bowed and left the chamber. Yoname stood in silence, her mind racing, pondering the layers of intrigue swirling around her.

Dawn at Zanzuga Valley

As dawn broke, Sonni and Nosaze led their army to Zanzuga Valley, intent on intercepting King Bocchus and his forces before they reached the borders of Benin. Their soldiers camped on the high grounds overlooking the valley, giving them a clear vantage point of Bocchus's army, which had set up camp on the opposite side.

Amadin stood beside Sonni, his gaze fixed on the enemy camp. His expression was thoughtful as he said, "Your Highness, their forces seem formidable. Their strength feels exceptional. What do you make of it?"

Sonni, his sharp eyes locked on the horizon, studied the movement in Bocchus's camp before replying calmly, "Strength alone does not win battles, Amadin. Strategy matters just as much, if not more. And the Bocchus I know has always faltered in that regard."

He turned away from the view, his tone confident as he added, "There will be great victory in this war—that, I am certain of."

Amadin, still observing the camp, glanced at Sonni and said, "Your Highness, you've done so much for us. I only wish I could repay you for it."

Sonni turned to him, a rare smile softening his features. "Amadin, you are one of the most honest and fierce warriors I've ever met. Your tireless dedication to your queen is something I admire deeply. With men like you by my side, I'd be the safest man on earth."

Amadin bowed, his voice earnest. "My king, it is my duty to protect the legacy of our ancestors and to safeguard my queen. Your soldiers have inspired me greatly and shaped me into the warrior I am today. Knowing that you're impressed by my efforts means a great deal to me."

Sonni's gaze softened further. "You and your people have made sacrifices for my father that changed the way I view the world. I wish the best for you all. Your queen is unlike any other I've encountered, and it's because of her and her people that I put my heart into everything I do."

Without another word, Sonni turned and walked back into the camp, leaving Amadin to reflect on the bond between their kingdoms and the battle that lay ahead.

As Sonni walked into the camp, he heard Nosaze's voice calling out to him. "Sonni."

He paused and turned to look at her. "What's wrong?" Nosaze asked, her voice filled with concern. "Your mood has been heavy for days now. I tried asking you earlier, but you refused to share. But now, you'll have to tell me."

Sonni smirked slightly. "You don't give up, do you?"

Nosaze gripped his arm firmly. "When you're involved, I never give up. So, tell me—what's troubling you?"

Sonni sighed, walking slowly with her as she held his arm. "I haven't been myself lately. At the battle of Afuria… I saw something there that doesn't sit right with me. Something from my past, something that locked eyes with me. Nosa, I lost myself in the heat of the war. I didn't even know what I was doing."

He sat down on a nearby stone, his gaze distant. "I don't feel okay. This constant war I fight… every day of my life feels like a battle. I just want to feel peace."

He picked up his sword and looked at it thoughtfully. "This sword—it's a testament to my father's strength. His memories lie in it… but it also haunts me. Every time I hold it, I feel his presence, and it makes the pain unbearable."

His head dropped, his face in his hands.

Nosaze knelt beside him and wrapped her arms around him, her voice gentle. "Sonni, I know how it feels. Trust me. Every day, a part of me is torn apart. But because of you, I choose to stay strong. If you give up… my pain will consume me too."

She looked into his eyes, her gaze steady. "Sonni, the memories of your father—though tragic—shaped you into the man you are today. What you saw at Afuria means nothing. We won the battle. It's over."

Sonni met her gaze, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Your words… they're so encouraging," he said, playfully adding, "and also commanding."

Nosaze giggled, lightening the mood. "Where did you learn to act so commanding?" Sonni asked.

"My father," Nosaze replied with a mischievous grin. "His presence was so commanding. I learned a lot from him."

Sonni raised an eyebrow. "Like how you reintroduced yourself in that courtroom the last time we met? That was quite intimidating."

Nosaze chuckled. "Yes, that was from him… though I added a little attitude to make mine stand out."

Sonni laughed, pulling her closer. "Attitude? You're one stunning woman I've ever known." He gave her a playful tickle, and she laughed, her joy contagious.

"Should I show you something amazing?" Sonni asked, a spark of excitement in his eyes.

Nosaze raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Yes, what is it?"

He led her to the forest, where the tranquility of nature surrounded them. The sounds of birds and distant creatures filled the air, almost as if the impending battle had been forgotten in this peaceful haven.

Sonni pointed toward a waterfall. "That's Lufira Veil," he said. "It's one of the places I come to clear my head, before or after battle."

Nosaze looked around, her eyes filled with awe. "It's beautiful here, Sonni. It's even more lovely than I imagined."

Sonni smiled. "Of course. It's a peaceful place."

He stepped into the water, lifting his garments and allowing them to flow into the stream. Standing waist-deep, he walked toward the waterfall, letting the water cascade over him.

When he stepped back from the waterfall, he extended his hand toward Nosaze. "Nosa, come join me."

Nosaze stood there, captivated by the sight of him—the sunlight glinting off his wet, wooly hair and the scars on his muscular frame. Slowly, she stepped into the water, her eyes never leaving him. As she reached him, she placed her hands gently on his scars, her touch reverent, as the tension between them quietly rose.

As Nosaze approached him, her fingers gently traced the scars on his chest, her touch soft and deliberate. She could feel the history in his body—the battles he had fought, the pain he had endured, and the strength he had gained. Her breath caught as her hand lingered on his skin, the warmth of his body mingling with the coolness of the water around them.

