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Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2)
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 06, 2019, 02:14:57 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 1

She was half awake in the middle of the journey. The men that had taken her against her will were the warriors of Amabara. They had placed her on a bamboo bed as they had been instructed by the great dibia, Igwekala. The oracle had told them of the powers that the moon virgin possessed.

She was still in the dark about them; this made her a dangerous person because she couldn’t control her powers. The oracle had done some rituals with goat blood and raffia leaves to quench her magic. He had laced the bed which she was placed with the animal’s blood. This would weaken her until she arrived at the palace of Chiemele.

At first Adaora couldn’t see anything. It seemed that her head was in the clouds, because everything around her was surrounded by thick darkness. Her head throbbed like she had been hit with a rock. Her body felt weak.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt a light ached on her legs. Where was she? Was she dead? Even in her unconscious state, she could sense that something wasn’t right. It was the sharp voice and the strange dialect of one of the men that carried her that caused her to awaken fully.

“We must hurry before the sun comes out again. Luckily for us, the weather had been cloudy at the time of her arrest but the dibia old us that his charm would wear off when the sun is out.” A man with a gruff voice spoke.

The shorter warrior was curious.
“I have never heard of such a thing before. I never knew that charms require certain elements of nature to function properly.”
The first man snorted and called the second by name.

“Don’t be a fool Uzo. The moon virgin is possessed with powers of both the moon and the sun. She is full of energy and whenever these two elements show their faces in the sky, her powers would then be activated.”

Adaora’s ears tingled as she comprehended some words. They were talking about her in a different dialect, which she had heard before. A droplet of memory fell on her mind. She was taken to the time that her mother was still living.

They had gone to one of the big markets in Anyanwa to procure some special herbs which were specifically collected by old women. The market was usually divided into sections; one portion for the owners of the land and the other for stranger traders. While she and her mother had crossed to the side of the strangers to sell, she had come across some plump women who had black marks on their forehead.

Some of the marks were lines, while others were shapes like triangles and circles. They were all made with beauty charcoal. Out of their lips had come a very foreign kind of Igbo. Her mother had noticed her confusion.

“These women are from the sacred kingdom of Amabara. Rumor has it that everyone in that place is under a terrible curse.”

“Amabara,” Adaora’s eyes snapped open at once and she realized where the men were taking her to.

A small stream of sunshine rushed into her eyes. She adjusted quickly to her new environment. The first instinct that came upon her was that of struggle. She wanted to scream and writhe. She wanted to throw her hands into the air and call for help, instead, she pulled in the deepest breath she had ever taken.

The breath gave her more strength and courage. She was helpless at this point. These men had taken her at the stream for a purpose. She had to find a way to return to Ezeudo, for her destiny was there.

Though she was in severe pain, Adaora didn’t think much about herself. Her heart went out to her master’s children. Knowing how careless their mother was, Adaora felt pity for Adaugu and Ikenna. What would those poor children have for dinner? A feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, but it was quickly replaced with the feeling of uncertainty of what lay ahead.

From the look of things, these men weren’t just bandits. They were dressed in expensive animal fur and they had white markings on their body. She inhaled deeply and refused to consider the thought that dropped in her mind.
“She is awake!” Uzo had sensed a movement upon the bed.
The men all paused.

“What are we to do now?” The youngest warrior sounded a bit afraid.
“We must keep moving before the sun shows up!” The leader announced.
From the look of things, these men were scared of her and that had Adaora wondering. Was there something about her that they discovered? She panicked as she thought of cannibals. They had been stories of men that delighted in eating fair women.

This thought terrified her. It provoked the stubborn tears that had clung jealously to her lashes. Quietly, she sobbed as the men continued their journey towards the King’s palace.
She could taste her own blood in her mouth as it trickled from the place where her skull had been smashed. More tears gushed out from her eyes.

Why did she have to suffer this much? What offence had she committed against the gods? Adaora felt so much pain. At first she had thought that her life would follow a normal course after she had been placed in Chinedum’s household. But everything she had gotten used to, had been snatched away from her at that stream.

As she cried, she began to hum a sad song. It was a song that she always sang with her mother. Her swollen lips welcomed the melody of the folksong; the rhythm of the ancestral magic of Anyanwa.

While she sang, the dark clouds that had gathered as a result of the dibia’s ritual began to part. This was followed by a gentle breeze which rocked the tall walnut and oil bean trees that stood at the entrance of the land.

The guards became sensitive. Something horrible was coming.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 2
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 07, 2019, 03:33:33 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 2

“We must hurry!” The leader called out. They thought that the charm of the oracle was wearing off. But they failed to understand that the moon virgin’s powers couldn’t be stopped by anything. Even her tears were powerful enough to raise a dead child. Her voice was enticing, calling forth the elements of nature to fight on her side. Sadly, Adaora had no idea of the kind of power that she possessed. This was the reason the king of Amabara wanted her as wife.

She straightened on the bamboo bed when she noticed that the men were now running. Adaora’s heart skipped a beat. She ran her eyes over the new environment; she tried to make out the reason for their race but she couldn’t find any. Everything was in place. Everything was calm, except for the whistling of the angry wind. Just as the warriors took her past the dome of trees by the entrance of the kingdom, Adaora’s green eyes glowed with surprise.

“Ikele,” she whispered. She found a bush of special herbs which contained magical powers. The plants had light green stalks and purple flowers. Her mother had treated her patients with it.

Sadly, she couldn’t get hold of the plant. She was in bondage now and she didn’t know how long that her captivity would last. The Ikele herb was potent against evil charms. Anyone that could harness the magic of the plant would become resistant to deadly charms and diseases. A rueful smile played on her lips as she thought of her little friends. Evil spirits loved to attack little children…

“If only I could see them again,” she mumbled in a weak voice.

She slowly released the powerful breath that she had sucked in when she had heard the sound of a gong. It was accompanied with drumming and the tapping of feet upon the earth crust. The nauseating scent of fresh meat wafted into her nostrils and she felt like vomiting. She could also perceive the yeasty smell of newly tapped palm wine. There was a celebration here, but why?

The answers to her question came immediately her mind had asked.
“The moon virgin is here!” A voice that was loud enough to crack seven baskets of palm kernel thundered into the air. This announcement was followed by clapping and cheering of the few people that had gathered around the King’s palace.

The warriors acknowledged the powerful oracle with a bow of their heads.
“We have brought her back to Amabara as you instructed,” they bellowed all at once.
The man’s eyes darkened with pride. Again, he had proved his usefulness to the king. He expected a promotion, once the battle of the two kingdoms was won.

“Take her to the king at once! I shall join you all soon…”
Adaora had quickly lain back at the bed. She had pretended to be asleep, so she could hear more. Albeit she didn’t see the man’s face, she had a feeling that he wasn’t an honest person and she had pity on those that would put their trust in him.

Praises of the gods followed after the warriors as the moon virgin was being led towards the palace. Adaora forced her eyes closed as she now learned of the purpose of her kidnap. What did this king intend to do with her? How did she become this unlucky?

Eze Chiemelie had been patiently waiting in the largest hut in the palace for the arrival of his bride. Before now, the oracle had given a vivid description of what he was to expect. He had heard tales of her great beauty and he couldn’t wait to see her for himself. He paced the hut like a man who awaited a new born.

“Be at rest son for she is already here…” the queen mother’s lips curled with a fat smile. But the king wouldn’t stop pacing. He thought of the union with the moon virgin and how it would be a great spite to Ikemba. A sadistic laugh poured generously from his lips. Once he got married to Adaora and she was able to break the curse upon them with her powers, nothing could ever stand in his way anymore. Nothing at all! He would raid Ezeudo with his warriors. He would bring Ikemba’s crown to the dust and he would rule the two kingdoms with an iron fist.

“I know that you are afraid that something may have happened, but Igwekala cannot fail us. Can you not hear the cheers of the people? Can you not sense the joy that comes from the entrance of the palace?” The queen mother continued. She had always been by her son’s side in this fight and she would stand by him to the end.

Just then, one of the princesses of Amabara sauntered into the sacred hut. Uli was the eldest princess. She and her mother had never been on the same side. Right from time, she had been against the planned war with Ezeudo. Uli believed that the events of the past were best left there. She had often advised her brother the king, to find a way to please Ikemba who could find a way to life the curse. But her brother, the king, was a man of haughty spirit.

“I see that you two went through with your evil plans.” She announced her entrance with a heart wrenching sentence.
Chiemelie and his mother turned to face her.

“You should mind the way you talk to your brother. He is your king!” The queen mother cut in sharply.

Chiemelie said nothing, he wasn’t about to let his sister’s unruly behavior rub him of this joy. One of these days, he would betroth her to an old chief. Her absence would mean nothing to him.

“You both are treading a very dangerous path. I had a terrible dream of what is to come and I want to share it.” Uli sat upon a bronze stool gracefully. She ignored her mother’s angry eyes and continued.

“Why is everything about you negative? Why can’t you conceive a positive dream for your brother’s big day?” The woman gritted her teeth in annoyance. Sometimes she regretted having Uli as a daughter. She was different from the rest of her sister’s. She had never been in support of her brother’s policies since he assumed the office of the king.
Uli ignored her pained expression.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 3
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 07, 2019, 03:37:41 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 3

Chiemelie and his mother turned to face her.
“You should mind the way you talk to your brother. He is your king!” The queen mother cut in sharply.

Chiemelie said nothing, he wasn’t about to let his sister’s unruly behavior rub him of this joy. One of these days, he would betroth her to an old chief. Her absence would mean nothing to him.

“You both are treading a very dangerous path. I had a terrible dream of what is to come and I want to share it.” Uli sat upon a bronze stool gracefully. She ignored her mother’s angry eyes and continued.

“Why is everything about you negative? Why can’t you conceive a positive dream for your brother’s big day?” The woman gritted her teeth in annoyance. Sometimes she regretted having Uli as a daughter. She was different from the rest of her sister’s. She had never been in support of her brother’s policies since he assumed the office of the king.

Uli ignored her pained expression.
“The moon virgin doesn’t belong to us. She isn’t supposed to be here. She rightfully belongs to the king of Ezeudo, Ikemba Aguchi. It is only she that can bear him children. Her presence would only bring us more curses. Please, do not take this message lightly. You must release her.”

As expected, no one took her seriously.
“If you are done with your message of doom, you should leave!” Chiemele barked at her.
Uli rubbed her soft palms on her laps. She adjusted her waist beads and made to rise when she noticed the warriors coming towards the hut with the bamboo bed. She swallowed and rose gently to her feet. Like everyone else, they were all curious to see what the moon virgin looked like.

As the sun broke forth from the sky, Adaora noticed something strange in her. The throbbing of her head, the ache in her bones and all forms of bodily discomfort were gone. Quickly, she straightened on the bed and dared to look the sun in the eye. In that moment, thunder stuck and everyone in the palace fell to their face-everyone except the king and his mother.

Slowly, the guards lowered the bed until it touched the ground. As Adaora’s feet touched the sand of the Amabara’s earth, she felt stronger. She had a feeling that the gods had brought her to Amabara for a purpose.

The king’s eyes met with hers but she didn’t flinch this time. She felt bold like never before. She kept matching towards the large hut until she stood before him, face to face. It seemed the world had stopped at their feet. Adaora searched his eyes for the truth. When she finally sensed that her life wasn’t in any kind of danger, she lowered her gaze to his feet and bowed her head. She would find a way to escape soon. All she needed was to play along.

“You are more beautiful than what people say,” the king’s voice was husky with emotion.
Uli rose to her feet and smacked her hands together.

“It isn’t the beauty that matters. It is the fact that she would put us all into trouble. If her entrance comes with fiery thunder, what do you think her prolonged stay would cause?”

Princess Uli didn’t wait for her mother to answer. She clutched tightly to the brown cow tail that she usually carried, which signified her royalty and walked away from the hut; but not before Adaora stole a glance at her stern face and the dark birth-mark which ate a good portion of her back. Uli was a water child.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 4
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 07, 2019, 03:41:21 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 4

Though Oriaku was still hurt by the words of her husband, she made up her mind to forget all about him. Her duty was to the King and his mother. She needed to deliver Adaora into his hands for marriage.

A sad smile danced across her lips as she remembered the first night she had set eyes on Adaora. The slave girl had a good spirit and she would make a good wife for the king. Once she was done helping the King with a new wife, she would pack her things and leave Anosike for good. He was a terrible and inconsiderate man, the greatest mistake she had ever made in life. At least, she still had a hut in her father’s home and no one would chase her away.

“Are we there yet?” One of the guards asked gruffly.
“Very soon we shall get there,” Oriaku responded with zeal. As they neared Chinedum’s hut, she began to hum a song. It was a happy song, one that she hadn’t rendered in a long while. Just in time, Chinedum surfaced and it made everything perfect.

Adaora had been gone for too long and her master had become worried. He had tried to mask his anxiety by making small talk with Obiajulu’s aunt, but the woman had fallen asleep. He couldn’t blame her. She had come from a far place and her bones were sore from too much trekking. His slave was missing, so was his wife. What sane man wouldn’t be worried?

He had found a bowl of delicious yam pottage that Adaora had prepared for the children in the afternoon. He had fed them with it, now that they had fallen asleep with their aunt; Chinedum had decided to look for the two women.

The sight of Oriaku’s blossoming face in the company of Ikemba’s guards didn’t sit well with him. It was rare before the King’s men visited anyone. He hoped everything was fine.
“Oriaku, wife of the great farmer!” He got rid of the anxiety and welcomed a happy laugh.

Oriaku bowed her head, “May the gods bless you as you have truly recognized my position in Anosike’s life.” Her only wish was that Chinedum discovered the kind of wife that he married. As usual, she was roaming the village with Anosike committing outrageous acts instead of tending to her domestic calling.

Chinedum was a wise man. He read deep meaning into her words as she intended.
“I do not understand your words Oriaku; does anyone contend your position? Does Anosike plot for a new wife?”
The state of Oriaku’s marriage to Anosike was an open secret. The people of Ezeudo knew the farmer to be a hotheaded wife beater and this rubbed him of respect in some quarters.
Chinedum knew that Anosike was embittered because he had no sons and daughters. But he had managed to convince his friend to stick to Oriaku for she was a good woman. Chinedum had encouraged him to sacrifice to the gods and keep hope alive. If he must marry a second wife, it should be on Oriaku’s terms.

Oriaku shrugged, “I come entirely for another matter. I am afraid that there may not be enough time for proper explanation. Where is Adaora?” She waited patiently for an answer.
Chinedum was even more curious than before. Was she in some kind of trouble? Had she broken any law? Why did the Oriaku and Ikemba’s guards want to see Adaora?

“Why do you seek for her?” He searched Oriaku’s eyes.
Oriaku sighed and stole a glance at the frowning guards. It was obvious they were getting impatient but it would be wrong of her to demand Adaora’s presence without first informing Chinedum of the reason she was needed at the palace.

“The oracle has spoken a message about her. She comes from the land of Anyanwa…”
“That’s not possible. The land exists only in stories. The inhabitants are said to be cursed and full of dark magic which can only be fuelled by blood. Are you sure of what you are saying?” Chinedum stepped away from her. He found it difficult to believe her allegations against Adaora.

“At first, I reasoned like you. But a closer look to the rareness of her beauty would tell you that she isn’t just any beautiful woman. She combines the powers of the sun and moon deities. All the elemental spirits will be subject to her, once her union with the king comes to reality. It is only she that would bear the king children. Do you not want this for him?”

Chinedum was still lost. So many things had happened behind his back.
“May the gods forbid that I deny my own brother a chance at happiness. There is only one problem.” The master was about to tell Oriaku that Adaora had not yet returned to the stream, when a wailing Okeke rushed towards them with fresh cocoyam leaves. The leaves were meant to hide something and they all wondered what the wailing man had inside the leaves.

Oriaku adjusted her wrapper and hoped that Okeke’s drunkenness wouldn’t delay them further. What was this drama all about? She clenched her fists as if to punch the intoxication out of his brain. But as he drew nearer, they all realized that she wasn’t reeking of fermented palm wine or tobacco. He wasn’t drunk. He had come to deliver important information.

Like Oriaku, he had also found interest in Adaora, after discovering that she would soon become the king’s wife. He had hoped to get his slave back so he could demand for a large bride price. Okeke had gone to check on his palm trees when he had spotted Adaora following a lonely bush path to the stream.

He had decided to approach her and convince her to return to him, only to find six hefty warriors who had surrounded her. Okeke had quickly hidden himself in the bush for fear of being killed. The warriors had attacked Adaora and taken her away with them. Once he was certain they were gone, he had jumped out of the bush and gathered the remnants of her water pot.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 5
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 07, 2019, 03:45:00 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 5

Like Oriaku, he had also found interest in Adaora, after discovering that she would soon become the king’s wife. He had hoped to get his slave back so he could demand for a large bride price. Okeke had gone to check on his palm trees when he had spotted Adaora following a lonely bush path to the stream. He had decided to approach her and convince her to return to him, only to find six hefty warriors who had surrounded her.

Okeke had quickly hidden himself in the bush for fear of being killed. The warriors had attacked Adaora and taken her away with them. Once he was certain they were gone, he had jumped out of the bush and gathered the remnants of her water pot.

“Why are you wailing in the afternoon? What has happened?” Chinedum had never seen Okeke in this state.

Okeke’s knees weakened and he fell to the ground. Gently, he parted the cocoyam leaves and revealed the glazing pieces that had once made an expensive water pot.
Chinedum’s heart raced as he spotted blood stains on the remnants. It was obvious that Adaora was in trouble.

“Where is the moon virgin?” One of the king’s warriors fired.
“Some men appeared by the streamside and took her away.” Okeke sobbed.
“No, no, that cannot happen. The King’s hopes have been raised. I cannot disappoint him now.” Oriaku shook her head and stepped away from the men.

Chinedum gritted his teeth. He was lost. Why would foreign warriors take Adaora away?
“Could you recognize anything about them? Something we could use to identify them?” Chinedum asked.
Okeke wiped his eyes, there was one thing he had observed.

“They girded their loins with red pieces of cloths and they hung seven beads upon their necks. All my life, I have never seen such hefty and fierce looking warriors.”
Just then, Ikemba’s chief warriors called on his subordinates. They needed to check the stream, perhaps the kidnappers hadn’t gone too far.

“Don’t bother; it will be too late for that!” Chinedum called them back.
“Why?” The leader scowled.
“The warriors must be from Amabara. They wear red loin cloths and hang seven beads of vengeance upon their necks when they are up to some mischief. We must hurry to the palace and report to the king.”

Obiajulu had just finished her plans with Anosike. They would find an expert kidnapper who could get rid of Adaora at midnight. Satisfied with the plans, she had retired for her husband’s home only to meet Chinedum in the company of two people she hated; Oriaku and Okeke. They had worry plastered on their faces. Something was wrong. The first thought that crossed her heart was her children.

“What is wrong?” She clutched the basket she had carried to Anosike’s house tightly to her armpit. Oriaku eyed her bitterly and resisted the urge to hiss. Okeke looked away. Both were not deceived by her demeanor, she could only paint a good picture of herself to her naïve husband. It was not good for a man to love a woman like Obiajulu too much, for such women always trampled on genuine love.

“Adaora is in trouble; her life could be in danger. Hurry home and take care of the children, your aunt had come to visit.”

Obiajulu’s heart danced. First, she was pleased to hear the news of Adaora’s disappearance. It meant that the gods were working in her favor and she was destined to marry whoever would become king. Her heart missed a beat because she was scared of what Chinedum would think about her. She had once lied to him about travelling to see her aunt, Ifeyinwa. She didn’t want Chinedum to lose the trust he had for her.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2)
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 11, 2019, 12:39:53 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 6

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Obiajulu’s heart rejoiced as she stared after the group that headed towards the palace. She needed to inform Anosike about the latest development, there was no more need for them to get involved. Adaora had met her waterloo. It pleased Obiajulu to know that everything that had stood against her ambition to become the next queen was out.

“Although the slave is gone, the throne is still for the taking…” She caressed her chin as she pondered on this. She knew her husband quite well. She had shared a good portion of her life with this man, Chinedum. Her husband was a true man.

He was a man that could be taken by his word. Chinedum detested the idea of becoming king while Ikemba as alive. There was only one way for Obiajulu to become queen. She sighed as she thought about Anosike, her preferred man. Chinedum was good to her and the children, but she didn’t love him enough. What she felt for Anosike was strong and of the heart.

One person had to die from the plan that stirred within her. It wouldn’t be Chinedum yet. If only there was a way to get closer to the king.

She snapped her fingers after carefully planning her next act. She wouldn’t let Anosike into her plans just yet. But she would try to plant the desire to be king in him. He had prospect. He was a true ruler that would be feared by all in the land. Obiajulu decided to check on her children before joining the others at the palace. Showing up there could cause Ikemba to notice her more than a sister-in-law. She was a woman of great charm, all she needed was a little touch to her shiny black skin.

A wicked gleam filled her eyes as she turned around and marched towards her compound. Unknown to her, Ifeyinwa hadn’t been sleeping like Chinedum assumed. The older woman had been awakened by the noise from Oriaku’s wailing, after Okeke announced what he had seen at the streamside.