Sonni, sensing her closeness, felt the weight of their shared silence. He could see the flicker of curiosity and admiration in her eyes as she stood before him, her hands still resting on his scars. He could feel the tension, but it wasn't the kind of tension that made him uncomfortable. Instead, it was a shared connection, a quiet understanding between them.

For a moment, they stood there, the only sounds being the gentle rush of the waterfall and the distant calls of birds. The air was thick with unspoken words, emotions too complex to voice. Sonni's heart raced slightly, unsure whether he should break the silence or let it linger, but the intensity in her eyes drew him in.

Nosaze slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, the weight of the moment pulling her closer to him. Her fingers slipped away from his chest, and she took a hesitant step forward, closing the gap between them. "Sonni…" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. Her hand reached up to cup his cheek, her touch tender but full of longing.

Sonni's breath hitched at the softness of her touch. He was no longer the warrior in armor or the leader of armies. In this moment, he was just a man, standing before the woman who had become his anchor in a storm of war and loss. Her presence had a calming effect on him, a peace he had longed for.

"I've never told you this," he began, his voice low, "but every battle, every moment I've fought, it's always been for the ones I love. And now… I fight for you, Nosaze."

Nosaze's heart skipped a beat at his words, and her hand found its way to his chest again, this time resting over his heart. She could feel it beating faster, matching the rhythm of her own. She leaned in slowly, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "And I fight for you."

The closeness between them was undeniable. The water around them shimmered, reflecting the soft glow of the sun, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside, the war, the kingdom—none of it existed. It was just them, standing together in the heart of the forest, bound by something far stronger than duty or battle.

And then, without another word, Sonni leaned in and kissed her—a kiss that held everything they couldn't say. A kiss that spoke of trust, of longing, of the battles they had fought together, and the peace they both craved.

Nosaze kissed him back, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough. The water around them seemed to disappear, the only thing left was the shared warmth of their embrace and the undeniable pull between them.

Erhahon reached Meroe at noon, standing outside the palace corridor as he met King Tarhaqa.

Erhahon spoke urgently, "My king, I need soldiers from Meroe near the borders of Benin. My mother is preparing to lay waste to Benin, targeting King Akenzua's legacy—Nosaze is just in the way. If things go as she plans, she'll hurt Nosaze in the process. I want to stop this war, but it's not simple. Some northern kings still ally with my mother, and they don't trust her. Worse, they don't like her and she knows. Her vengeance isn't just aimed at the west—she has a list of people she intends to destroy, and many of them are in Benin."

Tarhaqa nodded solemnly, his voice calm yet filled with understanding, "You've grown, Erhahon. Your sharp thinking is exactly what I hoped for. I'll give you the soldiers, but do not engage in battle yet. You don't know Yoname's true intentions, and Benin will see you as an enemy because of your father's connections. Stay close enough to protect Nosaze, but do not overstep. We don't know what Yoname's next move will be."

Erhahon embraced Tarhaqa, a deep gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you… You've done so much for me. I don't know how to repay you."

Tarhaqa pulled him back, meeting his gaze with a soft, fatherly smile. "You never have to repay me, son. As a father, it's my duty to raise you as my own, just as I've done with my sons. Now, stay a while. Let's be together as a family before you leave."

Erhahon nodded, feeling the weight of the moment. Tarhaqa continued, "How is your sister, Irene? I trust things aren't too difficult for her?"

Erhahon's voice softened with concern. "She doesn't feel safe there, among the kings and generals. I can't stand seeing her like this. That's why I need to resolve this quickly—so she can live in peace."

Tarhaqa's gaze was filled with assurance. "I give you my word, Erhahon. As long as I'm alive, I'll do everything I can to make sure she has the life she deserves."

Erhahon bowed his head, deeply moved by Tarhaqa's words. He remained silent, his heart full of gratitude.

The Battle Begins

The night draped the valley in a thick veil of shadows as the air grew colder. From the distance, the rhythmic pounding of thousands of boots echoed like distant thunder, heralding the approach of Bocchus and his massive army. Their banners swayed in the moonlight, their armored ranks stretching far and wide like an iron tide.

On the other side, Sonni and Nosaze's armies stood ready. The warriors of Gao and Benin had formed their defensive line, shields locked and swords gleaming under the pale glow of the moon. The air was thick with anticipation, a tense quiet broken only by the rhythmic clang of swords against shields—a steady, unrelenting beat that carried a message: they were unbroken, unafraid.

The speaker of Bocchus' army rode forth on a black stallion, his armor glinting menacingly. He halted at the center of the battlefield and raised his voice to the heavens. "Hear this, people of Gao and Benin! You have wronged the great King Bocchus by slaying his brother, the noble King Zaharak. One by one, you shall pay for your deeds. Surrender your leaders now, and perhaps your lives shall be spared. The blood of King Zaharak will not go unlooked!"

A deafening roar erupted from the soldiers of Gao and Benin, a unified sound that shook the valley. They struck their shields in unison, creating a pulse of thunderous defiance. The speaker hesitated, visibly unnerved by their sheer courage, but steeled himself.

"Men of Maretan!" he shouted to his army. "Hold your courage! In this valley, we will drown our enemies in their own blood. Tonight, we bring justice to our king! Charge!"

The Maretan army surged forward, their battle cry tearing through the night. The ground trembled beneath the weight of their charge, but the warriors of Gao and Benin did not falter. Sonni and Nosaze stood at the front of their armies, their presence alone steadying the line.

The clash was thunderous as the two forces collided, steel meeting steel, and the cries of battle filled the air. Arrows rained down from both sides, and the ground quickly became a chaotic mess of broken bodies and blood-soaked earth.

Sonni's Path Through the Chaos

Sonni moved like a storm through the battlefield, each strike of his sword precise and deadly. His enemies fell before him like leaves in a tempest, their cries silenced by the cold steel of his blade. His eyes burned with purpose, fixed on one goal—reaching King Bocchus.

Around him, the warriors of Gao and Benin stood their ground with fierce determination. Though vastly outnumbered by the Maretan army, their unity and resolve began to shift the tide of battle.

Nearby, Nosaze fought with equal ferocity, her movements fluid and graceful as she struck down her foes. Her armor was stained with blood, but her resolve was unshaken. She glanced toward Sonni, watching as he carved a path through the enemy ranks, his strength and determination inspiring her to push harder.

The Duel with the Officer

As Sonni pressed forward, a figure stepped into his path—a tall, imposing officer of Bocchus' army, clad in ornate armor. The man's gaze was cold as he leveled his sword at Sonni.

"You dare to strike at the great King Bocchus?" the officer sneered. "You will regret this. My king will reward me handsomely when I bring him your head."

Sonni slowed, his grip tightening on his sword. His voice was calm, laced with quiet menace. "Who are you?"

The officer laughed bitterly. "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that your blood will pay for your crimes. Prepare yourself!"

The officer charged, his blade gleaming in the moonlight. Sonni met him head-on, their swords clashing in a shower of sparks. The two men fought fiercely, the sound of their duel cutting through the chaos around them.

Sonni's movements were precise and controlled, while the officer attacked with raw power. Blow after blow, the two men exchanged strikes, but it became clear that Sonni was the superior warrior. With a swift maneuver, he disarmed the officer, sending the man's sword clattering to the ground.

Defeated, the officer laughed bitterly. "Kill me, coward! It won't matter. Benin's fall is already written. Yoname will burn it to ash once its sky turns red, and your harlot—"

Before the officer could finish, Sonni threw his sword, its point driving deep into the man's chest, silencing him. The officer's body crumpled to the ground, and Sonni muttered, "Keep your words to yourself next time."

Sonni's Pursuit of Bocchus

As the battle raged on, Sonni's voice thundered across the battlefield. "Hold the line!" The warriors of Gao and Benin stood firm, their resolve unshaken. Amid the chaos, Nosaze ran to Sonni, pointing toward the horizon. "Sonni! Over there—Bocchus! He's trying to flee!"

Sonni turned and spotted the king retreating on horseback through the chaos. Without hesitation, he called out, "Diallo!"

From the defensive line, Diallo hurled a spear with all his might. Sonni caught it mid-stride, the weapon feeling natural in his grip. Nosaze watched in awe as Sonni called to Konaté.

Konaté crouched low, offering his back. Sonni sprinted toward him and used Konaté as a springboard, leaping high into the air. The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as Sonni hurled the spear with deadly accuracy.

Bocchus turned, his eyes widening in horror as the spear struck him squarely in the back. The force of the blow threw him from his horse, and he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Sonni landed gracefully on the enemy's side, his movements fearless. He strode to Bocchus' lifeless body and wrenched the spear free, staring at it for a moment before raising it high. Turning back to his army, he roared, "charge!"

Victory and Admiration

The warriors of Gao and Benin surged forward with renewed vigor, their battle cries echoing through the valley. The Maretan army, demoralized by the loss of their king, faltered and fell under the relentless assault.

For Nosaze, watching Sonni's unyielding determination was like witnessing a force of nature. He was a man of strength, courage, and purpose, and in that moment, her admiration deepened into something she could not yet name. His roar was not just a call to arms—it was a voice that resonated deep within her.

The battle was over. The bodies of Bocchus' army lay scattered across the field, while Sonni and Nosaze's forces stood victorious. Together, they had defied the odds and emerged as an unstoppable force, united by their shared purpose.

The Fall of Bocchus

The remnants of Bocchus' army fled back to the kingdom of Nehizena, their morale shattered and their ranks decimated. They carried the grim news of their king's death to King Mpande and King Massinissa, who wasted no time making their way to Yoname's palace.

Inside the grand hall, Yoname sat on her throne with regal composure, her loyal dogs lying obediently at her feet. Irene sat before her, her small frame dwarfed by the throne's imposing size. Yoname's hands moved deftly, plaiting Irene's hair with a care that seemed at odds with her reputation as a ruthless warlord. The tension in the room was palpable as King Mpande and King Massinissa entered, their faces grim.

King Mpande was the first to speak, his tone heavy. "Yoname, we have grave news. King Bocchus is dead."

To their shock, Yoname threw her head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the high walls. Massinissa's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides.

"How can you laugh at a time like this?" he snapped, his voice rising with anger. "We've just lost one of our own, and you're here mocking his death!"

Yoname's laughter subsided into a cold smirk as her sharp eyes fixed on him. "What did you expect me to do? Cry? Bocchus boasted that he would win the battle and return to feed my head to my dogs. Where is he now? Feeding the earth?"

Mpande's expression darkened. "Yoname, this isn't the time for mockery. The death of Bocchus only proves the strength of Sonni and his army. If we don't take this threat seriously, we'll all meet the same fate."