Though she couldn’t hear much, Obiajulu’s aunt could tell that someone was in trouble. She was about leaving the hut she shared with the children, when she noticed Obiajulu from the window. She observed that her niece had been murmuring to herself for quite a long time. Ifeyinwa didn’t like it at all. From the moment of her arrival, she had sensed a friction on Obiajulu’s relationship with Chinedum.

She vowed to fix things before she left.
With one deep breath, the fat woman rose to her feet and strolled outside. Obiajulu’s heart skipped as she came face to face with her aunt.
“Aunt?” She bit her lip recalling how she had lied to Chinedum.

Ifeyinwa on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice the guilt on the sinner’s face.
“Your mother, my sister, never thought you to lie. What is taking place in your home?”
Obiajulu’s eyes fell to the ground. She was afraid of staring Ifeyinwa in the face. She had never been comfortable around the older woman. When she was a child, she had heard stories of Ifeyinwa’s abilities to read people’s minds.

It was this gift that had fetched her much envy from the priesthood at the time. It was rumored that the priests and priestesses of the land had connived to kill her husband and make her barren. Ifeyinwa had been cursed from that day.

Some parts of the story were true, but Ifeyinwa couldn’t read minds. She had the gift of foretelling the future, but it only happened on certain full moon nights or when the sun was at its brightest. The part of her being accursed was true. Ifeyinwa knew this. A spell in her disfavor and dishonor had been carried out in the presence of the earth demons whose major aim was taking blood.

Those that had sealed her womb were dead. From the dreams she had and the signs she witnessed in her body, she only had seven moons left before she joined the order of the women who no longer saw their blood.
“I do not understand you…” Obiajulu sighed. The woman hadn’t stayed a long time but she was already getting weary of her company.
Ifeyinwa ignored her.

“I don’t know what problem that you have with your husband. But you cannot leave your children at home like this. Your slave left for the stream and hasn’t returned yet. Who watches over Adaugo and Ikenna when you are away?”
Obiajulu was irritated by this question. Many women out of envy considered her a bad mother. How could her own aunt criticize her?

“What is it you want in Ezeudo? What brought you here?” Obiajulu snapped at her, unable to control the rising anger in her veins.
Ifeyinwa laughed. She always knew that Obiajulu’s beauty was a cover for her extremely selfish nature. But she didn’t care.

“I don’t usually speak about my purpose or the reasons behind my action. If you must know, the gods have revealed a secret to me. I do not fully understand it yet. But I am destined to be delivered of the curse placed upon me many years back in Ezeudo. Secondly, I was shown a vision where royalty arose from this compound. I do not pay you a visit for the fun of it, or because I missed you. I have come to fulfill a purpose.”

Obiajulu didn’t care about the first part. Her aunt was old and haggard and could never be free from barrenness. About that part, Ifeyinwa had probably been hallucinating. It was the second revelation that touched her. Obiajulu’s heart fluttered as she listened. If royalty was in her husband’s compound, it meant that Chinedum was favored by the gods. He would be king!
“You must tell my husband about your vision!” Obiajulu tried to hide the excitement in her voice but the glow in her eyes betrayed her.

Ifeyinwa lowered her eyes to the ground and smiled.
“I cannot do that because I wasn’t asked to. I only came here to seek answers.”
Obiajulu laughed, “You can stay as long as you want. But you must tell me how Chinedum would ascend the throne. It is now revealed that I will be the next Queen of Ezeudo. My feet shall never touch the ground. My eyes shall never see commoners. My lips would drink from royal fountain.”

Ifeyinwa rolled her eyes as she listened to Obiajulu’s vain confessions.
“Where is your slave by the way?”
The mention of Adaora killed the excitement in her. The name of that slave increased the bile in her belly. Adaora was a threat to her, so was Oriaku. Now that the gods were on her side, she needed to find a way to eliminate them.
A bright idea popped into her mind.

Instead of asking Anosike to forget about the plan, I can manipulate him to get rid of his ugly wife so we can have our privacy! She thought.

“She was kidnapped by the streamside. My husband is looking into it.” Obiajulu dropped the swift answer before rushing into the adjoining hut.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 7
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 11, 2019, 12:45:07 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 7

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The time seemed to crawl at first, or maybe it was the fact that she was in a new environment. The king had refused to take his eyes off of her. Adaora felt sick as his perverted eyes raked her feminine body but she managed a smile. Being in Amabara wasn’t what she dreamt of. But she needed to comply else Chiemelie could kill her. She could read his aura properly now. Princess Uli was the only just royal but her mother, Efuru and her brothers, the King were black hearted.

Chiemiele had been in a meeting with his elders-in-council. The palace was a large hut and structured in a way that there was ample space. The moon virgin had been placed far away from the place of meeting, so he could watch her face while he conversed with his men.
“You have done well by bringing the daughter of the moon and sun to us!” The first elder praised. Amanze was a man of a few words, but he was particularly excited today. Like every indigene of Amabara, he had a deep hatred for the King of Ezeudo and all those who came from Ezeudo.

He had spoken the mind of the other elders. They were proud of their young King and vowed to continue their support.
“Thank you wise ones, I thank Igwekala most especially for standing on my side. We shall carry out the marriage ceremony as soon as possible. I cannot wait for the moon virgin to be mine!” He chuckled. The King’s laughter was like a ceremony, it invited more laughter.

Adaora stole a glance at the men once in a while. They were speaking in hushed tones, marked by secrecy and sacredness. Before them was a huge calabash of kolanuts, dry alligator pepper and bitter kola. They were talking about her. She wondered why the gods couldn’t save her from this predicament. Her heart didn’t belong here, it belonged somewhere else…

Just then, the face of the handsome stranger appeared in her mind but she couldn’t think about him now. Coming to Amabara was for a reason and she would discover it. Tired of being ogled, Adaora dared the king and rose to her feet. She marched fearlessly towards the opening that served as both entrance and exit. At first, the guards meant to block her way, but when they exchanged glances with the king and recalled the lightning that had struck when Adaora was brought to the palace; they quickly gave way to her.

“Thank you my King,” she quickly bowed before stepping out.
“May I be your guide?” One of the warriors rushed to her side.
“No, I prefer to be on my own. I will not run away if that’s what you think.” She returned.
The first person she encountered was Princess Uli. At first, Uli wanted to ignore the moon virgin; she’d wanted to avoid her at all cost but her conscience wouldn’t let her.

“You shouldn’t be here. If you could show such power out there, why can’t you vanish back to Ezeudo?” Uli fired at Adaora.
Adaora smiled, “I haven’t done anything to offend you. Why are you so uncomfortable around me?”

Uli had no words. But she had something else to show Adaora.
“I do not know you, but my I worship the gods in truth and in spirit. I have been told that you are the true moon virgin, but you cannot stay here for long.”
“What do you mean by, ‘you are the true moon virgin?’ Have there be others before me?” Adaora raised a brow.

Uli searched the surrounding, hoping no one was listening.
“If my brother finds out that I have shared this secret with you, he will kill me. Come, let me show you that there have been many others before you and they all died a gruesome death.”
Adaora felt reluctant to follow the princess. She still hadn’t figured out the purpose of her presence in Amabara. She didn’t want to get into trouble with the King. Uli sensed her hesitation.

“I will not harm you and this isn’t a trap. I just want you to find your way back to Ezeudo and tell Ikemba of what my brother is planning.” Without Adaora’s permission, Uli grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the most secret place of the palace.

Chiemelie had envied Ikemba for a long time. Ezeudo was a lna dof prosperity while Amabara only existed in past glory. For many years, his father had tried to oust Ikemba’s father from the throne, but the battle had never been won. Chiemelie had dedicated his life to finding a way to kill Ikemba and take over Ezeudo. The oracle had revealed that the only way for that to happen was through the moon virgin. This had started a fire of desperation and eagerness in him.

Adaora’s belly was trapped in nausea as they neared a pit. Dark red stains mixed with loamy earth. Flies perched on the markings on the ground that resembled bloodstains. Flies built themselves an empire around the pit. A stench of terrible rot and dirty filled the air. When the moon virgin couldn’t hold it any longer, she pulled in a deep breath and spat some mucus on the ground. She noticed that the princess didn’t seem affected by this decaying stench.

“What is this place?” Adaora bit her lip and searched around. They were far from the palace. This area was surrounded by ancient looking walnut trees that formed a thick canopy with their leaves. It was cold and dark. It resembled a dome of demons, like in the stories that her mother had once told her.

Uli flapped the cow whip in her hand over her face to chase the flies away.
“My brother’s torture house…come,” Uli stepped closer to the deep pit.
Adaora shook her head, “I will not come any closer unless you tell me what this place is. Why did you bring me here?”

Uli licked her lips and stared at the bodies trapped in the pit.
“I know he is my brother and I am supposed to be loyal. But I cannot seal my conscience with iron. I am a child of truth and that is the reason I am hated by my mother. The King is evil in all his ways and he will not spare you if you fail in your mission…”

“What mission?” Adaora searched Uli’s eyes. When Uli refused to speak, she had no choice but to cover the distance between herself and the pit. She prayed to the gods of the moon and sun until she reached it. A wave of dizziness hit her head as she stared at the melting dead bodies. Though she didn’t recognize them, she could tell that the majority of bodies in the pit were women because of the hundreds of beads she saw. If their skulls weren’t split apart, their limbs were dismembered from the other parts of their body.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 8
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 11, 2019, 12:49:14 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 8

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Adaora froze. She couldn’t breathe. She had never seen anything to horrifying in all her years on earth. Even though her village had been raided, the slave traders had respected the dead bodies.

“How can I get this out of my mind? What did they do that deserved this cruel death?” Adaora clenched her nostrils with her fingers and stepped away.
Uli smiled. This was the opportunity that she had been waiting for.

“The people of Ezeudo and Amabara have always been one. But there was a great betrayal and this caused them to split. The people of Amabara and the land itself is cursed. This is the reason that we do not drink from our numerous rivers. It is the reason that fishes fail to thrive. Our farm lands are not productive. So we survive in slave trading…we take people from other lands and trade them. This curse can only be broken by your marriage to my brother…”
Adaora didn’t react. Uli hadn’t answered her question.

“Who are these people and why were they killed?” She pressed on.
Uli blinked the tears in her eyes away.
“For many years, my brother sent his men to search after the true moon virgin, the goddess of the sun and moon that would release us from the curse. Many of those girls were simply possessed by water and forest spirits. They had no power to set us free. He needed to kill each of them so he could marry the next one…He also killed the elders that stood in his way and my mother assisted him.”

Adaora felt sick. Fear welled up in her gut. Blood rushed in her veins. Blood pumped in her ears. She found it difficult to believe that a man like Chiemiele could do something like that because he had been so nice to her. But she brushed her thoughts aside, if he was such a nice king, why did he send his men after her?
“Are you saying that I will marry your brother?”

“Yes. You will marry him. It is your blood that would break the curse. You are to be sacrificed and thrown in this pit. Your death would be the last sacrifice. After a ritual of mourning for seven market days, the pit will be covered and the land would be free again.”

“No, no…that cannot be…” Adaora stepped away from Uli.

“I know it is difficult for you to believe, but you must find a way of escape. My brother doesn’t care about anyone but himself. Do not be fooled by his charms.”

Unknown to the women, they were being watched. Efuru, the queen mother had eyes and ears in the palace. The spy crawled back to the palace to reveal her discovery.

“But the gods brought me here for a purpose. I will not leave until I find that purpose…”
Uli was appalled by Adaora’s stubbornness.
“Suit yourself then. But I will not shed a tear for you when you end in that pit.” Just as Uli was about to walk away, darkness covered her mind and she was immediately plunged into the spiritual realm. A golden dagger floated midair. Her mind’s eye regarded the dagger in a confused manner. She had never seen this knife before. Why had the spirits shown it to her?
“Uli?” Adaora called her gently.

When she heard her name in the physical, the vision disappeared and she was brought back to reality.

“Are you alright?” Adaora noticed the confused look in her eyes.
“Yes I am,” Uli whispered.
As they both returned to the palace, Uli couldn’t stop thinking about the golden dagger. What was that vision about?

Ikemba had called his chiefs to gather while they waited for Adaora to be presented to him. From the prophecy, she was the woman in his dreams. And by the gods, she was a very attractive woman. He couldn’t wait to set eyes on the woman that would break the curse that make him a mockery among men. He leaned against his iron throne and placed his legs on a little footstool.

While the chiefs engaged in a discussion about the king’s upcoming marriage to the special woman, all he could think of was her lovely face. How could he be so connected to someone that he had never seen before? He closed his eyes and was about to fantasize about her when the sound of wailing drew everyone’s attention away from Adaora to the direction of the wail.
It was the queen’s mother that reacted first. She rose to her feet and peered towards the entrance of the palace.

“It is Oriaku’s voice that I hear. She comes with your cousin, Chinedum.”
Without waste of time, the King rose from his throne and stepped outside the large hut with his guards closely behind him.
Chinedum, Oriaku and Okeke all bowed before the King.
“What happened? Where is my son’s wife?” The queen mother asked.

Ikemba ran his eyes over their faces carefully. His eyes touched with Chinedum’s, Oriaku’s, Okeke’s and his guards. He didn’t need the oracle of the gods to tell him that something had terribly gone wrong. He held his breath and controlled his emotions like he was supposed to. A king was a god. A king had no tears to shed.

Oriaku’s lips jittered as she sobbed. She blamed herself for Adaora’s predicament. If she had allowed the slave girl to live with her, maybe she wouldn’t have been kidnapped.
“I am so sorry my King, please forgive me.” She fell at his feet.
Ikemba didn’t move. He asked no questions.

“Chinedum…” He called his cousin calmly. He couldn’t let his voice betray him. He was terribly afraid of what could happen to Adaora. He knew it was weird to feel this way about someone that he had never seen, nevertheless he cared for her.
Okeke stepped forward and threw the pieces of the broken pot before the King. Ikemba’s hawk-like dark eyes gazed over the pieces, he couldn’t help but notice the blood stains.
“What happened to her?” He faced his cousin.

Chinedum felt horrible. He could see how disappointed the King was.
“Adaora went to the stream to fetch water. Okeke here had been around the stream as well. According to his account, she has been kidnapped by men in strainge loin apparels. From his description…”
Chinedum had not yet completed his narration when a fierce female voice joined.
“From his description, the men are warriors from Amabara.”

The voice was followed by jingly sounds which came from the shells and udala seeds attached to the staff of the oracle. The mouthpiece of the gods had arrived the palace with a sudden message. All eyes turned on her when she said this.
“Amabara?” Ikemba’s heart skipped.

He knew that Chiemelie hated him with a fierce rancor. Their fathers had never been friends. Ikemba was aware of the rift between the two kingdoms. It terrified him to know that Adaora was now at the mercy of Chiemelie.
“We must get her back!” Ikemba thundered.

“Yes, we have to…” Chinedum supported his decision.
The elders were quiet and so was his mother.
“No, we must not interfere with the ruling of the gods…” The oracle said.
The King’s brows rose up in question.
“Do the gods will us evil instead of good?”

“The gods will do what they please. She has gone to Amabara for a reason. Chiemelie is more dangerous than you see. He is more powerful than you are. He will win this battle through the blood of the virgin and the dagger of Ituri, the goddess of the moon.”
When they all heard this, their faces paled, for they had always considered Chiemelie a weak man.

“He has sold his soul to demon gods and he sates their appetite with blood. The moon virgin’s life will be taken for him to gain more powers.”
“I am tired of your negative prophecies. Show me something positive!” The King snapped at the priestess.

She dared to smile, “Your destinies are entwined. You and Adaora are meant to be but you are both cursed. It is only you that can help her. It is only she that will help you…”
Ikemba bit his lip angrily. Why couldn’t she go straight to the point?
“How do I rescue her and conquer Chiemelie?”

The oracle stopped laughing and began to read the stars in the sky. When she was done communing with the sky spirits, she lowered her eyes to the earth crust and observed. Her lips moved in sacred communication. Quickly, she dug a hand into her pocket and cast seven cowries upon the ground.

“You!” She pointed at Chinedum.
“You have a traitor in your bosom! But the gods shall reward you with someone loyal, only be patient and wise.”
Her eyes were filled with pity as she stared at Oriaku, for her end was near.
She packed the cowries and held them at the King’s face.

“You must find the dagger of the moon goddess before Chiemelie gets to it. He already has the moon virgin. With her blood and the knife, he will create a dark spell that would plunge Ezeudo into darkness and for the release of Amabara. With this dagger dipped into Adaora’s blood, you will be rendered powerless.”

Ikemba clenched his teeth, “What is this dagger and how do I find it?”
The oracle laughed, “Once there was a time that the gods walked upon the earth. The goddess of the moon, Ituri, had chosen to inhabit these paths with Idemili, the river god. When humans became much and grew to wise, the gods began their ascent and descent to the godly places. Ituri left her golden dagger behind. It is only the moon virgin that will lead you to the dagger…this is the reason that Chiemelie had searched desperately for her.”

“Does it mean that he knows the location of the dagger?” Chinedum asked.
The oracle swirled round and turned her back to them.
“If he knew, he wouldn’t need the moon virgin. And I wouldn’t be here.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 9
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 11, 2019, 12:53:12 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 9

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The king’s palace seemed like a graveyard after the oracle had walked away; each man to his own thought. Ikemba’s face no longer mirrored disappointment but great confusion and fear for he hadn’t known that Chiemelie’s hatred for him was this profound.

The King tightened his fingers around the ofo, he paced the entrance of the large hut for some moments. He needed to proceed carefully. Already, Chiemelie had the woman he was to marry and her blood was precious. He wasn’t just bothered about Adaora’s safety because she was the moon virgin. No, he was reminded of the words of the old woman that he had seen in his dream.

Oriaku placed her hands on her head. This matter had spiraled out of control.
“The gods are truly wise. Adaora was brought to us for a purpose,” she whispered.
Okeke carefully gathered the pieces of the broken pot and walked away from the palace. He felt disappointed that Adaora wasn’t around. He had hoped to take back his slave for some cowries from the king. He was glad that she was alive and well. Whenever she was rescued from Amabara, he would find a way to get his slave back. For now, he would stop drinking and continue listening to the wind. Who knew what he would hear next?

“What do you plan to do?” Chinedum moved closer to his cousin. Though the two weren’t too close, Chinedum loved his cousin with his life and he had great respect for him. Ikemba’s childlessness had also been his problem. In fact, one of the women, the seventh wife had been Chinedum’s recommendation. When Ikemba looked up, Chinedum could spot worry in his eyes.
Ikemba relaxed when he heard his cousin’s voice.

“Brother, I don’t know…” He whispered.
Sensing that the King was about to discuss in details with the visitors, the Queen mother grabbed Oriaku’s hands and they walked away. The elders-in-council bowed their heads and dispersed. Chinedum and Ikemba were now alone. The King’s heart was troubled and he needed to share his burden.

The men returned to the hut and took their seats. When Ikemba was fully settled, he turned towards Chinedum.
“Tell me about her, Adaora I mean.”
Chinedum was surprised. He had expected the King to come up with a strategy on how to get her back, instead of making enquiries.

“I know what you must think of me, but I will get her on my blood. I have not offended Chiemiele and Amabara, the gods are on our side. I will not sorrow for the moon virgin for she has been promised to me for a long time.”

Chinedum was confused, “I do not understand brother. Have you met her before she became my slave?”
Ikemba leaned against his chair and let out a roar of powerful laughter. Though he had never set eyes on Adaora physically, he had seen her many times in his dreams and visions. He was certain that she also saw him.

“In my dreams, the gods have revealed her to me. We are bound by destiny’s strong chord.”
Chinedum smiled. He knew that Ikemba was a good man and would become the perfect husband for Adaora. He cherished his slave and he loved her ways. Adaora’s heart was pure and her spirit was kind. He felt sad knowing that his children, Adaugo and Ikenna would ask him many questions about her. He needed to come up with the perfect lie to make them forget her.

“She is extremely beautiful. Her eyes are the herbs that swim under the stream. Her skin is yellow like the morning sun. Her body is supple yet full of strength. She has a humble spirit and an accommodating smile.”
Ikemba culd visualize this beauty as Chinedum described. He was truly lucky to have been chosen by the gods for this.

“I hope you treated her well…” Ikemba trusted his cousin, but he still needed to be sure. It wasn’t a secret that Chinedum loved Obiajulu greatly, so the King was certain that his cousin had no interest in Adaora.

Chinedum couldn’t answer that question immediately. He treated Adaora like a human being and he never saw her as a slave. It was his wife, Obiajulu that had treated her with disdain. He was ashamed of her actions towards the moon virgin. What if Adaora had decided to use her powers against his family? Who would have survived?

“I tried my best to make her feel at home. She warmed up to the children who saw her as a second mother. I just wished she never went to that stream…” he sighed.
Listening to Chinedum made Ikemba feel better. He could now talk of his plans.
“You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself. There are many things that would spiral out of control in this life, it is our attitude towards the problems the gods throw at our feet that matters. I am sure that wasn’t her first time of visiting the stream.”

Chinedum shrugged, “You are truly blessed with wisdom. It wasn’t her first time of visiting the stream. The gods just allowed it to happen.”
The duo fell silent for a moment. Ikemba’s greatest fear was Chiemelie defiling his wife to be. He wouldn’t forgive himself if anything bad happened to her. He needed to move fast.

“We have to send a spy to Amabara. Chiemelie is no fool. He knows how important Adaora is to me. Without her, I may never have a child. But the gods decided to bless me with one through her. He will be waiting for us. He would lay a snare for our feet, we must defeat him.”
Chinedum loved this idea. Ikemba was a strategist. If they sent their warriors to fight, it would complicate the situation. Sending an unknown person was the best.

“You must never speak of this plan to anyone, not even your wife!” Ikemba commanded.
Chinedum bowed his head in obedience.
“Now that I have come up with a plan, we need a trustworthy person to send to Amabara.” The King caressed his chin. He would’ve gone himself to rescue Adaora, but he knew the gods wouldn’t like it. His people wouldn’t sanction such a movement.

“Who will go for us? Whom shall we send?” He muttered in confusion. Spying was a horrible mission. Anyone discovered by Chiemiele would be put to death. He needed someone who would be willing to sacrifice his life.

Chinedum watched the features of the king. He knew Ikemba was worried knowing how dangerous this plan was. He couldn’t think of anyone in Ezeudo that would be willing to take such a sacrifice. Granted, the people loved their king, but he doubted their loved reached a level they could die for him. This plan was a secret and the royal guards couldn’t be let in.
“I will go for us. You must send me.” Chinedum blurted out.

Ikemba guffawed, “You’re joking right?” He stopped laughing when he noticed that Chinedum’s face was stern.
“No, no, no. I cannot send you. You are next in line to the throne if something should happen to me. This throne must never leave our name. I will not send you.”
Chinedum wasn’t deterred by Ikemba’s gruff voice. He had a plan that would lower the risk of being caught. If Ikemba accepted his offer, he would play his part well.

“You cannot deny me of this request. The woman that is being held against her will is my slave. I will be obeying one of the laws of the land which states thus:

‘It is the duty of a slave owner to take good care of his slaves, lest he incur the wrath of the gods.’ You are an honorable man and you will obey the laws of the land.”
When Ikemba heard this, he knew that he was hooked.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 10
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 11, 2019, 12:57:25 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 10

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“This is a dangerous task! You have two little children and a wife at home. I will not share in your death. I do not want you to go!” He expressed his dissatisfaction but Chinedum had nothing to fear.

He pulled in a deep breath, “Obiajulu has an aunt who came to visit. I will encourage the woman to stay more. She will keep them company.”
“I haven’t accepted your offer.” The King rose to his feet and walked out of the palace.

“You have two days to give me an answer!” Chinedum refused to back down. He didn’t know what inspired this strength in him. But he was determined to help the King and Adaora in the little way he could. If that led to his death, he had nothing to lose by trying to fight for Ezeudo. Obiajulu was still very young and she could remarry and bear more sons. Besides, he planned to hand her to Anosike to marry if his life was in danger.
When he stepped out of the hut, he found Oriaku. Her eyes were reddish and swollen.
“Why is your face sad?” Chinedum asked.

“How could you ask me that? Did you not hear the words of the oracle? My time on earth is short. I do not know what I have done to offend the gods. They refused to bless me with children and now they seek to take my life.” She sobbed.

Just then, Chinedum remembered the words of the oracle concerning him. He pondered on it briefly and decided to let it slide. Oracles had a way of instilling fear in people, so he decided not to worry. But he would be more careful.
“You must wipe your tears. Pray to the gods for mercy.”

Anosike had fallen asleep. The pain from Oriaku’s attack was still fresh. He was briefly awoken by the knock on his door.
“Who is that?” He searched the thick darkness.

The visitor didn’t waste time; she pushed the door open and quickly shut the door behind her. When Obiajulu realized how dark the room was, she located the little window and pushed it open. When her eyes met with Anosike’s eyes, she realized that he was afraid.
“You terrified me!” He screamed.
“You thought I was a killer eh?” She laughed.

She sat at the edge of the bamboo bed and began to caress his chest.
“You look excited, what good news do you bring?” He waited.
Obiajulu had never been this happy. First, her enemy had been kidnapped. The last thing that stood between her and the throne of Ezeudo was taken away. She didn’t answer, she continued drawing invisible circles on his chest.

“Can you guess?” She chuckled. Anosike’s spirit lightened at the sound of her laughter. He wished he could listen to this laughter for the rest of his life. But something had changed in him after Okeke’s visit. He knew their love relationship was abominable and perhaps it was time to tone things down.
“Why don’t you go ahead and tell me? If I was strong, I would’ve guessed.” He returned her smile.

She cleared her throat and straightened.
“The slave girl is out of our way. From the story that I heard, she has been kidnapped by the warriors of Amabara. The gods have shown themselves to me. It is clear that I am destined for the throne, I don’t know how it will happen but you must work with me.”
Everything she said came as a surprise to him, but he kept his shock under control.

“What is your next plan?” He wondered how Obiajulu could be destined for the throne. Ezeudo’s last female ruler existed a hundred years ago and she had been put to death by stoning for defiling the land with her immoral ways.

Obiajulu knew this part would be hard for Anosike. She rose to her feet and turned her back against him. She caressed the knife which she had safely hidden under her wrapper.
“I love you deeply Anosike and I am sure you love me with the same measure. However, there are many things that stand in our way. We cannot continue to love each other this way.

I know that Oriaku is your wife, but she will always be a thorn in our flesh. Already she knows our secret. It is for that reason that she attacked you with a club. Why don’t we end her for good?”
She kept her eyes on the wall as she spoke.
Anosike’s ears fluttered.

“End her for good? How?” He hoped Obiajulu wasn’t proposing that he murder he wife. His love for Oriaku had grown cold, but that didn’t give him right to murder her. The highest he could do was divorce her.
Obiajulu tightened her grip around the dagger. Why was he hesitant? Didn’t he love her anymore?

“Don’t ask questions like a child, Anosike. You know what I mean. If you truly love me, Oriaku must go.” She turned around and searched his eyes. She felt relaxed when she noticed that Anosike still loved her.
Anosike was tongue tied. He couldn’t choose because it was difficult. He was madly in love with Obiajulu. He could do anything for her, but he couldn’t kill Oriaku.

“Ask of anything else and I will be swift to do it.” He pleaded.
Obiajulu scoffed. She had come prepared.
“I had a feeling that you will be a coward but I know what is best for us.” Without wasting time, she moved towards Anosike and dropped a kiss on his forehead after which she pulled out the knife from her wrapper.

“What do you want to do with that?” He pulled his lips from her.

Obiajulu didn’t answer. Her lips curled into a smile. Her eyes were suddenly filled with darkness. Blood rushed in her veins as she heard approaching footsteps and a voice which sung to the evening birds…Oriaku had come home.
“Something that you are not man enough to do.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 11
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 20, 2019, 03:53:49 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 11

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Anosike wasn’t comfortable with the tone of Obiajulu’s voice. There was something dark and sinister about her voice; like she had been possessed by a very bad spirit. He wished he could rise to his feet and drag her out of the house, but Oriaku’s beatings had made him incapacitated. Anosike pulled in a deep breath and tried to calm himself. By now, Oriaku’s humming was drawing closer and he knew she was in danger.

“Obiajulu! I warn you…” He gritted his teeth. But Chinedum’s wife wasn’t in the mood to indulge a weak man. Her eyes were set on the throne and no one could stand in the way of her victory. Her plans had already been designed and she wouldn’t leave any stone unturned. She had waited for a long time to exact revenge on Oriaku. Yes, revenge. Oriaku had insulted and humiliated her enough, it was time to teach her a lesson.
Obiajulu scoffed, “I know you do not love your wife. Let me do you a favor and put your misery away. There is no need to pretend with me. I am the only woman who can ever love you the way that you want…” she winked.

Oriaku had reached the doorpost at this moment. The good woman clipped her tongue and leaned closer to the door. It seemed like she had heard her husband’s voice. Who could Anosike be talking to? After a while of listening, she decided her mind was playing tricks on her. Unknown to Oriaku, Obiajulu had sensed her arrival and had hidden in a strategic place.
She gently pushed the door open and stepped in.

“How do you do my husband?” Oriaku smiled, feeling a bit remorseful for what she had done to Anosike.

Anosike found it difficult to speak. Fear rose up in his belly as he searched her happy face. He didn’t love Oriaku but he didn’t want her death either.

“How do you expect me to be?” He pretended to be angry with her, hoping that Obiajulu would have a change of mind.
Oriaku wasn’t surprised by the grumpiness of his tone. She neared the bed and was about pushing open the window, when she felt a sharp pain in her back. Before she could tell what was happening, warm liquid trickled down her lower back to her buttocks. It was then that she realized someone had attacked her from behind.
Oriaku lost her balance. Pain shot through her. She bit her lips trying to numb it, but the knife only went deeper.

“You shall die Oriaku! Now that I have gotten rid of you, I and Anosike would be free to express our love.” Obiajulu’s eyes glowed in the thick darkness.

“No!” Anosike screamed but it was too late for the knife had touched one of the most delicate places in the human body.
Oriaku staggered and faced Obiajulu, still with the knife on her back.

“Obiajulu…” she called in a weak voice, before her knees sank into the ground.

“In your next life, you will fear someone with that name.” Obiajulu answered. She quickly pulled out her knife and wiped the droplets of blood on Oriaku’s arm. She felt a blood rush of excitement as she stared at the dead body. Her plans to become queen had quickly been set in motion.
Anosike groaned in pains; pain for his dead wife but he couldn’t do much about it.

“I know you are scared but I can handle this. I will make her body go away and you will cook up some story about her disappearance. For the next four days, we shall not see each other.” Obiajulu sat on the edge of the bed and dropped a kiss on Anosike’s face. He didn’t respond. He wasn’t in the mood. She sensed his anger towards her and quickly pushed him away. She rose to her feet and marched towards the window. She pushed it open and welcomed the weak stream of reddish sunlight. In no time, night would set upon the earth.
Satisfied that the day was ending, she turned towards him.

“Where do you keep the mats in this compound?”
Time passed before Anosike replied. He was terribly annoyed with Obiajulu. How could she go ahead with a plan without consulting him? Did she think he was a puppet like her husband? He loved her, no doubt. But he couldn’t continue his love relationship with her. Slowly, he was beginning to see the reason why Oriaku had warned him about her, but he was too scared to talk. Obiajulu could decide to plunge that knife into his body and no one would know. He decided to play along with her, but he planned to avenge the death of Oriaku.

“What do you need the mats for?” He asked in a calm voice.

“Don’t be a fool Anosike. I have already done the first part for you. This part is supposed to be yours, but I am willing to conceal the body. Don’t make it harder for me by asking stupid questions.”
He felt insulted by the harsh words she spoke with. How on earth had he ever fallen in love with such a vile woman who didn’t know her place?

“You must check the kitchen area. Oriaku…” he almost choked on his dead wife’s name.

“Oriaku usually kept the mats there.”

Obiajulu wasn’t a fool. She had a feeling that Anosike was aggrieved at her act.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but you should show me a little gratitude. Everything that I do is for our good. I shall reveal more of my plans to you. Do not pretend that Oriaku’s death doesn’t make you happy.”
She walked briskly out of the hut towards the kitchen area. She trusted Anosike, Obiajulu knew he couldn’t tell anyone what she had done. This will only make their love stronger.
She needed to hurry so she could return home and be with her husband and children. She couldn’t wait to tell Chinedum all about her Aunt’s vision. She was giving him the last chance to decide if he would take the throne from his barren cousin, Ikemba.
The thought of travelling in disguise to Amabara consumed Chinedum’s thoughts. He couldn’t wait to go on a journey that would serve all the dwellers of Ezeudo. It was a difficult task but he was willing to try. He had given Ikemba two days to decide and he hoped the answer would be positive. Adaora had done well for his children, and he was pleased with her. It was on the account of his family that she had gotten kidnapped. Perhaps, if she had not gone to the stream to fetch water, she would’ve still been in safety.
He dismissed the thoughts and decided to ponder on something else. He couldn’t tell Obiajulu about his plans because it was meant to be a secret he shared with the king. He couldn’t share a lot with her. As he neared the house, he remembered the warning of the oracle; there was a traitor in his home and he needed to be careful. Though the traitor wasn’t named, he trusted his wife a lot. He had a feeling that Ifeyinwa was the one, but he had known her for many years. She had never given him a reason to distrust her. He would tread carefully concerning this matter.
He noticed that Ifeyinwa was outside with his children.
“Has Obiajulu not returned?” He asked.
The older woman shook her head.
“She dropped by earlier and left almost immediately. I shared the news of the missing slave with her, maybe she had gone out in search.” Ifeyinwa thought this explanation was valid for Obiajulu’s behavior. She had a feeling that her niece was up to something sneaky, but she couldn’t put a finger around it.

When Chinedum heard this, he relaxed. But he didn’t believe Obiajulu could go out of her way to do anything for anyone. The wife he knew had a strong weakness, she could be very selfish at times. He smiled at his children and hugged them. Thankfully, they had something to eat because of their aunt.
“I will be inside the room should you need anything of me.” Chinedum announced.
“I prepared roast yam and fish sauce. Would you like to eat?” Ifeyinwa called after him.
“I am not hungry tonight. Many things trouble my mind,” Chinedum sighed and safely closed the door behind him.
Shortly after, Obiajulu returned. She had hidden Oriaku’s body successfully and no one would ever trace the disappearance of Anosike’s wife to her. She hummed a fine tune as she neared the compound. When Adaugo and Ikenna heard her voice, the children quickly rushed into their mother’s arms.
“I know you have missed me terribly. I have missed you too.”
When she was through with bonding with her children, she greeted her aunt and proceeded into the house. She was shocked to see Chinedum.
“My husband!” Her voice almost betrayed her.
“Where have you been Obiajulu? How do you leave your children in an empty house?” Chinedum wasn’t too happy with her and she knew this.

She had a lot to share with her husband. But first, she had to find a way to make him happy. Obiajulu made sure to use her seductive charms this time… she untied the knot that kept her wrapper pieces together. When the fabrics came off, Chinedum found it difficult to concentrate. He rose to his feet and clung tightly to her body. He thought she smelt clean and lovely; but he failed to catch the scent of Oriaku’s blood that was thickly smeared over her body.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 12
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 20, 2019, 03:58:37 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 12

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Time had passed and Adaora could feel it. The gods hadn’t spoken to her again and this got her worried. The King’s palace was the last place that she wished to be. Images of the dead maidens haunted her each night. She found it difficult to sleep after princess Uli had led her to the deadly dome. If Chiemelie had the guts to slaughter women without conscience, it was obvious that she wasn’t safe.
As Adaora paced the mud house where she had been kept, she couldn’t help but wonder aloud. The room she was placed in was befitting of a regal. The walls were polished with new clay; the floors were adorned with shells of periwinkles and snails. Artistic designs made from cowpea blood and charcoal marked the walls and the floor. The bamboo bed which had been provided for her was very large and strong. As Adaora observed the excellent furnishing, she briefly remembered her life as a slave.
Close to the bed lay a huge wooden box. The King had filled it with different costumes and expensive beads. It was obvious that he desperately wanted her attention. But Adaora couldn’t forget her purpose. She covered her face in her palms and bowed her head.
“Why did you bring me here? You have given me powers of the moon and sun, why can’t you help me to harness it and set the people free from this cursed king?” She grumbled.
Everyone in Amabara was afraid of Chiemelie. The only person who didn’t cower before him was his sister, Uli and Adaora feared for her safety. She waited for an answer from the gods. She desired a vision, a voice or a dream, but she got none. She was about asking another question when the door to her room fell open and she rose to her feet. Whoever had come in without knocking was definitely not a serving girl. It had to be someone from the royal family.

When she peered towards the door, she saw that it was Uli.
“My princess,” Adaora cast the worries aside and welcomed her with a smile.
Uli was looking exceptionally beautiful in a blue wrapper piece. Her slender neck was adorned with pink clay markings a one black bead.
“My Queen,” Uli bowed her head.
Adaora laughed, “You don’t have to call me that. We both know that I am not marrying your brother. At least, I don’t want to.”
Uli flashed a smile, “I know that you are destined for a king. You have a queenly nature.”
Adaora thanked her for the compliment and offered her a seat on her bed. Princess Uli eyed the room with a smile before settling.
“I hope you love this room.”
“I do. It is very beautiful.”
Adaora knew the princess had come to discuss something important with her. it definitely wasn’t about the state of her room; it was something more. Adaora guessed it could be another secret.
Uli had dreamt of her future. She was very good with dreams as the spirits of the water showed themselves to her because of her kind nature. This time, she found it difficult to understand her dream, so she had come to share it with Adaora.
“I had a dream last night…” she looked away from Adaora shyly.
“Tell me about it,” Adaora nodded.
“I embraced a stranger under a tall udara tree. His eyes were dark and sad but I was able to comfort him. From the way he was dressed, he isn’t a man from this land. I do not know what to make of my dream.”
Adaora’s brows lifted as she regarded the princess’ face.
“This is good news indeed! Are you in love with any stranger?”
“I have never been in love with any man. I detest the way my brother behaves and treats women. A lot of men in Amabara are cruel to their wives so I never desired to be married.”
While she said this, Adaora stifled a laugh. The princess was simply afraid of being mistreated by the one who claimed to love her. Adaora gently grabbed her hands and stared into her eyes.
“You do not have to be afraid, princess. What the gods have destined for you shall come to pass.”
Uli felt a wave of relief when she heard these words. She was happy that someone finally understood her.
“One more thing…” Uli raised a finger into the air. Adaora waited.
“In the dream, he came into Amabara like a thief. I don’t know what to make out of that. I do not want to end up with a thief.”
Adaora explained to the princess that dreams weren’t always as they were given.
“He isn’t a thief but he may not spend a long time in Amabara. You must keep your eyes on the ground to recognize this man. I have a feeling that the gods are about to reward you with a very good man.”
When Adaora later escorted Uli out of her hut, they both noticed an influx of youths into the palace.
“What is happening?” Adaora was curious.
“I don’t know. Chiemelie and his mother are up to something mischievous.” Uli quickened her steps as she walked towards her the palace while Adaora decided to hang around. When she stepped in, her eyes met with Chiemelie who quickly looked away.
Uli noticed a bronze box in the middle of the palace and a bleeding human head upon it. Her lips shivered as she found a headless man next to it. Her eyes travelled back to Chiemelie who had a sword in his hand which dripped of blood. Uli didn’t know what to make out of this situation, she was confused. When silence had taken over the great hall, the King rose from his throne and stepped towards the bronze box.
“For many years, Amabara has played second fiddle to Ezeudo. They stole our lands. They renamed our rivers. They took everythin away from us but no longer do we have to be their slaves.”
When he paused, the men cheered and clapped him.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 13
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 20, 2019, 04:03:10 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 13

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“Praise to the gods of our land that led me to this ancient relic…” he allowed the tip of his sword to touch the box which carried the dagger of the ancient moon goddess.
“With this dagger, our victory is assured. Just as I expected, thieves are coming into our land to take this glorious knife away. This vermin broke his vows to work as a royal guard and attempted to steal it, but he was caught. Justice is given…” he pointed at the head of the man.
He sighed and ran his eyes through the men until they met Uli’s.
“Today we must enter a covenant of loyalty. Anyone who tries to steal this dagger or share the location of it a secret, shall be killed.”
The men applauded the King’s move but Uli wasn’t happy. Chiemelie was cruel and smart as a fox. She wasn’t comfortable with her brother’s new decree because it meant the whole Kingdom would swear the oath of loyalty. Once she did this, she could no longer help Adaora or work against her brother.
“Devil,” she gritted her teeth.
“With this dagger, I shall bring Ezeudo to its feet. I will invade their land and make Ikemba a slave. I will severe his already useless manhood. I have spoken. The great king of Amabara has spoken!”
The princess realized that the ancient dagger was the one she had seen in her vision. She had to tell Adaora about it!
He quickly returned to his throne while the people cheered on. Soon, the oracle stepped forward with a life chicken and a calabash. Igwekala slowly explained the instructions from the gods.
“Dip your finger into the blood once and touch your feet with it. As you walk upon Amabara soil, you cannot betray the king.”
Swiftly, he fetched a sharp knife from a raffia bag which he always had with him and slew the chicken. Hot red blood splashed on the old man’s dirty brown garment, before he directed it to the proper place; the calabash.
Uli swallowed and bit her lips. Her eyes clicked with her mother’s but she quickly looked away. She had a feeling that the woman was behind this. When she stepped outside, she met Adaora.