Yoname leaned back in her throne, her expression hardening. Her voice was calm but laced with disdain. "You are all too small-minded to grasp what you're up against. You underestimated Sonni's strength, blinded by your arrogance. Let me tell you: just because Sonni struggled to challenge Nehizena does not make him weak. Sonni is a seasoned warlord—the only king who could stand against the might of the Kushite kings. That is the man you failed to understand."

Mpande, yielding under her piercing gaze, nodded slowly. "And that is why we've all agreed you should lead the army. Your cunning is unmatched. Only you have the power to secure our future."

Yoname arched a brow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, have you now? So generous of you to decide for me." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "But tell me, where is Juba?"

Mpande and Massinissa exchanged uneasy glances, their silence betraying their confusion.

Massinissa finally spoke, his voice uncertain. "We… haven't seen him in a while. Though there have been reports of him being spotted at the Royal Tribunal."

Yoname sighed, rising from her throne with an air of authority. Irene quickly stepped aside as Yoname's towering figure cast a shadow over the room. She looked down at the two kings, her voice firm and commanding. "Listen to me carefully. From this moment forward, you are not to take any action without informing me first. Do you understand?"

Mpande and Massinissa nodded, their expressions a mix of submission and unease.

Without another word, Yoname turned on her heel and strode out of the throne room, her dogs following closely at her side. Her presence lingered like a storm, leaving the kings to exchange worried glances, uncertain of what lay ahead.

Yoname sat alone in her chambers, her piercing eyes scanning the maps and strategies sprawled across her desk. The flickering light of the lanterns cast long shadows on the walls, mirroring the depth of her thoughts.

From the doorway, Irene's soft voice broke the silence. "Mama?"

Yoname turned her head, her expression softening ever so slightly. "Irene, come in."

Irene stepped into the room and settled beside her mother, her gaze darting between the maps and Yoname's calculating expression. "Are you troubled by what happened earlier?" she asked gently.

Yoname let out a long sigh and leaned back in her chair. "The death of Bocchus? That means little to me. What weighs on my mind is something greater." She placed a hand over Irene's, her tone shifting to one of careful intent. "I'm drafting plans to ensure you become a ruler destined for greatness."

Irene blinked, both comforted and confused by her mother's words. Before she could respond, Yoname smiled—a sly, deliberate smile—and pulled her closer.

"Irene," Yoname began, her voice lowering to an almost conspiratorial whisper, "how do you feel about taking a real test of power?"

Irene hesitated, her confusion apparent but her loyalty stronger. "If you think I'm ready, Mama, I'll do it."

Yoname stood, her commanding presence filling the room. "Good. Come with me. We're going to the royal tribunal."

Irene quickly rose to her feet, following her mother without question, her heart racing with both trepidation and excitement as Yoname's words echoed in her mind.

As they approached the gates of the royal tribunal, Yoname and Irene spotted two of Juba's guards stationed at the entrance. Yoname knelt slightly to Irene's level and said firmly, "Walk up to them and tell them you need to speak to Juba. Remember, act firm and commanding—like a queen."

Irene nodded, swallowing her nerves as she straightened her posture. She walked toward the guards, her steps hesitant at first but growing more purposeful. Yoname remained in the shadows, watching intently.

"I wish to speak with your King, Juba," Irene declared, her voice loud and clear.

The first guard chuckled, stepping forward with a mocking sneer. "Who do you think you are?"

"I am Princess Irene, and I demand to speak with Juba," she replied, holding her ground.

The guard grabbed her arm roughly, his tone dripping with disdain. "Who do you think you are to say his name like that?"

Fear flashed in Irene's eyes as she struggled to pull away. The second guard stepped in, grabbing her other arm. "Lost your way, haven't you, little princess?" he taunted.

"Let me go!" Irene cried out in fear, her voice trembling.

Before they could press further, a chilling silence fell as Yoname emerged from the shadows. Her movement was slow, deliberate, and utterly intimidating. The second guard noticed her first and immediately released Irene, stepping back in fear. The first guard followed suit, loosening his grip on Irene, who ran into Yoname's arms, sobbing.

"What happened, my child?" Yoname asked calmly, stroking Irene's hair.

"They… they threatened me," Irene sniffled, her voice barely audible.

"Both of them?" Yoname inquired, her tone deadly calm.

Irene nodded, wiping her tears. Yoname kissed her forehead and said softly, "Wait here."

Yoname turned to the guards. The second guard began stammering, "Y-Your Highness, please—"

Before he could finish, Yoname unleashed her dual chain blades. With a swift flick of her wrist, one blade tore through his neck. Blood gushed as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The first guard drew his sword and lunged at Yoname, aiming for her head. She sidestepped effortlessly, his swing cutting through empty air. He charged again, but her speed was unmatched. With precise movements, Yoname lashed out with her blades, severing his arm. He screamed in agony, clutching the stump, but Yoname wasn't finished.

She struck again, her blades cutting into his flesh, leaving deep gashes. The guard lunged one last time, desperate, but Yoname dodged and entangled him in her chains. With a powerful shove, she slammed him against the wall and pinned him there.

"Irene," Yoname said, her voice cold but composed, "ask him again."

Irene hesitated, trembling at the sight before her. She couldn't find her voice.

The guard, bloodied and terrified, begged, "Please… spare me!"

Yoname rolled her eyes, clearly irritated. She slammed his head against the wall with force. "Where is Juba?" she demanded.

The guard, now panicked, pointed toward the gate. "He's inside! Please, I told you everything!"