“I think we are in trouble…”
“Trouble?” Adaora didn’t like the sound of Uli’s voice.
“There is no time to explain. You must find a way and leave Amabara before it is too late. I always underestimated my brother but he has proven himself to be a true son of the devil. You have to leave or I may not be able to save you from what is to come…”
Adaora was confused, “What is really happening?”
Uli’s voice was broken, “My brother is binding everyone by a blood oath. He has declared war on Ezeudo and he intends to win by a golden dagger. He is possessed by power lust. You must run before he finds you and binds you to the oath. You must trust and believe every word I have said. I saw a dagger in my vision while I took you to the dome of the dead; it is an ancient and mystical dagger left behind by the goddess of the moon…” She stopped to catch her breath, hoping that her words would have a strong effect on Adaora.
Things were happening very fast. Adaora had never heard about the ancient dagger of the moon goddess. Then it suddenly dawned on her why the gods had brought her to Amabara.
“What does your brother want with the dagger? What powers does it possess?”
“I don’t have any answers for you. All I know is that it belonged to the moon goddess and was trapped on earth. I have a feeling that he intends to twist the powers in that dagger for evil.”
Adaora was a bit worried by this revelation.
“If the dagger once belonged to the moon goddess and I am the moon virgin…”
Tears stung her eyes as she realized what her fate would be if the gods didn’t intervene.
“You will be sacrificed when the full moon comes. Your blood is rare. It would give my brother so much evil powers. You must not let that happen. You must go into hiding until a set time when things are clear.”
Though Uli’s words were very inviting and convincing, Adaora refused to give into fear. The goddess of the moon, Ituri and the sun god, Anyanwu had not told her otherwise. There was no need for her to turn from Chiemelie.
“No, I will stay. I must find a way to take the dagger for myself. When I have done this, I will flee.”
Uli scoffed, “How do you intend to do that?” She couldn’t believe that Adaora had taken such a foolish decision. Angrily, she walked away from the moon virgin and decided to leave the palace for some time. She needed to clear her head and the best place she could think of was the outskirts of the kingdom. One of her best friends, Nkechi lived there with her mother who sold bush meat. She believed Adaora would change her mind when she returned.
“My princess! My princess!” Adaora called to her but it was too late, she was already gone.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 14
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 20, 2019, 04:06:06 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 14

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Adaora was glued to where she stood, not knowing the next action to take. She was a bit frightened as she realized that everything Uli had said made sense. Chiemelie meant to use her as a sacrifice in his war with the good King of Ezeudo, the man that she had been destined to be with. She knew that Uli wanted things to work out in her interest, so she didn’t blame the princess for being angry with her. Adaora decided to return to her hut. She needed a place to pray and sacrifice to the gods for direction because she didn’t know the next action to take.
When Uli returned to her hut, she noticed that the door was slightly open. She was highly observant. She waited a while before stepping into her room. When she pushed it open, she found Efuru, her mother sitting upon her bed and stamping her feet like one who was ready for battle.
“Mother?” Uli waited.
The woman didn’t respond.
“Why do you look so angry? That face doesn’t look good on you.” She continued. She wondered why the woman had come to her room, she seldom did. Efuru was closer to the other princesses than Uli because they always obeyed her without question. They swallowed her lies wholeheartedly but Uli was the fearless one.
“Do you realize what you’re doing to your brother? What crime did Chiemelie commit against you?” The queen finally asked.
Uli was lost.
“I have no angst against my brother but I detest his demonic rituals.”
“I have eyes Uli, don’t think that you can ever fool me. I have eyes as numerous as the star in the sky. I am your mother. I made you and I will kill you if you continue your alliance with that stupid moon virgin.”
Uli paled as she realized that her mother had people watching her every move.
“What are you talking about?”
“You took her…” she rose slowly from the bed.
“You took her to the dome of death. You tell her everything about your brother’s plans forgetting that she is his last chance of reclaiming what truly belongs to him. People from Ezeudo stole our resources and lands. They enrich themselves by it. You should be on our side. But if you fail to comply, you will die after taking that oath designed by Igwekala.” She waved her royal cow tail over her daugther’s face.
“So you have been following me around like one who has no duties? That is very shameful of you mother. You are the queen of this land until your son takes a wife. How can you do this? You both are treading on the wrong path. I shall take the oath, but I will never stand on the side of falsehood because I know the truth and the truth always liberates.”
The queen was deeply infuriated by her daughter’s disrespectful words. Without reluctance, she released her left palm and it landed right on Uli’s face. The princess’ face reddened as she gave a squeal.
“I warn you for the last time…stay away from her. She is the ultimate price for our freedom.”
Hot tears splashed on Uli’s face. She felt helpless against the woman. She did nothing. She couldn’t fight her own mother.
“You better don’t joke with your life, because that oath is final and binding.” These were the queen’s last words before she stormed out of the hut to attend to other matters.
While Uli was sobbing, a vision flashed before her eyes. At first, she tried to resist it because she felt frustrated. How could she ever win a war against her brother who also happened to be the most powerful man in Amabara? In the vision, she was taken to the boundary that lay between Ezeudo and Amabara. As her spiritual eyes wandered about the land, and the little stream that flowed after it, she saw him. She saw him another time. It was the man that she had seen in her dream.
He was running towards Amabara. When the vision faded, she was brought back to reality. Just then, a rap sounded on her door.
“Who is there?” She called out.
“My princess, it is time for the royal family to take the oath.” One of her servants announced.

When morning came, Chinedum prepared himself for the king’s palace. He was ready for the journey to Amabara. Now that Obiajulu’s aunt was around, she wouldn’t be so lonely. Besides he would request that Ikemba send some guards to watch after his family.
“You don’t look like you’re going hunting…” Obiajulu walked into the room they shared. Chinedum was always the first to step out of the house for the forest for the day’s hunt. But he was looking rather refreshed for someone that was about to chase animals. He didn’t answer. He couldn’t share his plans.
She shrugged and sat upon a stool. Obiajulu wanted to have an important discussion with her husband. It was time to tell him about her aunt’s vision.
“Ifeyinwa saw a dream….”
“What dream?”
“The gods reveal that one who dwells in the house is destined for the throne of Ezeudo. I believe her my husband. I have always told you to rise against your cousin. He is a barren man and would never be blessed with children. But you have a son and a daughter. You are a complete man! The people would stand by you, than an infertile king.”
Chinedum was greatly vexed by her cruel words. He slowly turned and faced her. He wasn’t in the mood to indulge her careless talking. He had to put Obiajulu in her place.
“Who makes kings Obiajulu, the gods or men?”
“The gods of course,” she answered without knowing where he was headed.
“The gods choose men and women from the womb to rule. It is their destiny. It is not a matter of qualification. It doesn’t matter if they are fertile or infertile, if they are just or unjust, if they are fit to be there or not. Do not ever speak a word against my cousin’s throne or that would be the last day in this house.”
Obiajulu’s brows came together in shock.
“Are you talking to me?” She couldn’t believe Chinedum would stand with his cousin against her.
“If you were smart enough to decipher that dream, you will know truly who has been destined for that throne.”
She scoffed, “Who could that be?”
“Adaora, the slave girl that you tortured. Why do you think Ikemba wants to marry her? Use your brain wisely next time.”
He didn’t wait for her answer. He quickly rushed out of the hut to avoid a bitter quarrel. Obiajulu stared at him wide mouth.
“By the gods, I am finished! I have lost importance to him. He must have had an affair with that stupid girl. I will make sure that she never smells that throne.” She rose to her feet and walked out of the room.
She found Ifeyinwa shredding peeling some tubers of cocoyam for breakfast.
“Why do you look so bitter Obiajulu?”
“Do you think a slave can become king or queen of Ezeudo?” She barked at the woman. She needed an honest answer to proceed with her plans.
Ifeyinwa dropped the tuber she held and faced her.
“The gods choose whom they want. Yes, I believe a slave can rule freeborn. Have you not heard the story of Igolo? She was a slave that became a queen.”
Obiajulu rolled her eyes, “That’s just folklore. Those stories aren’t true.”
“It’s just the way people say that the mysterious land of Anyanwa doesn’t exist. But I see it clearly right now in my vision. Someone would rise from that land and rule over us.” Ifeyinwa was speaking from the vision that the gods had shown her.
Obiajulu paled as she realized that Adaora was from the mysterious land of Anywanwa.
“No! It can never be.”
“Who can withstand the will of the gods?” Ifeyinwa turned to her.
Suddenly, the silence that always ate Ezeudo in the morning was broken by a strange cry. Obiajulu knew what the cry stood for. Perhaps someone had discovered Oriaku’s body. Her excitement about the vain woman’s death was fleeting as she remembered Adaora.
First, she needed to consult a powerful dibia, who would give her a love charm to buy Chinedum’s heart. She would control his every move until he had none of his desires left. If that didn’t work out, she would find a way to seduce the king. She was ready to do anything for the throne of Ezeudo.
If it meant sacrificing one of her children, she would do it.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 15
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 22, 2019, 01:48:28 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 15

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Ifeyinwa’s words haunted her all the way until she reached Anosike’s house. Obiajulu had walked past a group of women who were wailing. She was certain that they were crying about the death of Oriaku, whose body could’ve been found by now. She bit her lip and looked around; to be sure that no one followed her. Satisfied with her scrutiny, she adjusted her wrapper and rushed into Anosike’s hut.

After his wife had been stabbed to death by his mistress, Anosike had wept all night. He had been helpless before Obiajulu and he blamed Oriaku for it. If she had not attacked him, perhaps he would’ve found a way to save her from Obiajulu. So many thoughts had crossed his mind last night. His love for Obiajulu had waxed cold. It was time to stop the affair before someone else got hurt. Already, he was bound to her for life because of the secret they’d shared.

Anosike felt a little better today. He had been staring at the walls, wondering what his plans would be next. He needed his strength to pay a visit to his farms. He hadn’t set eyes on his best friend, Chinedum for a while.
He quickly held his breath when he heard a knock.
“It is I, Obiajulu!” His lover whispered.

A feeling of regret washed over him. Anosike wished he had listened to Okeke all along. Okeke had been right about Obiajulu, the woman was filled with ambition and that could cost him his life.

“What do you want Obiajulu? Is it not too early to visit my house?” He snapped at her without considering if she had come with another person. When he realized his carelessness, he struggled to his feet and limped towards the door.

Obiajulu couldn’t believe that Anosike could speak to her that way. She had been so excited to visit him, but hearing those words really cut deep into her heart.
“How could you speak such words to me?” She stepped back. Her voice cracked like she was about to cry.
Anosike gritted his teeth and looked away.

“Do you not love me anymore?” She questioned. He didn’t answer. Her heart raced as she searched his face. If Anosike’s love had died, she would be an unhappy woman for the rest of her life. It was his love that gave her strength to fight for the throne which she dreamt of sharing with him one day.

Satisfied that his desire for her was not completely gone, but masked under resentment, Obiajulu moved past him and stepped into the house.
“You shouldn’t be here Obiajulu. Do you not care about what people will say about us?” He followed her into the house.
She scoffed and clapped her hands.

“Since when did you start caring about what people say? I smell a rat Anosike, it better not be what I am thinking.”
He frowned and looked away.
“I am saying the fact. Do you have time for your husband and your young children? It is wrong for a woman to leave her house this early.” He continued.

Obiajulu felt irritated that he would address her like she was a child.
“Are you angry that I did what you couldn’t? Are you angry that I killed your barren wife?” She snapped at him. Anosike was an ungrateful man and his current attitude annoyed her.

He almost landed a slap on her face, hearing him call Oriaku barren. Instead, he chose to remain calm until he could figure out a way to detach himself from her without getting killed. He had not known that Obiajulu had the courage to take a life until the previous night. He feared her guts. She was a dangerous woman and he couldn’t do anything to piss her off.
“I am sorry for hurting you. You should’ve told me your plans first…”

A smile crossed her face when he dropped the apology.
“If I had told you, you would’ve found a way to talk me out of it. Aren’t you happy that she is out of the way now? We can love each other freely…” Obiajulu pouted her lips in a seductive manner. She caressed her breasts immediately. But Anosike looked away. He was no longer interested in her body. He wished she could stop coming to his house.

“Anyway, there is a new development.” She dragged a stool and balanced on it.
“What is that?” He waited for it.
Obiajulu carefully recounted everything that Ifeyinwa had told her, and how rudely Chinedum had spoken to her that morning.

“As it stands, Adaora is still alive and thriving. We must find her and destroy her. If I can get my hands on that throne, I will take you along with me.”
Anosike raised a brow, “What will happen to your husband?” He ran his eyes over her face to be sure of the kind of woman that he was dealing with. Obiajulu avoided his penetrating gaze. She didn’t want Anosike to know what she planned for Chinedum, but it was obvious. The only way Anosike could become a queen was through Chinedum’s death. But it had been many years since a woman sat upon the throne.

“So what are we going to do about the slave girl?” Anosike changed the topic.
She sighed and wrapped her arms across her chest.
“I don’t know yet. My husband is certain that she is Ikemba’s destined wife, the one that would bear him sons. I have a feeling that he knows something that I don’t. There is no proper flow of information between us anymore. I feel it strongly that Chinedum is keeping something from me. I don’t know how to find out what.” She was deeply troubled by this.

“Why don’t we give up on that girl? We can focus on other things.” He was tired of her presence, he wished she could leave.
Obiajulu wanted to say something, when the wailing voices of the women drew nearer. She rose and rushed towards the window. Her blood raced when she realized they were coming to Anosike’s compound. They were moving swiftly. One would think that their legs didn’t touch the ground. They moved like the whirlwind, spreading all over the compound bit by bit.

“What do we do? From their songs, they may know about Oriaku.” Obiajulu was restless.

Ikemba had just finished having a meeting with some of his elders when his cousin had strolled into the palace. Ikemba had thought about the offer he had made Chinedum all night. It was a very risky mission. He didn’t want Chinedum’s children to be fatherless, and his wife, a widow. Surely, there would be two outcomes once he stepped into Amabara; death or life.
“May the gods continue to bless your reign!” Chinedum bowed his head as he moved towards the throne.

Ikemba’s countenance brightened when he saw his cousin.
“Thank you for honoring me.”
“Have you decided yet?” The king wasted no time.
“Yes I have. It is my belief that the gods want me to retrieve the dagger of the moon goddess. I will go for it. I will risk my blood for you. If anything happens to me, you must care for my children and wife, like they w ere yours.”

Ikemba pulled in a deep breath and searched Chinedum’s eyes.
“You are truly the bravest of all men.”
“Thank you my King.”
“When do you leave? I shall provide you with food supplies and everything that you need to make this vision come to reality.” Ikemba was ready to help. He couldn’t wait to see Adaora’s face.

Chinedum had made up his mind to leave that night. It was better to leave before his wife suspected him. Obiajulu was a very intelligent woman. If he didn’t act fast, she could find out the secret.
“I leave by moonshine. I do not need food supplies or any assistance. I must present myself as a pauper and make them believe me. I shall win their trust and love. By the help of the gods, I will bring you the dagger.”

Ikemba was pleased with his cousin’s words. But there was a little problem.
“What shall you tell your wife?”
Chinedum had thought about that while making love to her. He would miss Obiajulu and his children.
“I will tell her that you sent me on a mission to represent you in other parts of our kingdom. I shall make this story very convincing. You have nothing to worry about.”

Ikemba felt relaxed. When Chinedum was about to leave, the King invited him to a corner of the throne room where the earth gods were kept. This section was filled with bronze idols and other wood carvings of mystical creatures.
“This is my personal shrine. It is the purest and most serene. I worship here.” Ikemba knelt before the earth gods. Chinedum did same, while wondering what the King wanted to do.
Ikemba grabbed Chinedum’s right hand.
“I swear by these gods that if anything happens to you, I shall take care of your children and marry your wife. I shall make her my reigning queen for your bravery. Your son shall be my son. He shall take the throne when I am gone. Your daughter will be my daughter. I shall train her with love and kindness.”
Chinedum was pleased to hear this. This only proved that Ikemba was an honorable man. He was happy that his wife and children wouldn’t suffer if something happened to him. He grabbed Ikemba’s hand tightly; it was his turn to swear by the gods.
“I swear that I shall not betray you in Amabara. If the worst comes, I shall not give Chiemelie any information about us and what we are planning. I swear to be good to those that are good to me; to be kind to those who show me kindness. I will try my best to bring back the dagger and the moon virgin even if it will cost my life.”

Unknown to the brothers, one of the maidservants who had served them kolanuts had hidden herself to watch them. Her name was Ifeoma. Her mouth fell open when she realized what Chinedum had committed himself to.
“I doubt if Obiajulu knows about this.” She stroked her chin while thinking of what to do with this information that she had gotten.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 16
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 22, 2019, 01:53:37 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 16

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The great day for the oath taking had come. At midnight, Adaora had turned and tossed restlessly on her bed as she realized the significance of what was about to happen in Amabara. All the dwellers of the Kingdom were to gather at the king’s palace to swear their allegiance to the throne. If she took this oath, she would be bound by it and that would mean her death, should she work against the King? But how could she be loyal to a man like Chiemelie? He was a cruel man who had no respect for human life.

“I must do something…” She had thought, but no idea came. She thought about Ituri and Anywanwa. She felt the pain of their betrayal, because they had forgotten her. Little did she know that the gods worked in mysterious ways?

The atmosphere of Amabara was fully charged with jubilation. The town crier had made it known through gong that Ezeudo and its inhabitants would soon be theirs. The lands and fat animals; the beautiful women alike and everything beautiful about Ezeudo were to become their inheritance in a short while. But all these promises were dependent on their obedience to the oath. The kingdom dwellers had been groomed to despise the people of Ezeudo. They had been groomed to believe that Ezeudo belonged to them, so there was nothing anyone could do or say to change their thinking pattern.

Adaora peeped outside the window of her hut. She noticed a thick smoke rising from the middle of a gathering; it was the gathering of the strongest warriors in the kingdom and they had just offered a sacrifice to the god of Amabara. They were preparing themselves, physically and spiritually for the war they would declare against Ikemba. A sad feeling weighed on her shoulders as she thought about the innocent King, the man that she was to marry- the man that the gods had destined for her. Though she was yet to set eyes on him, she felt a deep and powerful connection. She no longer saw him in her dreams as before, but she was confident that he cared about her.

The moon virgin quickly shut the window and moved away when her eyes met with that of a huge man; Agu, who was the strongest warrior in Amabara. She shuddered at the thought of Chiemelie driving the dagger into Ikemba’s heart.
“No, you cannot let this happen! You said you brought me here for a purpose! Show yourself! Once I take that oath, I would be bound but it forever!” Adaora threw her hands into the air and called upon the spirits that had chosen her for help.
But there was no answer, only silence.

Feeling frustrated, she sat upon her bed and covered her face in her hands. At first, she thought it was a gentle breeze but when she remembered that she had shut the window, Adaora sensed she wasn’t alone. There was a higher presence in the room. Adaora felt right for the moon goddess had appeared to her. It was the sight of sparkling toenails and smooth dark skin, shinier than anything she had ever seen that caught her attention. Adaora followed the legs and found a robust dark skinned woman in a red dress and seven coral beads.

Her eyes were silvery but not scary. Her nose was round and small. She had thick lips which were adorned with fine red dye. She wore a silvery crown upon her head which had seven little moon shapes attached to it.

Adaora stood in awe as she stared at the magnificent being who had answered her prayers.
“My goddess…” She bowed her head. Ituri had taken another form to appear to her.
The goddess didn’t answer the greeting. She ran her silvery eyes over the moon virgin.
“Why do you not have faith in the gods? You grumble most of the time, forgetting that the gods are those who chart your mortal destinies…” Ituri began to ascend. Her legs were midair while she floated around Adaora, encircling her in a silvery glow.

Adaora could sense the irritation in the goddess’ voice. She knew what it meant to get such a fiery being annoyed. She quickly fell on her knees and offered an apology.
“I brought you here for a purpose…” Ituri began.
“Once I walked on this earth like the other gods, but there was war and we needed to return to the world that truly belonged to us. I forgot my dagger which is an important part of my godhood. It is with this dagger that my greatness lies or I may not be able to stop the war that would soon be waged by the dark demons against the whole world.

The dagger is meant to be wielded by the moon virgin. You must retrieve that dagger and bring it to me at the appointed time. Your spirit is the purest that I have found and only you can help me. One is coming that would work with you for the retrieval of the dagger from that evil King!”

Adaora bowed her head as she listened to the instructions.
“I know you are worried about the curse upon you. But it will be broken once you are married by the king for your destinies are entwined. For now, you must keep your head up and trust no one except those that your spirit agrees with.”
Adaora’s lips shivered as she asked.

“What about the King’s oath? If I and princess Uli take the oath, we will never be the same. We will die if we try to retrieve the dagger. I need an answer.”
The goddess stopped spiraling and burst into laughter. She was appalled by the slow nature of humans. They could be very foolish at times.

“When you were kidnapped into Amabara, your eyes fell on a special plant. The Ikele herbs are magical in nature. Taking the herbs would become an antidote against the punishment of breaking the oath. But you are to go to the boundary that lays between Ezeudo and Amabara- a place of streams and lonely rocks. You will find more herbs there and a man that is coming to help.”

Adaora mustered courage to ask her more questions, but the gods weren’t subject to the dictates of humans. The goddess was finished with her vessel. She faded into the darkness that dwelt in the room. When Adaora realized that the goddess of the moon was gone, she knelt down and kissed the place where the goddess had placed her feet. While kissing the earth, she found a silvery pearl…

“This must have fallen from her dress.” Adaora smiled and pressed the silvery pearl against her chest.
She quickly hid it inside her wrapper when she felt a knock on her door.
“My princess!” Princess Uli had come to say her final words to Adaora before they took the vow.
There was only one person that enjoyed addressing her like a princess even though she didn’t like it.

“Princess Uli?” Adaora raised her brows. She quickly moved towards her door and opened it. As expected, the princess strolled in casually with a look of despair on her face.
Without hesitation she blurted out, “What are we going to do to save you? After taking this oath, I can no longer help you and you know what that means?”
Adaora nodded.

“I know that you care about me Uli that is why the goddess has asked me to help you as well. We shall take the oath but we will not be bound by it. We will not die for conspiracy.”
Uli scoffed, it seemed the moon virgin had taken strong drink.

“Do you know the meaning of oath? It is swearing allegiance to something and by the gods. You swear to die or run mad should you break it. I will not join you in this foolishness. I wanted to help you to run, but you refused. You think yourself wiser than I am…I will be sad to watch you die.”

Adaora understood why the princess was still angry with her.
“Wait…” She grabbed Uli by the hand. With another hand, she pulled out the glowing pearl from her wrapper and showed it to the princess.
Uli moved away from her at once. As one with powers, she could see that the pearl wasn’t from this world.

“What sort of magic is this?” Uli barked.
“I do not intend to harm you. This is evidence that Ituri appeared to me. She has provided us with great solution and we shall live even after swearing the oath.”
Uli’s brows furrowed as she listened.
“What are we to do?” She now softened towards the princess.

“After taking the oath, we will go to the boundary between our kingdoms and search for the Ikele herbs. These leaves are potent and have strong magic. We must get to it. The goddess explained that we will find a man, one who will join us and fight against your brother.”
Tears glowed in Uli’s eyes as she realized that the vision she had seen earlier was coming to pass. The man that she had seen had stepped out of the little stream that divided Ezeudo and Amabara.

What if this man was the lover she had been waiting for all her life? She couldn’t wait to meet with him.
“We must go now; the others are waiting for us.” She wiped her eyes and led Adaora out of the hut. It was time for the royal family to take their oaths.

With the help of Anosike, Obiajulu had been able to hide herself properly in the house. The women hadn’t come because of Oriaku. They had come to Anosike’s compound because some maidens had been defiled while working on his farmlands. This was the reason the women broke into songs of sorrow and wailing, like someone had died. Anosike had been fined with twenty bags of cowries or he appeared before the king for judgment. When he realized that the women hadn’t come for his wife, he felt relieved. He would come up with a plan to appease them later.

When the sun had started to go down, Obiajulu had sneaked out Anosike’s house and found her way home. She regretted going there in the first place. If Chinedum had already returned, he would be very upset with her and this time; he had the right to be. She walked briskly. She walked with purpose on her mind. From the look of things, Anosike wasn’t ready for the throne. He wouldn’t join her in her crusade against Adaora. Even in foreign land, she hated the slave girl who had come to take everything away from her.

Obiajulu’s waist jingled upon her hips as she marched forward. She was deeply embraced in thoughts that she failed to notice the palace maiden that approached her.
“Obiajulu the wife of the great hunter,” Ifeoma clapped her hands.
It was this sound that plunged Obiajulu back to reality. When she noticed who had called her, she was insulted. The woman was a maiden and was far younger than she was.
“What is it you want?” Obiajulu eyed her angrily.

Ifeoma scoffed, knowing she had pissed the older woman.
“A little humility could take you places. I have important information about your husband. When you are less proud, you can find me at home. But don’t come empty handed, because information is an item. And all items must be traded for profit.”

The words of the palace maid confused Obiajulu. All these years, she had come to trust her husband completely. He wasn’t the kind of man that cheated. He loved her with all of his heart. What if he was taking another wife? What if he had discovered her secret affair with Anosike and had planned to divorce her?

“No!” She trembled at the thought of the great shame that would befall her.
Quickly, she advanced towards the house. She would observe Chinedum carefully to see if he was hiding something from her. If he was, she would find Ifeoma for details and find a powerful dibia later, to tie her husband’s spirit to her. He would become her slave and do her every command.

When she reached the house, she noticed that her aunt and two children were sitting outside. Their faces were sad.
“What happened?” She rushed towards them.

“Your husband said I should tell you that the king sent him on a mission to another village. He would be back in a fortnight.”
Obiajulu’s heart sank as she heard this. Ifeoma was right. Chinedum no longer loved her. He no longer trusted her. She needed to act very fast.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 17
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 22, 2019, 01:58:41 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 17

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A day had passed and her husband wasn’t back at home. Obiajulu had never felt this restless. In their many years of marriage, Chinedum had never departed from home without sharing the purpose with her. She had woken up very early. Her first plan was to pay Ikemba a visit to explain the mission which he had sent her husband. The woman sat like someone in mourning. Her head was bowed. Her hair was disheveled and she tied an old wrapper piece.
“My husband has suddenly become a stranger,” Obiajulu mumbled. Chinedum had lost respect for her. How could a man abandon his family without one word to his wife? The more she thought about it, the angrier she grew. Obiajulu made a solid decision to find a powerful medicine man that would revive the love Chinedum once had for her. Everything had changed in her marriage since the day Adaora walked in. Her husband no longer submitted to her. He no longer consulted her before taking decisions which were binding on the whole family.
“She has corrupted him with her evil powers but I will not fold my arms and watch. I must pay a visit…” She bit her lip as she heard her aunt’s footsteps.
Ifeyinwa walked towards the veranda of the house. From within, she had heard gruff sounds. When she realized it was Obiajulu that was grumbling she felt relieved. She knew her niece wouldn’t be happy with Chinedum’s message, but she had to deliver it anyway. Just as Obiajulu was shocked at his sudden departure, Ifeyinwa had felt the same too; only that the gods had revealed themselves to her and asked her to include him in her prayers.
“Don’t tell me that you are still angry with your husband. It is the King that sent him on a mission, so your anger should be against Ikemba and not Chinedum.” She joined Obiajulu on the bench.
Obiajulu scoffed, “Even if the gods had sent him on an errand themselves, his duty is to me. He should’ve told me about it.”
“What if the mission requires utmost secrecy? Have you considered things from this viewpoint?” Ifeyinwa raised a brow but Obiajulu wasn’t ready to listen to her nagging.
She rose and walked towards the door. She needed to prepare herself. First, she needed to speak with Ifeoma, the palace maid who had information for her. She would know the right decision to take after that. As she neared the door, she trembled as she remembered Oriaku. Two days had passed and no one had mentioned her absence. Nobody had seen her body at the stream. Obiajulu had a feeling that something wasn’t right. She would pay Anosike a visit later.
“I hope you aren’t planning to leave the house. Your children miss you Obiajulu. You are never here for them.” Her aunt complained.
Obiajulu rolled her eyes, “If only they knew that all I have planned is for their future, they would learn to appreciate me.”
Ifeyinwa had no more words to speak. She had a feeling that her niece was up to something mischievous, but she couldn’t put a finger around it.
Ikemba had woken up in high spirits. The gods had come to him in his dream; they had equally revealed the progress of Chinedum’s journey. A smile brightened his handsome face as he considered all the promises that the gods had made to him. It was only a matter of time, and the dagger of Ituri would be in his possession; never again would the people of Ezeudo have to fear the cruel Chiemelie.
“You look radiant this morning, what pleases the King’s heart?” The queen mother strolled into the palace without invitation. Usually, the King first met with his chiefs, but the old woman couldn’t wait for the protocols.
In her company was her closest servant, Ifeoma who had deliberately stuck closer to the royals to get more information for Obiajulu whom she expected later.
“Mother!” Ikemba smiled and spread his arms wide. She moved closer to her son and warmed his body with a motherly hug. From her lips came morning praises and blessings.
“Your rule shall be peaceful and your reign shall forever be blessed by the gods.”
Ikemba was all smiles as he nodded to the praises.
“What brings my mother so early to my throne room…?” Ikemba raised a brow. He knew something was up but he couldn’t put a finger around it.
The queen had come to discuss something that had been bothering her.
“Do you remember Anosike’s wife?”
The King nodded. How could he forget a woman like Oriaku? She was the person that made the identity of the moon virgin known.
“I do remember her. But she hasn’t paid a visit to the palace in days.” He noted.
The queen sighed. The story of Anosike’s farmers deflowering the maidens was widespread.
“Have you forgotten that you and your chiefs invited her husband for judgment? How do you expect her to come here?” The woman asked sadly for she was really drawn to Oriaku.
Ikemba raised his brows in sudden realization of what he had done.
“But you cannot blame me. I am not ungrateful to her; it’s just that Anosike must answer for the misdeeds of his farmers. Young women have been defiled…” The King was about to say more when his mother cut in.
She shook her head, “You make it look like they were raped. Have you heard the story?”
Ikemba wasn’t too interested in her story. He believed in following the rules of the land to the latter.
“It doesn’t matter if what they all shared was consensual. Anosike must appear before me and plead his cause or there would be consequences. If his farmers fail to provide a reasonable explanation to their randy behavior, they will be banished.”
The queen wasn’t pleased with her son’s judgment considering the fact that Anosike could lose many farmers in this process. She thought about Oriaku and how helpful she had been. The queen decided to pay a visit later to the farmer’s house where she hoped to meet with his wife.
“Very well then, have a blessed day.” She bowed before him and strolled out majestically.
Though he hadn’t shown it, Ikemba felt bad for Oriaku. He hadn’t meant to punish her along her husband because of her kindness. He had never had issues with Anosike, but the reports of the hideous things that went on in his farm didn’t sit well with Ikemba.
“Please guide me on the right path to tread…” he pleaded to the gods.
Just when he closed his eyes, a vision appeared. A blinding and bright light filled his mind. Slowly the pristine rays gave way to a favorable atmosphere. The vision felt so real. It was as if Ikemba was there, but he was still on his throne. He felt the softness of the wind as it caressed his back. He could smell the scent of the earth crust mixing with drying leaves. He could smell the scent of the stream…he was at the boundary between Ezeudo and Amabara. His heart leapt with joy at the sight of his goddess, the virgin of the sun and moon, Adaora. She approached the water with another maiden who was fair of skin.
“Someone is watching us…” Adaora paused in her steps. She had come to the boundary with princess Uli to find the leaves that would inhibit the power of the oath.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 18
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on December 22, 2019, 02:01:59 AM

Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 18

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Ikemba’s vision continued, though he saw Uli, his eyes were focused on the woman whom the gods had chosen for him; his one and true goddess. He ran his eyes over her. She seemed happy. She was extremely beautiful. Even in the spirit realm, he desired to see her face to face.
“Should we turn back?” Princess Uli’s lips shivered. If her brother had sent some men after them, there was no escaping his wrath. If he knew that they had come to the boundary to fetch the leaves that would make the oath useless, the King could sentence them both to death.
Adaora continued to search the environment.
“No…” A smile danced on her lips as she sensed in her spirit.
“Don’t you think it’s best we go back before we are discovered? What explanation would we give?” Princess Uli had a point. What would they say two maidens were doing at the boundary between the two great kingdoms?
Adaora placed a reassuring hand on Uli’s shoulder.
“I have been assured within that it is a good spirit that watches over us. We must continue.”
It was only then that Uli felt relaxed. As they marched towards the stream, Uli couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the boundary.
“Sometimes, I wish Ezeudo and Amabara had never gone separate ways. We have all been blessed with something…” She smiled as she spoke of the ambience. Adaora didn’t pay much attention to the princess. She scoured the area for leaves for the special herb which Ituri had instructed them to gather. Adaora began to hum a song as she neared the grasses. Her eyes soon fell on the purple flowers which marked the herb from the weeds.
“Is that it?” Uli was a bit skeptical. She had expected it to be more difficult to procure.
“Yes. Ituri isn’t a goddess of parables. She is very straightforward.” Adaora lowered herself so she could reach the herbs. Uli wasn’t comfortable still but she decided to push her aside her worries. She had a feeling that something bad was about to happen but she couldn’t place a finger around it.
Adaora failed to notice the sharp thorns on the herbs, so when she tried to pluck the first, her fingers bled. A sharp scream escaped her lips as she pulled away immediately. Without warning, a cobra that had been hiding raised its head to strike. It released its reptilian tongue, ready to strike the intruder. But Adaora was too busy with her bleeding hands to notice the golden serpent that slowly arose from its hiding place. It was Uli that saw it first.
“Watch out!” She stepped forward to pull Adaora back, but it was too late. A sharp arrow flew from the tall rocks and pierced into the cobra’s head. The pieces of the arrow hit Uli on her belly.
“Arhhh!!!” She screamed and covered the wound with her hands.
“No!” Adaora swallowed and moved to hold the princess from falling.
The maidens were confused. They were scared.
“I told you…I warned you about my brother.”
Tears stung Adaora’s eyes as she stared at Uli. What if the princess died in her arms? How would she explain this to Chiemelie? But the gods had assured her that whoever was watching was a good spirit.
Uli felt the warmth of her blood as it trickled down her skin. The pain was sharp and it came in bouts. Her head was starting to spin very fast and her bones were growing cold.
“Adaora…” She called the moon goddess by name for the first time.
“Please don’t say anything. I have to figure out a way to save you. You cannot die on me…” Adaora cried silently.
“Adaora…” She stuttered and winced as the pain increased.
Chinedum had been hiding between the rocks. He had spotted Adaora and a beautiful woman walking towards the boundary. At first, he was excited and had wanted to show himself, but he knew how delicate his mission was. He could trust Adaora, but he didn’t know the other woman with her. While secretly watching them, he had noticed a movement within the array of grasses. He had hunted in the forests for a long time to know when a dangerous serpent was about to strike. Without waste of time, he had come to their rescue; only that he failed to aim very well.
He closed his eyes and thought of the next action to take. His arrows weren’t usually poisoned, but for this mission he had dipped them in a broth of poisonous plants.
“If I don’t save her…” He sighed. He had the antidote with him. If he failed to give it to her, she would die.
“What do I do now?” He murmured and drummed his bare feet against the rocks. Adaora was crying. And the beautiful woman was growing weaker each passing moment. He closed his eye and pulled in a deep breath. He reminded himself about the mission to retrieve the dagger and save Adaora. Those were his objectives and not to murder an innocent woman. Chinedum jumped out of his hiding place and marched majestically towards the maidens.
As he stepped forward, he felt someone was watching him but he wasn’t sure if the eyes were real or were eyes of his own imagination.
“Please stop talking, I have to get help…” Adaora wiped her face and rose to her feet.
“No, No, you will get yourself killed.” Uli protested weakly.
“Don’t be a fool princess! I will do whatever it takes to save your life.” Adaora replied. She knew that the princess was afraid of her brother and what he would do to them if he discovered their true intentions.
“Your life is more important than mine; you must run back to Ezeudo. This could be your only opportunity to escape the gruesome death that awaits you. It seems the gods have led us this far. They have sealed my fate and I will die in peace.”
Adaora was saddened as she stared at Uli lying on reddish earth. This was her fault. Perhaps the strange arrow wouldn’t have pierced the princess if they had turned back. Adaora’s heart skipped as she realized that they hadn’t taken notice of the shooter. What if the King’s guards had followed them?
She was about to share her worries with the princess, when she heard someone call her from behind. At first, she thought she was imagining because she recognized the voice. It was deep. It was cool. It was friendly. It was the voice of her master. Her heart raced like never before.

TO BE CONTINUED

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 19
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 17, 2020, 12:47:29 AM

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“Adaora…” Chinedum called calmly, trying very hard not to scoop her into his arms and hug her. He had no lustful intentions towards her but he had grown fond of her and he cared for her. His children had fallen in love with her.
Uli weakly raised her head to see the owner of the beautiful voice. She forgot the pain that momentarily bit into her skin.
Slowly, Adaora turned around. Her eyes widened in shock. Her feet were glued to the spot where she stood. Cold washed over her.
“Master?” Her lips fell apart.
“Don’t be afraid. I am no spirit. I…” He bit his lip as he noticed that the wounded maiden was watching him.
Adaora covered her lips with her palms to prevent herself from screaming. Tears rushed down her cheeks.
“You came…you came to save me?” She couldn’t believe it.
At this point, he couldn’t hold himself back. He launched forward and pulled the crying maiden into his arms.
“I came to save you and retrieve the dagger.” He whispered so Uli wouldn’t understand. Adaora released her hands and wrapped it around him. She sobbed against his chest as she remembered her last time at Ezeudo. She had just finished putting Adaugo and Ikenna to sleep, and then she had gone to the stream to fetch water.
Chinedum sighed with relief.
“Everyone was so worried about you. It was Okeke, the palm wine tapper that told us about the kidnap because he had been around the stream area.”
“I tried to fight them but they were stronger than I am…” She pulled away from his arms gently.
Chinedum nodded. He smiled and searched her green eyes.

“You don’t have to be secretive anymore. I know about your powers and your destiny. You are meant for the King, Ikemba of Ezeudo. He sent me to rescue you. We all know that you are the moon virgin-the living representation of Ituri and Anyanwu.”
Adaora licked her lips and stepped away from him. How did her master know all these about her? She had never told anyone about herself except Oriaku.
“But how did you…?” She paused.
“That would be a story for another day. I must treat your friend now.” He walked closer to Uli who was now writhing on the ground.
“I see you have made friends…” He knelt beside Uli, hoping to get details about the relationship with Adaora.
Adaora was smart enough to know this.
“You can relax around her. She is Chiemelie’s sister, but she doesn’t fight on his side. She has been the one helping me and showing me the evil plans that the King of Amabara has for Ezeudo.”
Uli had closed her eyes the moment Chinedum advanced towards her. She couldn’t stand him because he was extremely handsome. His dark skin glowed under the mild sun that illuminated the boundary. His chest was covered with hairs. His body was lean and hard; his legs were hairy too. He had a straight nose and thick lips. It was the kindness in his dark eyes that melted her heart. Uli felt embarrassed at her own self. How could she be admiring a stranger whom she had just seen and in her condition?
“I am sorry pretty one. I shot the arrow hoping to kill that dangerous serpent; I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Chinedum smiled as he stared at her pretty face. Uli wasn’t as beautiful as Adaora. Neither could she match Obiajulu in beauty. But there was something about her that drew him, perhaps it was the fact that she was the sister to the wickedest creature on earth yet had a beautiful spirit.
Uli took in his scent. He smelt of earth; of sweat and of bravery but she still liked him. She thought about the dream she had. A stranger had walked towards her by the boundary. Her heart skipped as she remembered it. Was this the stranger?
“I have to administer the antidote. The arrow was poisoned.” Chinedum bellowed. He took off the bag that he carried and pulled out a black vial.
“Thank you for saving us…” Adaora smiled and knelt next to him.
Chinedum knew administering the antidote would be difficult.
“You’ll have to do it. Pour the black content into your mouth; breathe thrice and pour it into her lips and that’s how it works.”
Adaora raised her brows as she imagined touching the princess with her lips.
“I think it is appropriate that you do it because it is your poison…” Adaora quickly rose to her feet and returned to plucking the herbs, this time she was more careful. She didn’t want Chinedum to force her into administering the antidote.
Chinedum sighed.
“I am sorry pretty one, but I cannot let you die…” He emptied the content of the vial into his mouth and leaned forward.
Uli died a thousand times as she heard him whisper. As his warm breath poured on her face, her heart raced wildly. Gently, Chinedum touched her lips. Uli couldn’t resist the softness of his mouth. She opened at once and he emptied the bitter liquid into her mouth.
He was supposed to pull his lips away from her after that, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t explain what drove him at the moment but he found himself tasting of her sweet mouth. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, licked her lips…Uli enjoyed every bit of what he was doing to her. When he suddenly realized what had happened, Chinedum quickly pulled away from the princess.
Just in time, the antidote evoked a dry cough from her lips and she straightened. When she opened her eyes, they locked with Chinedum’s but he quickly looked away.
“Princess!” Adaora rushed towards her.
“What about the stomach wound?” Uli fired rudely.
“I will apply the Ikele herbs. It would heal.” Adaora responded.
Chinedum felt comfortable and confused. He wasn’t a man that lost control easily. He made a mental note to stay away from the princess.
“This is my master and he has come to work with us. You can trust him.” Adaora went on to explain Chinedum’s mission to the princess. Uli was pleased that a man could be that courageous. She wished he could turn around and look at her.
“Do you plan to find the dagger by hiding between the rocks?” She called out to him.
Chinedum scoffed. She had a sharp tongue like Obiajulu.
“Is hiding between the rocks a bad thing?” He inhaled deeply and turned to face her.
Uli had a perfect idea and she didn’t waste time in sharing it.
“What if you follow us back to the palace? I could find you a hut to live. This would make your job easier.”
Adaora and her master were confused.
“How is that possible? The palace is heavily guarded,” Adaora reminded her.
“I guess you hate me so much. Chiemelie will strike me down.”
Uli felt bad that he thought she hated him.
“Um, if you come with us, I will show my brother my wound. I will tell him that I and Adaora were taking a walk towards the stream and a serpent attacked us. I will tell him of a stranger who showed kindness to his sister.”
That sounded plausible to Chinedum, but there was one problem.
“How do I disguise myself? He would ask about my land of origin?”
With the help of Adaora, Uli rose to her feet and limped towards him.
“My brother may be a devil, but I am his sister. Tell him anything you want but don’t mention Ezeudo. You shall swear his oath but eat of the Ikele herbs with us. On our way to the palace, we will reach a conclusion.”
Adaora noticed the way Uli warmed up to her master. It wasn’t the same treatment that the princess had given to her the first time she came. Adaora smiled as they walked away from the boundary, for the goddess had whispered in her ear. Chinedum was attracted to the princess. And the princess was fascinated by him.