Yoname released him from her chains, her expression unreadable. "Irene, let's move."

As they turned to leave, the first guard, still alive but barely moving, attempted to stand. Without hesitation, Yoname turned back, extending one of her blades. It thrust deep into his back. He let out a final cry before collapsing, lifeless.

Irene stood frozen, her eyes wide in shock. Yoname knelt to meet her gaze, her tone softening as she said, "One of the most important rules of being a queen: never let anyone intimidate you." She gently turned Irene's face toward hers and smiled. "Now, let's move."

Together, they walked through the gates of the royal tribunal, their presence unshakable.

Yoname and Irene stepped into the royal tribunal, the air thick with the agonizing cries of someone being tortured. Yoname halted, gesturing for Irene to wait in a corner. She strode forward with purpose, her expression darkening as she approached Juba, who stood over the tortured man.

"What do you think you're doing?" Yoname demanded, her voice cutting through the room. "Torturing someone in my kingdom?" She grabbed Juba by the arm, forcing him to face her.

Juba glared back, yanking his arm free. "Don't you touch me—"

Before he could finish, Yoname snatched the torture blade from his hand, her tone sharp and commanding. "You dare raise your voice at me?" Juba flinched, his defiance wavering under the weight of her gaze.

Turning to the guards, Yoname barked, "Get that man out of here. Now." The guards hesitated briefly before scrambling to obey, dragging the bloodied prisoner away.

As they left, Juba seethed, "You're disgracing the North's legacy! Bocchus is dead, and you think the kings of Kush will let this go unpunished?"

Yoname didn't flinch. "What the kings of Kush do doesn't matter to me" she said coldly.

Juba sneered, "You're not ready for what's coming. I'll make sure Sonni and Nosaze pay for Bocchus's blood. I'll strike fear into the West again—"

Yoname leaned in, her eyes narrowing with an intimidating intensity. "And just how do you plan to accomplish that?"

Juba faltered, his gaze dropping under her piercing stare. Yoname smirked faintly, her voice low but firm. "That's what I thought—nothing. Now stand down and let me do my job."

Humbled, Juba muttered, "Fine. We'll allow you this one… for now."

Without another word, Yoname turned and took Irene by the hand, leading her out of the tribunal. Her footsteps echoed with authority, leaving a shaken silence in her wake.

Later that night, Yoname called Ekundayo, giving him her orders. "I've learned that Sonni and Nosaze are in Zanzuga Valley."

Ekundayo responded, "Yes, my queen. What do you want us to do?"

Yoname's voice was steady. "Tonight, burn the villages around them. Leave a mark that Sonni and Nosaze can trace back to us."

Ekundayo bowed. "We'll get it done right away."

As Ekundayo led the army through the villages near Zanzuga, setting them alight, Sonni was resting outside his tent. The distant cries of the villages echoed in the night, pulling him from his sleep. Confused, he rose, only to be met by Nosaze.

"Sonni," she said urgently, "You need to see this. Come with me."

Together with a few guards, they made their way up a nearby hill. From the peak, they looked down to see the villages burning. A soldier ran up to them, breathless. "Your highness, chaos has struck the villages. We went to investigate, and we found this."

The soldier presented an eerie wooden dog headgear, identical to what Yoname's army used. Sonni took it, whispering under his breath, "Yoname… What have you done?"

Nosaze raised an eyebrow. "Are we going to rescue every village she burns?"

Sonni frowned, staring at the destruction. "It's pointless. These villages aren't the target. It's a distraction. Yoname's reminding us of her mother's death… this is her message."

"So, what do we do now?" Nosaze asked.

Sonni clenched his fists. "A great war is coming. We need to be prepared. And we need more strength."

He turned to Nosaze. "We're going to Meroe. By dawn, we leave. No time to waste."

Nosaze nodded in agreement, and the two of them stood there, watching the villages burn as the night stretched on.

The Messenger's Call

The next morning, as the first light of dawn broke through the skies, Sonni and Nosaze finalized their preparations for the journey to Meroe. The camp buzzed with activity—soldiers sharpening weapons, guards readying supplies, and scouts securing the perimeter. The scent of smoldering wood from the burnt villages still lingered in the air, a grim reminder of the night before.

Before they could set out, a group of messengers, clad in the distinct royal colors of Wagadu, rode into the camp. Their arrival stirred curiosity and caution among the soldiers, who immediately formed a protective barrier around Sonni and Nosaze.

The leader of the group dismounted, his tall, regal frame exuding composure and authority. He bowed deeply before speaking, his voice steady and clear. "Your Highness," he said, "I am Kofi Amadu, a messenger of Wagadu."

Sonni raised an eyebrow. "Kofi, what news do you bring in such a hurry?"

Kofi bowed respectfully before replying, "Your Highness, the King of Wagadu demands to see you immediately. His wife, Queen Sundiata also sends a personal message for the Queen of Benin."

Nosaze's curiosity piqued. She stepped forward, her expression calm yet commanding. "What message does Queen Sundiata wish to deliver? Surely, it could have been relayed through you."

Kofi hesitated, glancing at the ground for a moment before replying, "The message is to be delivered in Wagadu, Your Majesty, the Queen has insisted that her words be spoken to you directly. She believes it is a matter too sensitive to entrust to anyone else. It must come from Queen Sundiata's lips to your ears."

The weight of his words hung in the air. Sonni's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of suspicion and intrigue flashing across his face. "Tell the King of Wagadu that I will come, but this week is not the right time. We have pressing matters of our own to address."