TO BE CONTINUED

Source: Davina Diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 20
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 17, 2020, 01:35:34 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 20

Adaora noticed the way Uli warmed up to her master. It wasn’t the same treatment that the princess had given to her the first time she came. Adaora smiled as they walked away from the boundary, for the goddess had whispered in her ear. Chinedum was attracted to the princess. And the princess was fascinated by him.

“We don’t have a plan on how we’ll retrieve the dagger from the King’s palace.” Uli alerted the rest as they marched towards the palace. Adaora finally understood why the goddess had brought her to Amabara. She’d noticed the shyness in Princess Uli whenever she stole a glance at her master’s face. This was another confirmation that the gods had brought here for a reason.
“That’s a good thought. But don’t you think we should focus on how to make our story believable? We must convince your brother that we were in trouble and this kind man saved us.” Adaora replied.
Chinedum had been observing the paths of the Kingdom. He didn’t see it necessary to join the maidens in their conversation. While his ears were with them, his heart was for home. He thought about his little children and the stubborn woman whom he had left behind. He knew Obiajulu would be very unhappy with him, but he couldn’t have seen an opportunity to save Adaora and reject it.
“What do you think master?” Adaora turned to him.
“We do not have time to waste. The princess is right. We must find a way to retrieve Ituri’s knife as fast as we can. Don’t think for a minute that Chiemelie is a fool. He may believe our story for a short time, but we have to be quick.” Chinedum was determined to take the dagger from the palace and run with Adaora back home.
Uli admired his courage. Not many men would have genuine love for their slaves like Chinedum. He was a responsible man, fit enough for a princess. But her heart sank as she thought about his wife and children. She liked Chinedum already. Though he wouldn’t say a word to her, her spirit was drawn to him.
However, Uli didn’t want a man that already had a wife. She was a royalty and everything given to her had to be brand new. Perhaps the gods were wrong. Perhaps this wasn’t the man she had seen by the boundary in her vision.
“When do we go for the dagger?” Adaora whispered as they neared the palace.
Chinedum didn’t have any idea.
“What do you think princess?” He turned to Uli. He admired her for her smartness. Not many women would have this boldness to pursue justice. He loved that she fought on the right side. He also loved that she stood for what was right not minding the consequences of her action.
Uli smiled and stole a glance at his handsome face.
“Currently, the inhabitants of Amabara are taking their oath of allegiance. On the decree of the King, the oath-taking is to last for three days. This is the first day. We will wait. We will blend in. On the third night, we’ll find a way to reach the dagger. But I must warn you two, it is safeguarded and bound by many spells that only a supernatural can break.”
“Very well then, we shall try our luck or die trying…” Chinedum returned her smile.
As they reached the entrance of the palace, Princess Uli noticed that her mother, the Queen had been standing outside with some elders. From the look on their faces, they were talking about something important but she didn’t care.
“Where is my brother?” Uli barked at one of the guards.
“He is attending to some chiefs.” The guard returned with a bow. Uli licked her lips and stared at her mother once more. Something horrible had happened.
“What is going on?” She shifted closer to the guard, while her companions continued to stare.
The guard cleared his throat and announced that an abomination had just happened.
“This morning, some maidens had gone to the Amabara stream to fetch some water. They found a body by the bank. It seemed the person was attacked and dropped there. The chief priest, Igwekala has decreed that no one must drink or fetch from the stream for seven days.”
Uli was shocked, “So what would the people drink? We cannot go to the river, because the goddess of that river is very unfriendly. Children and women drown every year. There must be a way out.”
She quickly turned towards Adaora and Chinedum.
“Follow me…”
Chinedum noticed the concern that had glowed in her eyes as she talked about the stream. Though she was a princess, she still cared about the wellbeing of her people.
Efuru had been discussing the latest happening with the chiefs when she noticed her daughter walking in with a stranger. She recognized the moon goddess but not the other man. The Queen also noticed the bloodstain on Uli’s wrapper.
“My child, are you alright?” The Queen rushed towards the princess.
Though Uli wasn’t her favorite, she still loved her.
“What happened?” She asked.
Adaora licked her lips and prayed that her lies worked.
“After taking the oath, we decided to go for a walk. Out of nowhere some men attacked us. They shot the princess and were ready to molest me, but for this kind man who showed up at the right time…” Adaora gestured at Chinedum whose head was bowed.
The Queen and the elders were surprised at this story, but they believed it.

TO BE CONTINUED

Story by Davina diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 21
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 17, 2020, 01:40:22 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 21

“Oh my child, the gods have vindicated us!” She pulled the princess into her arms and gave her a warm a hug.
The elders shook hands with Chinedum and thanked him for saving the life of their princess and moon virgin.
“You have done well…” The Queen smiled at Chinedum after releasing her daughter.
“Thank you my Queen,” he bowed.
“What is your name stranger and where do you come from?” She ran her eyes over the man. The Queen found him very attractive; attractive enough for her Uli. She loved the fierceness of his dark eyes. He reminded her of her late husband, who had never showed fear even in the face of defeat.
Chinedum could feel the woman’s eyes all over him but in a good way. Naturally, there was an aura about him which caused many people to be drawn towards him. It was time to paint a profile which didn’t exist.
“You may call me Ezechi, I come from the land of Izi. I was travelling back to my hometown when I heard these maidens screaming for help.”
His story was plausible because Izi was the next land after Amabara.
“You are one of us then…come, let me show you to the King.” The Queen took his hands and led him away.
Uli couldn’t help but notice his firm legs; those were legs of a man who knew the names of sands and the beats of the forest. Those legs belonged to a man who understood the language of peace and the voices of war.
“It seems your mother has fallen in love with my master…” Adaora teased.
Uli swallowed and quickly pulled her eyes away from Chinedum’s backside.
“ I never knew the moon virgin had such a sharp tongue.” Uli scoffed.
The friends were still talking about Chinedum, when one of Uli’s maids stopped by.
“My princess, the woman has awoken.”
“What woman?” Uli wondered.
The maid, Nkolika, carefully explained that the body that had been found at the stream turned out to be female. At first, the Queen had wanted nothing doing with that problem, but when the woman sneezed and returned to life, the Queen decided to keep her for questioning.
“The gods be praised! Can she talk? Does she remember anything?” Uli inquired.
“Yes, she requested for some water. Her lips are badly cracked and she suffers from a terrible cut.”
Adaora pulled in a deep breath as she thought of the Ikele leaves in her possession. If this woman turned out to be a good person who had been attacked, she would help her. But if her spirit kicked against it, she wouldn’t.
“Can we see her?” Adaora asked.
“Yes we can.” Uli nodded.
The woman had been placed in an empty hut in the cluster of huts which belonged to the servants. Outside her room, two guards had been placed to keep watch. As the moon virgin and the princess neared the room, they heard sobs. The guards quickly moved to give the maidens way. With a swift push by the princess, the door flew wide open.
It was Adaora that spoke the woman’s name first.
“Oriaku?”
Chiemelie’s eyes were on the dagger next to him. He could feel the energy that rose from the object. It was a majestic piece and he was pleased to have it by his side. Due to the latest happening in the kingdom, he couldn’t go ahead with his plans. The sacrifice of the moon virgin was to be carried out after the oath taking, but things were on pause until the land was cleansed.
“Tell me oracle of the gods, is there no way we can move on with the oath-taking? It’s not like the woman in question is dead. How does her presence at the stream defile that water body?” He asked.
Igwekala sat by the foot of the throne. He was a white garment which was studded with pieces of glazing stones and cowries. His legs were crossed as he stared at the reddish Kolanuts before him.
“Do you doubt the ways of the gods? They are supreme…” He replied the King after consulting with the spirits in operation.
Chiemelie sighed.
“I just can’t wait to wield this knife. I will cut through Ikemba’s cursed belly. I will feed his bones to the dogs and his flesh to the vultures. I will bring death to all those who stand against me.”
“You must be patient. All our dreams shall manifest at the right time.” The oracle encouraged.
Chiemelie watched as the chiefs-in-council began to leave. The oracle rose to join them, but not before leaving a final message.
“In all that you do, listen to the inner workings of you. The dogs are near, more than we expected.” The older man bowed before the king and strolled out of the room of meeting.
It was a short time after his exit, which his mother walked in with a tall stranger who reminded him of the man he hated most. Without knowing who this man was, Chiemelie began to resent him. But he quickly shook it off and reminded himself that the stranger only resembled Ikemba and wasn’t his exact representation.
“My King,” his mother called sweetly.
“Mother…” Chiemelie dragged lazily from the throne.
Chinedum bowed even though he hated doing it. This was the first time that he was coming face to face with the man who intended to kill his cousin. Chiemelie had innocent features. His eyes were clear and calm; no mischief could be read there. Obviously, he was a charmer, so many would want to be close to him without knowing the evil branch that sprouted in his heart.
“This man here from Izi, saved your sister and the moon virgin from some bandits. He must be rewarded for his kind acts before continuing his journey back home.” The Queen then went into details about everything that had happened.
Though Chiemelie was impressed with the story, he was careful not to show it. There was something about this man that unsettled him. It kept him wondering and at unrest. Was he evil?
“Does the man who saved my sister have a name?”
“I am Ezechi, the son of Izu of Izi. I am a traveler. I was on my way when I heard the maidens calling for help.”
“Ezechi, son of Izu from Izi…” Chiemelie repeated the words.
“Yes, my King,” Chinedum bowed. If he knew the King doubted him, he was careful to hide his emotions.
“You are welcome to stay in my palace as long as you want. But you must pledge allegiance to me because I will be the greatest king in no time. Once I conquer Ezeudo, Izi will swear allegiance to me. I will need an insider then…”
Chinedum wasn’t given any time to think. Chiemelie raised the garment he wore and pushed out his legs. Chinedum understood what this meant. He knew he had to kiss the feet or he would get into trouble.
“Kiss the feet and take notice of the dagger for he plans to change it! He doesn’t trust you!” A still voice whispered in Chinedum’s mind. Unknown to him, he was being watched by Ikemba’s spirit. They were all being watched but they were oblivious of the other presence.
Chinedum clenched his jaw and marched towards the throne. He ran his eyes over the dagger and took note of the three golden stripes at the handle. He fell to his knees and dropped his lips upon the King’s feet.

TO BE CONTINUED

Story by Davina diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 22
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 18, 2020, 03:49:12 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 22

Although he hadn’t loved his wife for a very long time, Anosike was plagued with guilt for what he had done to her. Oriaku had tried her best to win his heart, to keep his love but her love wasn’t enough. Days had passed since the death and disappearance of his wife, and nobody had noticed. Oriaku’s absence wouldn’t be unnoticed for too long. She was a good woman and many of the kingdom dwellers loved her. If they had gotten wind of his affair with Obiajulu, he would’ve been greatly hated throughout the seven villages that made up Ezeudo. His wounds had healed perfectly now, and he could stand on his feet.
“May the gods be merciful…” His lips shivered in fear. His heart was heavy as he considered all his misdeeds in the past. Oriaku deserved proper treatment, yet his mistress had treated her body like that of a bush animal. Even bush animals were skinned with dignity.
The King had sent for him. The news of his farmers defiling women had spread like wildfire through the kingdom. Perhaps, the gods were punishing him for what he had done to his wife. A strong fear entered into him which he couldn’t fight. He needed to speak to Obiajulu. He had made up his mind to confront her and end their liaison which never benefitted him. He was prepared for the outcome of this decision.
As he considered the possible outcomes, he heard a knock on the door. At first, he had wanted to ignore it but he shrugged and moved to open it. Surprisingly, it was Okeke his friend. A wave of guilt washed over Anosike as he recalled how Obiajulu had suggested the elimination of Okeke. There was something evil about that woman. Oriaku had always warned him about her, but his lustfulness had blinded him to her true nature.
“My good friend, how long it has been!” Okeke wore a glee smile on his face. He walked into the hut with two kegs of palm wine without invitation.
Anosike was happy to see Okeke. He realized that since his affair with Obiajulu blossomed, he had not spent much time with his friends, especially Chinedum.
“You are welcome Okeke,” Anosike forced a smile, as he tried very hard to cloud his anxiety.
Okeke gently dropped both kegs of palm wine on the floor.
“I present this to you. Initially, I had tapped for two but I learned that Chinedum isn’t around. You must be discreet about this information.”
Anosike raised a brow, “Where is he?”
“I paid a visit to his house. I met his in-law, Ifeyinwa, who told me about it.”
“Oh…” Anosike nodded. He couldn’t believe that Chinedum would leave without telling him. His heart skipped as he considered the possibility of Chinedum knowing about his affair with Obiajulu.
As Anosike pondered, Okeke observed that his best friend was acting out of character. Usually, Anosike was vivacious or grumpy. But this version of the great farmer seemed timid like a bush rabbit. His eyes were filled with wonder and sadness.
“I know that you are worried about your farm. But I do not think Ikemba is an inconsiderate man. He will not take your lands from you.” Okeke had a feeling that Anosike’s mood was related to the trending news of his workers. According to the law of the land, the King had the right to seize any land where evil was being perpetuated.
Anosike wished that could be the bane of his worries. He wished Oriaku could return to life. He wished everything could go back to the beginning. He regretted ever desiring a married woman; his friend’s wife.
“Thank you for your kind words.” He nodded.
Okeke settled on a stool. He had a feeling that Anosike was keeping something from him. He had known this man for many years now.
“Um, what about Oriaku? Where is that good woman?” Okeke smiled.
This question worsened his anxiety. Anosike’s hands began to vibrate. Sweat gathered at the tower of his nose. It was his strong will that prevented his voice from being shaky.
“She is well. She has gone to…she travelled to see her people.” He cut in.
“Hmmm,” Okeke rubbed his beard.
“Why do you stare at me like I stole something?” Anosike scoffed.
Okeke smacked his hands together and rose to his feet. He could tell that Anosike wasn’t being truthful.
“I have known you for many years. I know you are hiding something. I hope that woman isn’t pregnant for you.” He waved a finger over Anosike’s face.
Anosike swallowed and pushed the finger away.
“What woman?” He pretended not to know.
“Obiajulu of course! That woman is evil and would bring you bad luck. I hope you have stopped seeing her.”
Anosike couldn’t fight with Okeke this time, because he knew that his friend had been right all along. But he had been too adamant to listen. He felt ashamed of his actions.
“I have heard you Okeke.” He smiled.
“Ah! This one that you aren’t arguing with me today, I hope everything is alright?” Okeke thought this strange.
“My mind is on the King’s verdict. I will do as you have said.”
As Okeke walked out of the hut, Anosike escorted him outside. The men talked about the disappearance of Adaora. They talked about the people of Amabara and their evil King. Their conversation came to an end when Okeke mounted on his bicycle. As he drove away, Anosike sighed with relief. He felt better after talking to Okeke. Now he would find a way to make things right no matter what it would cost him. He had already lost his god-given wife. What more could he lose?
He crossed his arms against his chest, like a man in mourning.
“If only I had been contented!”
He was about retreating to the hut when the scent of her evil nature wafted into his nostrils. In the past, her fragrance was like an aphrodisiac. It got him excited. It drugged his senses but it was over now. The spell was gone and he was totally free.
“My darling…” Obiajulu had carefully watched the environment before bellowing her presence.
He responded with a deadly stare and silence.
“Good morning,” she smiled and marched towards him. She missed her lover and had come to announce that they would’ve ample time to themselves now that Chinedum was away.
“What are you doing here Obiajulu? You only complicate things for us by constantly showing up at my house uninvited. What do you want to achieve with this unruly behavior?” He couldn’t hold his anger any longer.
She froze in shock. She had witnessed his temper, but it had never been directed towards her.
“Are you angry with me? You are supposed to be happy that I have come…” She fixed her golden eyes on him.
She had taken special care to moisturize her skin with some leaves. She had nourished her skin with coconut oil and shea butter. That wasn’t enough. She had worn the finest beads that he had gotten for her from a popular foreign market. Her feet had been designed with light pink clay. She had expected him to draw her close and give her a calming kiss while she thought of the best punishment for her husband.
“Why should I be happy to see you? You killed my wife and you intend to kill me. We shouldn’t continue with this abomination. It is over between us.” He walked away from her before she could say anything else.
Obiajulu was deeply hurt. She couldn’t believe that Anosike would talk to her like a common slave. Tears rushed down her cheeks as she watched him leave.
“You ungrateful bastard!” She called out to him carelessly, oblivious of the power of the wind. Like the birds of the air, and walls of houses, the wind could carry words.
How could Anosike change overnight? She hadn’t known that Oriaku’s death would hurt him this much. His reaction confirmed her deepest fear; he was only using her to warm his bed. She felt like a fool for going out of her way to love him. At first, she’d wanted to walk away, but she decided to face Anosike. With long strides, she went after him until she reached the hut.
“You are a fool!” She launched her palm towards him but he dodged and held onto it.
“Don’t ever lay your filthy hands on me!” He barked.
She could feel the saltiness of her tears by now.
“How could you turn against me? How could you forget our love and the passion we shared? I sacrificed my marriage and my husband’s love for you. I killed that miserable woman to set you free, for us to love boundlessly. What crime did I commit?”
Anosike scoffed and released her hand.
“We should never have shared any love or passion. It was wrong from the beginning. That wasn’t love. That was lust and we will both be punished. Oriaku was the perfect woman for me, but I was blinded…”
Her skin crawled as she realized he still honored his wife even in death. She found it difficult to believe that Anosike would betray her.
“Please…don’t do this.” She fell on her knees. How could she live without him? She had conditioned her mind to love him always.
“You are wasting your time Obiajulu. If you ever show your face here, I will have no option but to confess to Chinedum. You have wrecked enough havoc. I will tell my wife’s people that she went to the stream and got missing. That should end that matter. You must rise and be on your way.”
As he walked away from her, a soft breeze touched his face. Anosike walked towards the King’s palace like a freeman. He was free because he was on the path of straightening his crooked ways.
“No! This isn’t happening,” Obiajulu’s head dropped on the hard ground as she realized that her world was falling apart. She had mistreated Chinedum. She had played with his feelings and manipulated him. Perhaps, this was the reason he had refused to trust her with his secret mission.
Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. When she was totally weak from crying, she untied her wrapper and used it to clean her face. Her eyeballs were reddish and swollen. Moisture dripped from her nostrils. She wiped them all away.
“I will regain my dignity, no matter the cost!” She swore underneath her breath. With determination, she strolled out of Anosike’s hut, but not without casting one last glance at the home of the man she had fallen in love with and had once loved her.
As she stepped into a path, she heard someone address her.
“You never cared about the information…”
It was Ifeoma the palace maid. Obiajulu bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming at the fool. Though she was interested in her husband’s whereabouts, she was more interested in visiting the oracle of the water deity. She remembered being taken there as a young girl before her marriage with Chinedum had been consummated. It was her mother that had taken her to the shrine of the goddess where she had offered some sacrifices. After her marriage was blessed with the first child, she saw no need to return there. But life wasn’t an easy journey. She had encountered an obstacle in Anosike. It was an obstacle that needed to be removed.
“Oh please! I do not have any cowries to give to you. If you know anything about my husband, just say it or you keep it to yourself.” Obiajulu blasted her.
Ifeoma was surprised.
“For one who seeks information, you are very rude. The information is important but we must trade.”
Obiajulu pulled in a deep breath.
“Fine, will you leave me alone after this?” She quickly untied the waist bead that Anosike had purchased for her and handed it to the maiden.
Ifeoma had always sold information with the hope of receiving a few cowries. She had never received such an expensive gift.
“Why are you giving this to me?” She was shocked.
“Do you want it or not?” Obiajulu was growing impatient.
Ifeoma quickly composed herself.
“Your husband is at Amabara on the King’s command. His duty is to retrieve the sacred and ancient dagger of Ituri, the moon goddess. He is also to rescue Adaora.”
“What?” Obiajulu moved back.
How could the King send her husband on a mission to save Adaora?

TO BE CONTINUED

Story by Davina diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 23
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 18, 2020, 03:52:20 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 23

“No…I must do something to stop this!” She shook her head.
“I don’t understand, to stop what?” Ifeoma searched the woman’s eyes.
Obiajulu turned away without answering. As she marched towards the hidden path to the shrine, she found it difficult to shake away the images of Chinedum making love to Adaora. She had always had her fears about that slave girl.
“Now I must take her life for good. I shall cast a spell on Chinedum. He is my husband. He will love me for the rest of my life.”
“The great lion of Ezeudo!” A sharp voice cracked the wall of silence that had built up in the king’s palace. Ikemba had been lost in the spirit realm, but at the call of his name he returned to reality. He shifted uncomfortably as he realized that he had fallen asleep on the throne. He had lost time. He had been caught up in another world.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the day. He searched the palace for the person that had sung his praise. It was then that he found the oracle of the gods standing at the entrance of the throne room. From the look of things, today was a good day for her. Instead of the normal reddish garments that she wore, the oracle wore a white dress. Her feet were adorned with red dye and her dreadlocks were decorated with snake shells.
“The oracle of the gods,” Ikemba acknowledged her presence.
While she had been worshipping at the shrine, the gods had revealed something quite mysterious to her. She had fallen into a trance. The gods had shown her an evil tree that sprouted at the frontage of Chinedum’s compound. It had many pods and its seed were eaten by the birds of the air and the ground.
“Something bothers me, my king.” She lowered herself to the ground and settled there.
“What is that?” Ikemba’s brows came together.
Slowly, she pulled out five cowries from the bag she carried and tossed it upon the ground. The cowries tumbled upon each other.
“I had a very disturbing revelation. How well do you trust your cousin?” She sighed. Her spirit had always welcomed Chinedum, the hunter. He was a good man. And he showed kindness to the people, little could be said about his wife.
Ikemba hadn’t told the oracle about his plans with Chinedum. No one knew about the mission. Could Chinedum change his mind and fight on Chiemelie’s side? No, he trusted his cousin with all his life.
“I trust him completely. Tell me, what did the gods reveal?” Ikemba leaned forward as if searching for the answers at the place where the cowries met each other.
The oracle didn’t know how to deliver the message because she knew how close the King was to his cousin. But she couldn’t keep it to herself. The gods had revealed it to her so she could tell the King all about it.
“I was taken to an evil tree which grew at the frontage of your cousin’s house. It had many pods and all kinds of birds ate from it. The gods made me understand that this tree if not cut down, shall corrupt the land. I don’t know what to make out of this dream…” She paused.
Ikemba raised a brow as he pondered on it. If the tree grew at Chinedum’s compound, it meant that something evil was going on there.
“What if it is not Chinedum himself that is evil? What if someone in his family is the carrier of the evil seed? We must not be too quick to assume. Maybe we should consult the gods more on this matter.” The King said.
The oracle agreed completely with him. He was tempted to tell her about the secret mission, but he decided to keep it to himself. He trusted Chinedum with everything, but if he turned out to be a betrayer, Ikemba knew that the gods would punish him by themselves.
“The great lion of Ezeudo!” A sharp voice cracked the wall of silence that had built up in the king’s palace. Ikemba had been lost in the spirit realm, but at the call of his name he returned to reality. He shifted uncomfortably as he realized that he had fallen asleep on the throne. He had lost time. He had been caught up in another world.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the day. He searched the palace for the person that had sung his praise. It was then that he found the oracle of the gods standing at the entrance of the throne room. From the look of things, today was a good day for her. Instead of the normal reddish garments that she wore, the oracle wore a white dress. Her feet were adorned with red dye and her dreadlocks were decorated with snake shells.
“The oracle of the gods,” Ikemba acknowledged her presence.
While she had been worshipping at the shrine, the gods had revealed something quite mysterious to her. She had fallen into a trance. The gods had shown her an evil tree that sprouted at the frontage of Chinedum’s compound. It had many pods and its seed were eaten by the birds of the air and the ground.
“Something bothers me, my king.” She lowered herself to the ground and settled there.
“What is that?” Ikemba’s brows came together.
Slowly, she pulled out five cowries from the bag she carried and tossed it upon the ground. The cowries tumbled upon each other.
“I had a very disturbing revelation. How well do you trust your cousin?” She sighed. Her spirit had always welcomed Chinedum, the hunter. He was a good man. And he showed kindness to the people, little could be said about his wife.
Ikemba hadn’t told the oracle about his plans with Chinedum. No one knew about the mission. Could Chinedum change his mind and fight on Chiemelie’s side? No, he trusted his cousin with all his life.
“I trust him completely. Tell me, what did the gods reveal?” Ikemba leaned forward as if searching for the answers at the place where the cowries met each other.
The oracle didn’t know how to deliver the message because she knew how close the King was to his cousin. But she couldn’t keep it to herself. The gods had revealed it to her so she could tell the King all about it.
“I was taken to an evil tree which grew at the frontage of your cousin’s house. It had many pods and all kinds of birds ate from it. The gods made me understand that this tree if not cut down, shall corrupt the land. I don’t know what to make out of this dream…” She paused.
Ikemba raised a brow as he pondered on it. If the tree grew at Chinedum’s compound, it meant that something evil was going on there.
“What if it is not Chinedum himself that is evil? What if someone in his family is the carrier of the evil seed? We must not be too quick to assume. Maybe we should consult the gods more on this matter.” The King said.
The oracle agreed completely with him. He was tempted to tell her about the secret mission, but he decided to keep it to himself. He trusted Chinedum with everything, but if he turned out to be a betrayer, Ikemba knew that the gods would punish him by themselves.
While the King watched, the oracle gathered the cowries into her palms and began to stare at them. Her lips mumbled in a silent call and prayer to the gods. Soon, her eyes were closed so she could communicate effectively with the spirit world. Coincidentally, a gentle breeze began to blow. It increased as her mumbling increased. Even the King couldn’t resist the presence of the spirits.
“You are welcome!” He called to the wind.
The oracle’s palms vibrated as she prayed for a clear revelation. The gods rarely spoke to her in parables. She prayed for a revelation in clear language that she would understand easily. Just as she was about to give up on her prayer, a sharp pain cut through her heart and the cowries scattered from her palms. Her breathing was slowed, her heart raced.
Her spirit soured into the wind and her soul was taken by the gods for a clearer vision. The oracle floated in the air like the wind goddess. Her locks were no longer tied together, they dangled along with the wind. She was taken through a quiet path filled with stones and thistles. People had lived here before, but they migrated to other parts of Ezeudo when the land lost its fertility. The only trees that grew here were bush mango trees and tall grasses. The land had been declared cursed.
“Where are you taking me to?” The oracle wondered in spirit.
She floated past the abandoned land and went deeper into a vegetative land that lay next to it. She didn’t need a revelation to know that there was a water body around here. The trees that grew here were surrounded by green ferns and flowers. The scent of earth was very strong, as much as the scent of water. The oracle wondered why the gods were bringing her to the ancient river of Mmiriulo. It was the river of an abandoned goddess that had been worshipped long time ago. The people of Ezeudo had desecrated the shrine and turned to Amadioha and the gods of the higher realm. The ancient water goddess of Mmiriulo had been an impulsive and angry being. With the powers that Ala had bestowed upon her, she killed and made people to drown at will. When the casualties had become too much, the people had rejected the goddess and stopped visiting her river.
The oracle floated through the muddy paths until she arrived at the river bank. She noticed some canoes and small huts far away from the bank. She was a bit surprised because she hadn’t thought anyone still lived there. She ran her eyes over the stale looking river and the wild flowers that grew by its sides.
“She has returned!” An old woman’s voice ran from one of the huts. When the old woman stepped out of the hut, the oracle shrieked when she realized that it was Amumma, the oracle of the water goddess who had been banished long time ago.
She tied a white wrapper on her waist. Her breasts were left to the view of nature. She drew white circles on her forehead. She had a devious smile as she marched towards the bank of the river. Two young women accompanied her; each carrying a basketful of palm fruits and also tying white wrappers.
“You have returned to your place of birth, Obiajulu, daughter of Anwulika!”
The oracle swirled around to see the person that was being addressed.
“Please have mercy on me mother. I know I have sinned for not keeping to my promise but I need you now. I need you to stand by my side or I will lose everything…” The desperate woman sank her knees to the wet ground.

TO BE CONTINUED

Story by Davina diares

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 24
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 18, 2020, 03:55:14 AM

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At this point, thunder clapped and the clouds began to race. When the oracle turned around, her heart skipped as she realized that Chinedum’s wife had come to consult the forbidden goddess.
“You come to me when all hope is lost. When there was hope and you were eating and growing fat, where did you keep me?” Amumma scorned. She remembered Obiajulu vividly. Before her marriage into the royal family, her mother had brought her to the river for a bath. Seven rituals had been carried out so she could give birth to sons and daughters; the rituals had also been to capture her husband’s heart completely. But Obiajulu had failed to keep to her promise.
Many hours had passed and Adaora remained totally speechless. She couldn’t believe a word that Anosike’s wife had spoken. It was unbelievable that Obiajulu could be that wicked.
“It seems you do not believe me…” Oriaku sobbed.
Adaora pulled in a deep breath, “I know she is a cruel woman but I didn’t know she was cheating on her husband. I didn’t know she had tried to kill you.”
Oriaku shrugged, she couldn’t blame the moon virgin for not believing her.
“I had known for a long time that my husband’s heart wasn’t with me anymore. I felt it deep within. Anosike’s love had been bought by another woman. It was Okeke that revealed the identity of the woman. At first, I found it difficult to believe just as you. But I once saw them in the farm. Obiajulu is a very wicked woman and she has blinded my husband. I must return and tell Ikemba about them.”
At the mention of the King’s name, Adaora’s heart fluttered. She realized that she hadn’t seen his face in her dreams for a while. She had also not thought about him. All her attention had been on how to retrieve the sacred dagger from Amabara. Her heart softened as she thought of the man the gods had destined her to be with.
“What is that smile?” Oriaku noticed the glow of affection in Adaora’s eyes.
“Nothing,” Adaora blushed.
If not for the wound that was very slow in healing, Oriaku would’ve laughed at Adaora.
“From the first night I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. I am happy that I didn’t maltreat you. Soon, you will be the Queen of Ezeudo and I shall be the Queen’s friend.” She managed a weak smile.
Adaora couldn’t help but laugh. She rested her head on the shoulder of the wounded woman.
“All our dreams shall come to pass.”
Oriaku agreed with her.
“Obiajulu was very certain that she’d killed me. I found myself by the river bank at midnight. One of the fishermen had seen me. At first, he had thought me an evil spirit trying to lure him into a trap, but the gods blessed his heart and he took me into his canoe. My mind was blank after that. I woke up beside the river of Amabara, I don’t know how I got here. Perhaps, the gods brought me here for a reason.”
Adaora sighed, “What on earth did she want to achieve by killing you? Surely the gods of Ezeudo aren’t dead. She has committed a grievous offence and she would pay for it.”
Oriaku smiled knowing that Obiajulu would be severely punished for her crime.
“Obiajulu is a very selfish and wicked woman. When she first got married to Chinedum, there were rumors that she trapped him inside a calabash. She has her husband’s heart in her palms, and I know she must have bewitched Anosike as well.”
Adaora cringed as she remembered her first night at Oriaku’s house. Adaora had lost respect for the farmer for beating his wife like an animal. She felt angrier as she realized that Oriaku hadn’t wronged him. Her only crime was speaking against his illicit affair with Obiajulu.
“The gods would vindicate you.” Adaora warmed the woman’s heart with her words.
“Thank you for your words.”
Adaora knew the next information she was about to share would shock Oriaku, but it would guide her decision concerning Obiajulu’s matter.
“There’s something I want to tell you,” Adaora rose to her feet and walked towards the entrance of the hut.
“What is that?” The woman searched Adaora’s eyes.
“I am the moon virgin…” Adaora began but Oriaku cut her short.
“I know who you are, Adaora. You are blessed by the gods. You are destined for a great King. I know that you have powers and you can see the future and read minds.”
Adaora nodded, though that wasn’t what she had wanted to say.
“When I was kidnapped, I spent a lot of time questioning the gods until I realized that they had brought me to retrieve the sacred dagger of Ituri. I cannot do that on my own, so the King sent my master to assist me.” She paused to let the words sink in.
It took Oriaku a while to understand the implication of Adaora’s explanation.
“Chinedum is here?” Her lips shivered.
“Yes, he is.” Adaora nodded.
Oriaku gritted her teeth as she thought of Chinedum’s wife and all the atrocities she had committed towards her.
“I will not tell him about his evil wife until our mission is done here. I will expose Obiajulu once we reach Ezeudo.”
Adaora released the breath she held. She had been worried that Oriaku would make a scene which could distract Chinedum from retrieving the dagger.
“Thank you, nneoma.” Adaora bowed.
“Let me leave you to rest. You need all the strength because we may be leaving for Ezeudo sooner than we expected.”
Oriaku thanked the moon virgin for spending time with her before lying on the bamboo bed which was provided for her. She felt relieved knowing that someone else had shared her burden. As she closed her eyes, the only face she saw was Obiajulu’s. She couldn’t wait to return to Ezeudo.
Princess Uli had left the moon virgin with the strange woman; she had observed they needed privacy. Uli had nothing to keep her preoccupied while waiting for Adaora, so she had decided to indulge in one of her habits. Her servants had been hesitant to provide her with a knife and pieces of wood knowing how angry the Queen would be. Uli had always stood out from the other princesses. While the others loved to adorn their skin with the latest herbs to make it glow and spend their days looking at the mirror, Uli had no time for that. She was already bestowed with a natural beauty that was difficult to compete with.
She loved to stroll through the village to know how the people were faring. Perhaps, this was the reason that some Kingdom dwellers were drawn to her than her cruel brother. If she wasn’t strolling, she was sacrificing and worshipping at the royal shrine. When she wasn’t doing that, Princess Uli loved to carve some figures using wood; a habit that her mother condemned.
“Why do you behave like a man when you aren’t one? You are a princess in the name of the gods! Why would you carve?” Her mother always disapproved of her hobby which she considered a talent.
Uli usually ignored the woman, until the Queen grew weary of nagging.
As her fingers worked the knife, pieces of the bark she was peeling fell to the ground. She hummed a song as she carved. Unknown to her, the stranger from Ezeudo had just finished with her brother; he paused in his steps and watched as she carved.
After swearing an oath to King Chiemelie, Chinedum had stepped out of the palace. He had searched everywhere for Adaora and the Princess to tell them the latest development. There was no better time to steal the dagger than within the seven days that had been declared for the cleansing of the kingdom. He was fully prepared to do whatever it would cost to take the dagger. He had promised to lay down his life for Ezeudo, and he was willing to die if it came to that.
“Ouch!” Uli winced as the knife dug into her skin. Blood gushed out from the wounded finger. She bit her lip and quickly rose to her feet. She couldn’t let the Queen see her.
“Why am I having so many wounds?” She exclaimed angrily.
Chinedum rushed forward as he noticed that she had cut herself.
“Princess!” He covered the distance between them.
She licked her lips and smiled as she stared into his eyes. They were darker than she had noticed, even broodier. It seems he carried all the burden of the world in those eyes.
As he stared at her, something within him stirred. Chinedum quickly looked away. There was a growing attraction to Uli but he had to fight it. He reminded himself that he had a wife at home who was waiting patiently for him with his children. He loved Obiajulu with all of his heart and he wasn’t willing to share his heart with another woman. As he took the Princess’ finger, he made a mental note to stay away from her.
“I never knew a woman could carve,” he observed the level of the cut.
Uli scoffed, “Why do men think women are that uninterested in some crafts
He adored her more after her question. Chinedum observed that Uli didn’t have the attitude of a typical princess. She wasn’t lazy or soft. She was full of determination and courage.
“I have some potions that would alleviate your pain.” He was about taking off his bag when Adaora found them. Adaora noticed the pain in the eyes of Uli.
“I am so sorry about your wound but we must find a place and talk. We don’t have much time left.”
While Chinedum cleaned the wound with some leaves he fetched from the forest while hunting, Adaora made some suggestions that would help them retrieve the dagger.
“I think we should strike tomorrow night. While the palace is quiet, we would go into the throne room and take the dagger. When we are through, we’ll scurry through the bush paths until we reach home.” She suggested.
“That is a good plan but the King made me swear allegiance to him,” Chinedum announced.
“That wouldn’t be a problem. You will eat of the Ikele leaves. It would protect you from the repercussions of the oath.” Uli advised.
The Princess liked Adaora’s plan, but she knew it wouldn’t work.
“My brother is no fool. Don’t think for one minute that he trusts you completely,” She turned to Chinedum.
“Chiemelie isn’t only evil, he takes after my mother’s crafty nature. For every plan that he comes up with, he has seven other plans to back it up. Retrieving the dagger of Ituri would be more tasking than what you have described. We cannot do it on our own. We will need extra help. This is a matter of life and death, so we must be totally prepared for what is to come.”
Adaora and Chinedum realized that they had to rely completely on Princess Uli.
“We will strike on the third night. But before then, I will put some things in place…” She pulled her hands away from Chinedum as the touch of his hands was beginning to send sparks into her fragile body.
“What can we do to help?” Chinedum asked.
Uli shrugged, “We have to call the gods for help.”
When the princess was gone, Adaora turned to Chinedum and informed him of Oriaku’s presence.
“What is she doing here?” It sounded very odd.
Adaora clicked her tongue. She’d wanted to answer, “Why not ask your friend and your wife?” But she decided to hold her tongue for the right time.
“She is the woman that was found by the water. We must leave Amabara as fast we can else they may sacrifice her on the seventh day.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Story by Davina diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 25
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 18, 2020, 03:58:16 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 25

“Please, I beg of you. There is a great fire that would soon consume my household. It is the fire of shame and destruction. I need you to help me. I am ready to do anything you want.” She rubbed her palms together.
The old woman scoffed, “You come to me because your husband’s heart is no longer with you. You come to me when Anosike has abandoned you. You are a shameless woman!”
Obiajulu began to cry at this point. She had come to the shrine for help and not for more rebuke.
“I know all these already! I know that I have erred. But how long would I plead for my sins? I know that I have sinned against you mother, but you must help me out. My mother’s soul would be glad that you did…” Obiajulu buried her head on the wrinkled feet of the woman.
The old woman grimaced.
“Don’t use your mother’s soul to pacify me, daughter of Anwulika. You abandoned me like the rest of Ezeudo. I bore the punishment of your rejection. How can I trust you another time?”
Obiajulu raised her head, “You must bring my husband’s heart to me. You must drop his heart in the middle of my palms. You must make Anosike run mad for the way he treated me. And you must kill my slave girl…” She said all these in a rush.
The woman laughed, “Do you know what you are asking for?”
Obiajulu didn’t reply.
“You can do anything. Please, you must help me out.” She begged.
The old woman stared at the river before saying another word. She communed with the river goddess in her mind.
“I cannot kill the slave girl. The goddess tells me that she is to be untouched. I cannot bring back your husband’s love because his heart is already beating for another. But I can make Anosike mad…” The woman began to laugh as she saw a vision of Obiajulu dragging Oriaku’s body to a river. The woman before her was a terrible being, but she would help her anyway.
Obiajulu gritted her teeth as she thought about Chinedum.
“Please…you have to give me his heart. Please…”
“You are a very greedy woman Obiajulu. You once bought his love but you trampled it. You cheated on Anosike and attempted to kill his wife. Mmiliulo could be an impulsive and mischievous goddess but she is not one to give injustice.”
Suddenly, the old woman’s eyes were charged with a golden flame as the spirit of the goddess had taken possession of her.
“Your husband would never love you again. You are a vile woman!” The woman sneered at her.
Obiajulu began to shiver as she realized that the odds were against her.
“Please…he must never find out that I cheated on him.”
“HAHAHA!” The woman laughed.
“Very well then, you have come to the place for your justice.”
Before Obiajulu could sense what was happening, the old woman stepped away from her serving girls and touched her forehead swiftly. A warm sensation ran through her and it felt like she had been kissed by fire. The warmness vanished and was quickly replaced by a burning sensation which spread through her entire body.
“What is happening to me?” Obiajulu ran her hands over her skin but that only made it worse.
The burning sensation travelled from her legs to her torso and stopped at her temple. Before she could lay another complained, she felt a sharp pain in her eyes. This was followed by blurred vision.
“Amumma! What have you done?” Obiajulu rose to her feet.
“What needs to be done to someone like you!” The woman shifted back.
Obiajulu was about to launch a slap at the old fool when everything turned black. She found it difficult to see because she had just lost her sight.
“No! I cannot see!!!” She screamed with everything in her.
“Lead her to the middle of the Kingdom. She would be found by a kind stranger until she reaches home. Her punishment shall remain forever. She would wish for death, but death would not find her.” The old priestess gave orders to her girls.
The oracle was too stunned to say anything as she realized that the poisonous tree at the entrance of Chinedum’s compound was Obiajulu.
“What a terrible woman!”
“I feel another presence here. Show yourself!” Amumma scooped some sand by the river bank and tossed it into the air.
The oracle couldn’t hide anymore. Slowly, the veil between the spirit world and the physical world was torn.
“What do you want in my territory?” The old woman staggered as she realized who had come. The father of the oracle in conglomeration with the elders of the village had banished her and burnt the old shrine.
“I come in peace. I was brought here by the gods. I shall leave now,” the oracle whispered.
The old woman nodded and bowed.
“Go in peace!”
The King had been afraid that the spirit of the oracle was completely gone when her body had fallen on the ground. But she sneezed almost immediately the thought crossed his mind.
“I know the evil tree! The gods have brought her justice!”
“Who is the evil tree?” Ikemba leaned forward.
The oracle guffawed as she searched the faces of her cowries.
“You wouldn’t believe a word of what the gods have revealed.”
“Tell me!” Ikemba held his heart in his mouth, hoping that Chinedum wasn’t the evil tree.
The oracle sighed, “Obiajulu is the evil tree. She and Anosike have defiled the land with their atrocities. They have been sleeping with each other. When Oriaku discovered what her husband was doing behind her, she confronted him and got stabbed by Obiajulu. Together, they dragged her body to the river, hoping she was dead. But the gods aren’t unjust. She lives!”
Ikemba was stunned as he watched the oracle relate what she had seen.
“How is this possible? How can that vain woman cheat on my cousin? He has loved her all these years and has been faithful to her.”
“She stole his heart with some rituals. She still sacrifices to Mmiriulo, the forbidden goddess of Ezeudo.”
Ikemba rose at once.
“Enough! Obiajulu must pay for her crime.”
“The gods have already begun their justice,” the oracle tossed her cowries on the ground.
After his quarrel with Obiajulu, Anosike had headed towards the palace with some farmers who bore harvests for the King. He knew that his men had erred, but he knew that Ikemba was a merciful King. He was ready to plead on their behalf.
While Ikemba circled the throne room, he heard his guards barking orders. When he raised his head, his blood boiled as he realized that Anosike had come.
“Let him in!” Ikemba stepped out of the throne room and ordered the guards.
From the look of things, Anosike thought that he was welcomed. Eagerly, he marched towards the King with his farmers along many baskets.
“May you live long great Lion of Ezeudo!” He bowed his head.
Ikemba clenched his fists and stared at the foolish man. He didn’t deserve a good woman like Oriaku. A man that slept with his friend’s wife lacked honor for himself and for his friend. He was the lowest of all men.
“Anosike, the great farmer,” the King praised him as well.
Gladly, the farmer rose to his feet wearing a confident smile upon his face.
“We have come bearing gifts. These are the finest produce from my barns. I hope the King is pleased.” Anosike offered another bow.
Ikemba nodded and raised his staff.
“I will accept your gift but I’d like to see your wife. My mother has missed her.”
Anosike felt a sharp pain in his chest. The King’s desire to see Oriaku had unsettled him.
“Um, she…um, she travelled to see her people.” He replied.
Ikemba shrugged, “Surely, you can send some of your men to bring her back. I must see her before nightfall.” Ikemba’s eyes were on the man’s face the whole time. It was obvious that Anosike had a lot to hide for he could no longer hold the gaze of the King.
There was no need of wasting time. Ikemba snapped his fingers.
“Take this man to the dungeons. He shall be brought out when Chinedum returns.”
The basket Anosike carried fell from his hands.
“No, I don’t understand my offence. All I came here to do was make peace with my King.”
“I know. But sometimes what Kings truly desire is war.”
“What is my offence?” Anosike struggled with the guards.
Ikemba turned his back on the evil man. He hadn’t taken more than three steps when he heard loud screaming of female voices. He paused and swirled around. Just in time, Ifeoma, one of his servants rushed in.
“Why is there so much screaming?” The King barked at her.
In a rush of breath, Ifeoma’s knees sank to the ground.
“My King, you will not believe this.”
“Obiajulu, the daughter of Anwuli and the wife of your cousin Chinedum, has lost her sight.”
Anosike froze when he learned of this. He no longer resisted the guards who dragged him and his men towards the dungeon.