Nosaze, sensing the gravity of the situation, added, "And tell Queen Sundiata that I send my condolences for her loss. She has shown great strength through these difficult times."

At this, Kofi's stoic demeanor faltered slightly. His shoulders sagged as a shadow of sorrow crossed his face. "Your words of sympathy will mean much to her, Your Majesty. She will be comforted to know you remember her pain."

With a final bow, Kofi and his entourage mounted their horses. "I will deliver your messages as you wish. May the Almighty guide your path." The group rode off, their figures fading into the horizon.

Sonni turned to Nosaze, his expression thoughtful. "The King of Wagadu does not call lightly. There's more to this than meets the eye."

Nosaze nodded, her brow furrowed. "I agree. For Queen Sundiata to send a personal message under such circumstances, it must be something significant. But for now, we focus on Meroe. We need to strengthen our alliances before dealing with anything else."

Sonni placed a hand on her shoulder. "Wise as always, my queen. Let's not delay any further."

With their soldiers in tow, Sonni and Nosaze began their journey toward Meroe, leaving the camp behind. As they rode, the echoes of Wagadu's summons lingered in their minds—a reminder that even as they faced one war, another might be brewing in the shadows.

Yoname's Encounter at Ishkura Forge

Meanwhile, after setting the villages of Zanzuga ablaze, Yoname journeyed to the famed Ishkura Forge to meet the Kings of Kush. The forge, known for its grand temple with high golden domes and intricately carved pillars, served as a meeting ground for the mighty rulers of the southern realms.

Upon her arrival, Yoname was met by the temple's chiefs, who guided her through the ceremonial halls. "When addressing the kings," one of them instructed, "you must kneel behind the veil. The kings of Kush sit beyond the curtain and are not to be seen by outsiders unless permitted."

Yoname, though irked by the demand, complied, kneeling gracefully behind the translucent curtain. On the other side, the three kings—Sutemak, Tarikhur, and Bakuren—sat on ornate thrones, their forms shadowed by the flickering light of torches.

"The kings of Kush," Yoname began, her voice steady but sharp, "the fear that crept into your hearts over Sonni's rising power has been quenched. I have struck fear into him once again."

King Sutemak's deep voice responded, tinged with skepticism. "And what have you done this time, Yoname?"

Yoname smirked, her tone unwavering. "What else but fire? I burned the villages surrounding Sonni and Nosaze's camp, leaving a mark they will not forget."

Sutemak chuckled darkly. "A small fire indeed. Yoname, your cunningness is well-known across the lands. Some even whisper that it was your words that turned Nehizena into the ruthless man he became."

Yoname's expression darkened at the mention of her late husband. "Enough," she said, her voice edged with steel. "Leave my husband's name out of this."

The kings laughed, their deep voices echoing in the chamber. "Very well," Sutemak replied mockingly. "If that is what will bring you peace, we shall honor it."

Tarikhur leaned forward, his tone laced with suspicion. "Yoname, you didn't journey here just to boast of your so-called victory, did you?"

Bakuren added, his voice smooth but probing, "Indeed, Yoname. What truly brings you to Ishkura Forge?"

Yoname hesitated, her sharp mind racing for the right words. "Kings of Kush," she began, "you and I have come a long way. We've developed a unique trust, a bond strengthened by our shared goals. But I must ask—what is it that you plan to do with Sonni?"

Tarikhur let out a low chuckle. "What we plan to do," he said cryptically, "is profound. It will not sit well with many. And as for trust, Yoname, you misunderstand our relationship. This is not trust—it's merely a deal, nothing more."

Tarikhur rose from his throne, his towering figure casting a long shadow on the curtain. "We cannot truly trust someone who betrayed her own homeland."

Yoname's calm demeanor wavered briefly, her irritation evident in her clenched fists. After a pause, she regained her composure, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "A deal, you say? And you call me a traitor? Very well, kings of Kush, hear my words. You may stand tall and mighty, but I doubt your victory against King Sonni. I see your deaths written in blood, your heads severed and displayed in shame."

Sutemak slammed his hand against his throne, his voice rising in fury. "Yoname, mind your tongue! You speak to kings!"

Yoname, unshaken, rose to her feet, her posture regal and defiant. "I speak the truth," she said coldly, before turning on her heel and striding out of the temple.

Behind her, Sutemak's voice thundered through the hall. "Be careful, Yoname! Do not test my patience!"

Yoname didn't pause or look back, her steps echoing through the grand corridors as she left the temple, her mind already calculating her next move.

Sonni and Nosaze Arrive in Meroe

Days passed, and at dawn, Sonni and Nosaze, accompanied by their small army, finally reached the city of Meroe. The people of Meroe welcomed them warmly, the soft morning light casting golden hues on the grand sandstone walls. King Tarhaqa, seated in his council chamber, awaited their arrival, fully aware of the reason for their visit.

At noon, Tarhaqa summoned Sonni and Nosaze to his chamber. As Sonni entered the room, Tarhaqa rose, arms outstretched in greeting.

"Sonni, my good friend, accept my warm welcome," he exclaimed.

Sonni smiled as he took his seat at the large oak table. "Tarhaqa, it's been far too long."

Tarhaqa chuckled and turned to Nosaze. "And Nosaze, your vibrant nature hasn't changed a bit. Please, take your seat."

"Thank you," Nosaze replied graciously as she settled into her chair.

Tarhaqa continued, his tone shifting to one of somber reflection. "I doubt you'll know me, Nosaze, but your brother Nehizena was a dear friend of mine. I was deeply saddened to hear of his passing. Oh, Nehizena… he may have been seen as cruel, but there was a spark of sympathy in him that I could never ignore."

Nosaze's eyes widened slightly in confusion, but Tarhaqa pressed on. "Still, Nosaze, I am truly sorry for your loss."

Nosaze nodded politely, though her thoughts churned at the unexpected sentiment.

Sonni leaned forward, his tone firm. "Tarhaqa, I trust you're already aware of the situation that brought us here."

Tarhaqa nodded gravely. "Of course. Yoname has become a threat that none of us can ignore. I assume this is why you've come to me."

Sonni nodded. "Yoname's army is unlike any we've faced before."

Tarhaqa lowered his head, his voice heavy. "Yoname… the death of her husband, combined with the loss of her child, has turned her into a force of vengeance. She's prepared to go to any lengths, Sonni."

Nosaze spoke, her voice laced with urgency. "She's planning to destroy Benin. Yoname has weapons powerful enough to bring down our walls—perhaps even the entire city." She leaned closer, her hands clasped together in earnest. "Tarhaqa, we ask for your help. Please."

Tarhaqa, moved by her plea, sat in silence for a moment before responding. "I understand the gravity of the situation. With those weapons, Benin wouldn't stand a chance. However, to make a decision, I must rely on the counsel of my personal officer."

At Tarhaqa's signal, a tall, imposing figure stepped into the chamber. Erhahon, with a scarf covering the lower half of his face, walked quietly to the table and took a seat beside the king.

"Officer," Tarhaqa said, turning to Erhahon, "you've heard the weight of the matter concerning Yoname. What is your recommendation?"

Erhahon, silent at first, studied Nosaze intently. Nosaze returned his gaze, her suspicion mounting as she tried to read the man's hidden expression. Finally, Erhahon leaned toward Tarhaqa and whispered into his ear.

Tarhaqa nodded thoughtfully before addressing Sonni and Nosaze. "My officer advises that we assist you, but there is one condition."

Sonni frowned. "And what condition is that?"

"When we capture Yoname," Tarhaqa said firmly, "she will become a prisoner of Meroe and no one else."

Sonni glanced at Nosaze, uncertain. Nosaze, after a brief pause, nodded for him to accept the terms. Sonni turned back to Tarhaqa. "If this condition ensures that Yoname's harm is contained, we will accept it."

Tarhaqa leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "Very well. My officer will lead the army to camp at the western borders near Benin. By morning, we march."

Sonni hesitated, then said, "Tarhaqa, it's unlike you to consult an officer before making decisions."

Tarhaqa stood, a faint smile playing on his lips. "This matter holds great significance for my officer—perhaps even more than for me. You may not understand now, but I assure you, in time, you will."

With that, Tarhaqa and Erhahon exited the chamber, leaving Sonni and Nosaze behind. The room fell silent as they exchanged puzzled glances, their thoughts lingering on the mysterious officer who seemed to hold so much sway.

Later that night, Sonni and Nosaze sat by the palace pond, the still water reflecting the shimmering glow of the torches. The cool breeze carried the faint scent of blooming flowers, offering a fleeting sense of calm amid their worries.

Nosaze broke the silence, her voice tinged with unease. "There's something suspicious about that officer, Sonni. His eyes… they give me a flashback, like I've seen him before. He looks at me as if he knows me."

Sonni glanced at her, his expression steady. "Suspicious or not, as long as he's agreed to help us, we have no problem."

Nosaze sighed, leaning into him for comfort. "Tarhaqa said he saw a spark of sympathy in Nehizena. I'm not surprised because I saw it too. The Nehizena I knew wasn't always ruthless. He was gentle once, but Yoname…" Her voice trailed off before she continued, her tone heavy. "Yoname was always in his ear, speaking to him, influencing him."

She paused, then asked softly, "Sonni?"

Sonni, startled out of his thoughts, replied, "Yes?"

Nosaze looked up at him, her brow furrowed. "Did you know that Yoname claimed Aksum simply by talking her way into the people's minds?"

Sonni nodded. "Yes, I'm aware."

Nosaze's voice dropped as she added, "I believe she used the same methods to manipulate Nehizena into his evil actions."

Sonni shook his head, his tone thoughtful. "Yoname lost a child, Nosa. We can't be certain she's entirely to blame for Nehizena's choices. Grief can change a person."

Nosaze met his gaze, searching for answers. "You bring up an interesting point." She looked down, her hands fidgeting in her lap. A sigh escaped her lips. "But I'm finding it hard to sleep, hard to think… Sonni, I need help. I need you."

Sonni turned to her fully, his voice calm and reassuring. "Nosa, I'm right here. After this, we'll move to other neighboring kingdoms for assistance. I promise you, no harm will come to Benin." He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "You've been through so much, but you're not alone. Just rest now. I'm with you through all of this—I'll never leave your side. I promise."

Nosaze clung to him tightly, her voice low and tearful. "Sonni, I'm lost… so lost."

Sonni stroked her hair gently, his touch tender and steady. "Easy, Nosa. It's alright. This will pass, I promise. Trust me."

The warm torchlight bathed them in a soft glow, casting their shadows onto the pond. For a moment, the world seemed to still as they held onto each other, drawing strength from the bond they shared.

The Next Day

At dawn, Sonni and Nosaze stood with their modest army, prepared to journey alongside the soldiers of Meroe. Tarhaqa, with his commanding presence, led the formation, while Erhahon, veiled in his scarf as always, rode beside him.

Tarhaqa glanced at Sonni, who was riding ahead with Nosaze. "Sonni, are you sure the forces at Zanzuga are holding strong? If Yoname senses weakness, she'll pounce."

Sonni replied confidently, "The camp at Zanzuga is fortified. Nosaze and I will ensure the troops there are prepared for whatever comes."

Nosaze added, "We've been through worse, Tarhaqa. Trust me, our forces will stand. But this journey is about more than just strategy; it's about hope—a hope that unites and strengthens us."

Tarhaqa gave a thoughtful nod. "Hope is good, but strategy wins wars. Don't forget that."

The Split at Zanzuga Valley

As the caravan approached the Zanzuga Valley, Sonni turned his horse to Tarhaqa. "We part ways here. Nosaze and I will rendezvous with the troops at the valley camp. Lead the main army to the border without delay."

Tarhaqa frowned slightly but agreed. "Very well. But remember, Yoname is not one to underestimate. Be swift."

Nosaze nodded. "We'll rejoin you soon, Tarhaqa. Just keep pushing toward Nupe."

With a mutual salute, Sonni and Nosaze veered off the main path, heading toward the valley where their forces awaited.

Erhahon's Decision

As the soldiers marched on, Erhahon rode closer to Tarhaqa and spoke in a low voice, "Tarhaqa, I must return to the Kingdom of Nehizena. Yoname will grow suspicious if I'm absent too long. I need to seek her permission for a Leave and divert her attention."

Tarhaqa slowed his horse, considering Erhahon's words. "Your connection to Yoname is our strongest advantage. Go, but tread carefully. If she senses betrayal, she won't hesitate to strike."

Erhahon nodded solemnly. "I understand. I'll avoid any actions that could implicate me. If all goes well, I'll return swiftly."

Tarhaqa gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. "Good. While you're gone, I'll lead the army to Nupe as planned. May Almighty favor your cunning."

Without another word, Erhahon turned his horse and galloped back toward the Kingdom of Nehizena, his figure disappearing into the dust of the horizon.

The march toward the western border continued, but unease hung in the air. Each step brought them closer to a confrontation that would test their resolve and alliances.

Erhahon reached the Kingdom of Nehizena at nightfall. He made his way to Yoname's chamber, and as he knocked, Yoname, staring out of her window, called out, "You may come in."

Erhahon entered and bowed respectfully. "Greetings, my queen."

Yoname, still facing the window, spoke coldly, "You've been a very busy man lately."

Erhahon froze for a moment, unsure how to respond. Yoname continued, her voice sharp, "You've been sneaking out of the premises, making strange movements. Some say you've been giving out information to the enemies."

Erhahon flinched, quickly gathering himself. "I have been around, my queen. It's just that… I have family matters to attend to."

Yoname turned to face him, her voice suddenly sharp as she yelled, "Do not lie to me!" Her eyes narrowed, and her tone dropped, becoming firm and low. She took a step closer, the air between them thick with tension. "Not even with the word 'family,' because I can sense lies and fear in your eyes, even from afar."

She moved right up to him, towering over him with an intensity that made Erhahon swallow hard. "Why did you come to meet me at this time of night?"

"My family… they need me," Erhahon said, his voice steady but laced with nervousness. "I must go and see them. I've come to ask for a leave."

Yoname chuckled darkly. "You don't learn, do you? Asking for leave at this crucial time, when everyone is preparing for battle? This is the moment we've all been waiting for." Her voice grew colder. "I will not let my soldiers leave for their own personal reasons—especially not with information that could be used against us. However, I can't deny my soldier the responsibility of taking care of his family."

She moved even closer to him, her presence suffocating, as she whispered, "This leave… seems very important to you, doesn't it?"

"Yes, my queen," Erhahon replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yoname placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers feeling like ice. "And what if I refuse to let you leave?"

Erhahon froze, speechless, his fear growing by the second. Yoname's eyes darted down to his neck, where a necklace peeked out from under his clothing. She pulled it out, and her expression shifted from suspicion to shock as she saw the pendant: a leopard carved in intricate detail—an unmistakable symbol of the royal palace of Benin.

Her eyes narrowed with recognition. "Who gave this to you?"

Erhahon stammered, panic rising in his chest. "It's a gift from my wife."

"A gift from your wife?" Yoname turned away from him, her back to him as she looked out the window, her voice a mixture of disbelief and anger. "Your recent actions, your movements, and now this necklace… I need you to explain yourself, Admasu."

Erhahon, unable to speak, was caught in her gaze. Yoname's voice suddenly cut through the air, sharp as a blade. "Enough!"

With a final, cold glance, she added, "You may go and see your family."

Erhahon quickly bowed. "Thank you, my queen," and without another word, he rushed out of the chamber.

But Yoname wasn't satisfied. Her suspicions ran deep, and she needed answers. She called for one of her soldiers, Alem, to come to her side.

"Alem," she said, her voice cool and commanding. "Follow him. If you find anything suspicious, deal with him. I need him alive, but if he proves to be a threat, kill him."

Alem nodded and quickly gathered his men, setting off to follow Erhahon as he made his way toward Nupe, unaware of the trap closing in on him. But Alem's movements weren't unnoticed. Juba, seeing him leave, sent his own men to follow him from behind, ensuring no missteps in their path.