TO BE CONTINUED

Story by Davina diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 26
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 19, 2020, 03:46:19 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 26

He was supposed to feel angry that the King had treated him unjustly, but he wasn’t. A part of him knew that it was time to pay for all the sins that he had committed against his wife. Anosike preferred being locked in the dungeon, than living in an empty house which was a constant reminded of the part he played in Oriaku’s murder.
After Ifeoma had made the announcement, she had expected the King to show some kind of concern or shock because the woman in question was his cousin’s wife. But his features were fixed. He gritted his teeth and returned to the throne room.
Underneath his breath, he praised the gods for the justice they had carried out. Ezeudo would soon rise from the ashes, and the gods were leading the way in this fire of purification.
“May the gods be praised,” he whispered.
He silently dropped a prayer for Chinedum. He prayed that the gods assisted him in retrieving the ancient dagger. He also prayed that the gods would help Chinedum get over the news of his wife’s infidelity.
Two days had passed since two strangers had come to Amabara. The first was the woman that had been found by the stream. The King and the oracle were yet to speak to the woman as they were still observing the cleansing ritual. Though Chiemelie wasn’t really bothered about the woman presence, he was disturbed about the strange man that had rescued his sister at the forest. Though Ezechi had sworn allegiance to him, he still found it difficult to trust the man. There was something about him. And for a night, the King couldn’t sleep. This was the reason that Chiemelie had quickly sent for the oracle. He needed to carry out an investigation on the stranger.
“May the King reign forever!” Efuru bowed before her son. The morning arose with a gift of a bright sun. The Queen was usually the first person to greet the King, this was the tradition of the people. She had come with a little calabash containing fresh bitter-kola nuts and colorful pepper fruits. They were his favorite fruits. However, the older woman paused in her steps as she noticed the look on her son’s face. Something was definitely troubling him. She ran her eyes over the palace and sighed in relief when she discovered that the dagger of Ituri was still in place. For it was with this priceless piece that Ezeudo would be conquered.
“What worries you child?” She dropped the calabash gently and sat next to him.
Whenever he was worried, he preferred to be left alone. But he couldn’t turn his mother away. She was the only person that truly understood him.
“It is that stranger that rescued Uli. I have a bad feeling about him. Though he hasn’t done anything evil to me, I feel worried.”
Efuru smiled and warmed his arm with her motherly touch.
“You terrified me! I thought something grave had happened. What reason do you have to suspect the man that saved your sister?” Efuru wasn’t too pleased with her son’s thinking pattern.
He shrugged, “I don’t know why but my guts never fail me. I have sent for Igwekala. I will have my answers soon.”
The Queen wasn’t sure this was a good idea, but she didn’t want to argue with her son.
“Once the cleansing ritual is over, we shall resume our plans to attack Ezeudo. We will spare no one. We will bring them under us.” She bragged.
Chiemelie’s face brightened with a smile. He loved his mother very much because they had similar views. Same couldn’t be said about his sister, Uli.
“I can hardly wait.”
Efuru was about to leave the King’s presence, when the oracle sauntered in. Igwekala had never been counted as a handsome man. But this morning, his face seemed uglier than before. Perhaps it was the black dye that he had applied on one side of his face, or it was the terrible frown that he wore.
“Long live the King!” The priest bowed.
“Rise, great oracle of the gods,” the King commanded.
The queen remained silent in their exchange. She waited to hear what Igwekala would say about Ezechi, the one whom the gods had sent to rescue her Uli from the arms of death.
“I sent for you for a purpose,” Chiemelie began but was immediately interrupted by the oracle.
Igwekala raised his left palm into the air.
“Say no more! I know why you sent for me. You are worried about the man that saved your sister. Your spirit is troubled because of him.”
Chiemelie nodded, “The gods have read my mind then.”
“Yes they have. And they sent me to deliver this message to you.”
The queen and her son leaned forward to get the warning of the gods.
“The gods are on your side in this war. They have revealed a heinous plan by some people to steal the ancient dagger of Ituri. The gods have grown impatient; they desire to drink the blood of Adaora. We cannot complete the seven days of cleansing. We must sacrifice the moon virgin tonight for the dagger to come alive. The enemies are already upon us, the enemies are already here and they have infiltrated your household.”
The room was silent as mother and son exchanged glares. Chiemelie hadn’t expected this sort of grave warning from the gods.
“What about Ezechi? Is he a part of this ploy? Who are the members of my household that seek to betray me?” Chiemelie’s temper rose with each word he pronounced. He gritted his teeth angrily as he considered this unlikely plot which failed from its conception. How could anyone even think of stealing the dagger? How could they think of winning this war?
The oracle laughed. He stared up and looked down. He stamped his feet thrice before speaking.
“The gods have nothing to say about him. I have searched their thoughts but a wall seems to protect him. I fear he may not be human.”
“Ehn!” The queen rose to her feet.
Chiemelie leaned against the throne as he considered Igwekala’s words. If the gods had failed to reveal anything about this man, perhaps the man was a god!
“What about the members of my household that seeks to betray me?” Chiemelie was more interested in this. If the gods revealed their names, he would burn them alive in the middle of the kingdom, so that all others would learn of the punishment of betrayal.
“I have no more words from you! But you must take the moon virgin to the place where the moon begins. You shall strike her seven times with the ancient dagger of Ituri. With her blood smeared on the knife, you shall cut yourself with it and the powers of the moon goddess shall come upon you. This is the only way we can win this war.”
Without waste of time, the oracle turned his back on the royals and walked out of the palace. While Chiemelie thought of the glory that awaited him; after his conquest, his mother was more concerned about the revelations.
“I think something strange is going on. The gods have never hidden any message from us.” She thought about Igwekala’s inability to access the thoughts of the gods concerning those who planned to steal the dagger and the members of the royal family that were part of that plan.
“The gods must not talk all the time. I have the information that I need. Prepare yourself tonight. You will be present when I get my powers.” He walked towards the place where the dagger was kept and began to encircle it. He couldn’t wait for midnight to come.
The queen sensed her son’s unwillingness to discuss the matter at hand. Everything was wrong about Igwekala’s revelations. Never in a time of history had the people abandoned ritual or stopped halfway. But she decided to let the matter die. She would prepare herself for the ritual later at night.
“The moon virgin must not hear about this. Do not say a word to Uli, because of her closeness,” she advised her son.
“I won’t hesitate to lock her up until midnight.”
The morning had started on a good note for Oriaku. She felt at home here in Amabara. And this was possible because of Adaora’s presence and Chinedum’s. She also cherished the warm welcome that she was given by princess Uli and her servants. She took a deep breath from the fresh morning air as she stepped out of her hut. Adaora had assured her that they would leave for Ezeudo soon. It was just a matter of time before she returned to her homeland to face her traitor of a husband and Obiajulu. The gods had protected her against Obiajulu’s venom, this showed that they had purpose for her life. She knew that Ikemba favored her and would believe her every word. As she strolled around the secluded area of the palace, Oriaku was oblivious of the fact that the gods were already fighting her battles.
It was the princess that she saw first. Uli’s face was contorted by a deep frown as she marched towards Oriaku. From the swiftness in her steps, things weren’t alright. Oriaku’s heart leapt, she prayed that Adaora was safe.
“Good morning my royalty,” she bowed slightly.
Uli waved her greeting aside, “where is Adaora?” Her voice was shaky and full of fear.
Oriaku swallowed, she hadn’t seen Adaora that morning.
“I haven’t seen her.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Story By Davina Diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 27
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 19, 2020, 03:49:32 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 27

As Uli neared the shrine, she thought it was weird that she didn’t hear any bleating of goats and crying of sheep. The shrine was usually filled with animals that people brought in for sacrifices. At first, she had wanted to turn back, thinking that the priest wasn’t around. But she decided to forge ahead, because there was no time. Already, the mild morning sun was replaced by a scorching yellow sun. Soon, the birds would return to their homes, the noon would flee and twilight would be upon the land. Once she was finished with Igwekala, she would return to the palace to meet up with Adaora and Chinedum.
She pressed a shaky hand on her lips, the place where he had kissed her. She closed her eyes briefly and opened them again as she remembered the sweetness of his mouth. She had enjoyed every bit of the kiss and the warmth of his arms. But she had felt ashamed after that. What if Chinedum only wanted to lure her into his bed because he was lonely? She shuddered at the thought of being used by the man.
Slowly, she exhaled.
“You need to focus Uli,” she whispered to herself.
She inhaled a deep breath for focus and advanced towards the shrine. She noted the calabash trees that surrounded the entrance. She could sense the presence of the earth spirits as she neared the trees. Again, she felt something wasn’t right. If the goats weren’t bleating, she would’ve heard Igwekala’s voice. The man never ceased to communicate with the spirits. His chants were endless and so were the clashing of the cowries.
She decided that she was afraid and fear was only for the weak.
“The great oracle of Amabara!” She dug a hand into her wrapper and fetched the cowries that she owed him.
Confidently, she marched towards the main area where the shrine was located. If only she had listened to her intuition, she would have avoided the trap that was set before her. But it was too late. The princess first noticed the way the shrine had been dismantled. She noticed that some of the carvings of the gods were thrown to the ground. The mirrors and the earthen pots were set aflame.
At that moment, the cowries fell from her hands.
“Igwekala!” She called in a loud voice but there was no answer. In her confusion, she hadn’t listened to the footsteps that came from behind. When a cold palm touched her back, she froze. She froze because she knew the wielder of that palm.
“My darling sister…”
“No,” Uli’s lips moved silently.
Chiemelie was behind her.
“Are you afraid to face me?” He mocked.
Chiemelie’s presence only meant one thing. He had discovered her alliance with the priest and he had come to punish them both. Only five people knew of her plan, perhaps one had betrayed her. She thought of Adaora, Chinedum, Okorie, Igwekala and Oriaku. One of these people must have told the King of her plans to ascend the throne and destroy him.
“Don’t be stupid Uli, I have many eyes in the palace, so don’t think your little friends gave you up.” He spoke like he had read her thoughts.
Uli was ready to bear the consequences of her actions, but her prayer was for Adaora’s safety and all those who came with her. She turned around and faced her brother.
“What did you do with Igwekala? What did you do to the priest? You destroyed the shrine of our forefathers; do you intend to live for long?”
He didn’t respond. He pulled out the dagger of the moon goddess from his pocket and lifted it up, so the rays of the sun would pass through it.
“I knew something was wrong with Igwekala today. He isn’t a very good liar and he tried to deceive me. He came to me with a false message when the gods hadn’t spoken to him. He told me to end the cleansing ritual and sacrifice the moon virgin today…but that wasn’t the instructions all along. Do you remember that I had to marry her first before sacrificing her?” He began to encircle the princess.
Uli swallowed the bitter lump that clogged her throat as she thought of the priest. It was her idea that he lie to the King. It was because of her that he was in trouble.
“Igwekala wasn’t acting on his orders. I sent him. I threatened him to lie to you…” she began in a shaky voice as he placed the dagger on her bare skin.
The King sighed.
“I knew he was lying to me when he refused to tell me about the stranger that rescued you. From my findings, Chinedum is a direct relative of Ikemba. Do you know the joy that brings me? I will rip him apart and send his bones to the King of Ezeudo.”
Uli trembled when she heard this. Chiemelie had discovered that Chinedum’s real name wasn’t Ezechi. Truly, she had underestimated her brother. He was smarter than she’d thought. But she couldn’t let him hurt Chinedum.
“You cannot harm him. He saved my life. Have honor for once in your life!” She yelled.
He shrugged, “You betrayed me. You had your eyes on my throne. What gave you the impression that a woman would ever sit on the throne of Amabara? You women think you can tread the paths that men take.” He guffawed.
Uli decided that she was tired of dancing around with him. She was ready to face her brother no matter what happened.
“You are right about me wanting to take your throne. I was our father’s favorite and I had always wished to take over from him. You are a cruel person and you have shown the people of Amabara cruelty. They do not love you as you think. They are only afraid of you.”
He didn’t care about what his people thought of him.
“A ruler doesn’t need the love of his people. A prince lives to inspire fear.”
“Fear?” She moved away from him, so he wouldn’t circle her anymore.
“The problem with our land isn’t Ezeudo. You and your wicked ways have been the problem. The gods have turned their backs on you. Even if you kill me, you will never be as perfect as Ikemba.”
His sister’s words stung like an annoying insect. He feared the reality of Ikemba ruling over him. This was the reason he had been so determined to possess the powers of the dagger.
“Bring him out!” Chiemelie screamed.
He turned to her, “I will kill him before your eyes. And then I will go after that stupid lover of yours. I will kill the moon virgin for my satisfaction. Already, my men are after her. You will live with the memories of their deaths. That, my dear sister, is the gifts I shall leave you with.”
Tears stung her eyes as she stared into his dark eyes.
“You are an evil wind, destroying everything that is put in your path.”
“I agree. I am an evil wind and I will sweep all my enemies away.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched Igwekala and his serving girls and boys being dragged out by the royal guards. The oracle had been severely beaten by the King’s men. They had surrounded the shrine unknown to him and arrested everyone. The animals reserved for sacrifices had been slaughtered. Everything had been destroyed.
“You desecrate the altar that once protected you!” Igwekala poured his blood stained saliva on the ground.
He didn’t have any regrets for standing by Uli. Many dwellers of Amabara had complained to him about Chiemelie’s wicked ways, but he had been too afraid to confront the brute king.
“You will pay for this and all your bloodshed!”
Chiemelie laughed, “You were the one that told me that the land needed blood, you cannot turn this on me.”
“No, I told you what you wanted to hear. The gods have rejected you and handed your crown to your sister. You shall be defeated today. Your time isn’t long.”
Angrily, Chiemelie launched the dagger towards the oracle. It struck the man in his chest.
“No!!!” The princess rushed towards Igwekala, but the royal guards pushed her away.
The oracle gritted his teeth as the pain shot into him. Blood oozed from his nostrils and his eyes.
“The gods have named you as the true Queen of Amabara. You must make peace with the good King of Ezeudo. You must reconcile the people of Amabara and Ezeudo, for they are brothers from the same mother.” When the oracle had finished speaking, his eyes closed and his head sank upon his shoulders. His servants began to wail when they realized that the priest had been slain.
Chiemelie covered the distance and quickly pulled out the dagger from the man. He grabbed Uli by hair and raised her, so she could stand next to him.
“I will be a dead man before I let you take what belongs to me.”
Just in time, Chinedum arrived at the shrine. It didn’t take him too long to realize what was happening.
“Let her go!” He raised his machete into the air.
Uli’s lips trembled as she sobbed.
“Please run, run far away or he will kill you! He knows that you are Ikemba’s blood.”
Chinedum ignored the wails of the princess. He counted the hefty guards that were with the King. He could take them all.
“Release her!” He thundered.
Chiemelie scoffed and turned to his guards.
“Give me his head.”
Chinedum’s blood boiled as he stared at the wicked King. He could tell that Uli was in pain from the way he held her hair. Determinedly, he tightened his fingers around his machete. He would slay them all for his princess. The guards abandoned the servants of the fallen priest and all rushed to attack Chinedum.
“Please, you don’t have to do this. You can kill me but let him go.” Uli began to beg her brother.
“No, I want you to watch…”

TO BE CONTINUED

Story By Davina diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 28
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 19, 2020, 03:53:00 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 28

Uli sighed, “what about Chinedum?” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, wondering where the moon virgin was?
Oriaku gave the same answer. When the princess was about leaving, she grabbed her arm gently and asked if everything was alright. At first, Uli hadn’t wanted to share her latest discovery with the strange woman. But she recalled that Oriaku could be trusted.
“My brother and I have always fought for the throne of Amabara. Chiemelie’s evil nature has turned his people against him. I am on the side of the people of Ezeudo and I will fight with them to restore justice. I am sure you have heard about the ancient dagger of Ituri…” She watched the woman’s face closely, to know whether to continue or not.
Oriaku nodded. Adaora had filled her in on everything that had happened on the land.
“The dagger must be retrieved today if we are to conquer Chiemelie. Find me Adaora, I am off to see someone.” She swirled round and walked away from the woman without second thoughts.
Oriaku had a feeling that the princess wasn’t telling her the truth. Danger was lurking at the corner and she was in the middle of it. The gods had blessed her with luck the first time, she may not be lucky the second time. As she pondered on the next step to take, she thought of running back to Ezeudo. The morning was bright and filled with hope, she could still make it. But the fear of being seen by Anosike and Obiajulu terrified her. She couldn’t abandon Chinedum and Adaora in strange territory, the King would ask her many questions.
“I have to find Adaora before it is too late.”
She pulled in a deep breath and rushed towards Adaora’s hut.
The moon virgin had stepped out of her hut briefly to fetch some herbs from the bush. This was the reason Uli had missed her earlier. Adaora had felt very uneasy from the moment she had woken up, but she couldn’t place a finger around the anxiety that plagued her. She had decided to collect some herbs which would help with the princess’ wound in a move to distract her mind from what she was feeling. She had prayed to the goddess to take this feeling away from her or explain what was happening to her…
“Please show yourself to me,” she prayed but there was no answer.
As she marched towards her hut, she caught Oriaku’s figure leaning towards her door. A smile radiated on her beautiful face as she increased her steps towards the good woman.
“Good morning!” Adaora called happily. From the look of things, Oriaku was recovering fast. Her skin had regained its lovely glow and her eyes were warm with happiness.
Oriaku returned the smile, “I have searched everywhere for you beautiful one. Where have you been?”
Adaora raised the herbs she carried as an answer.
“I fetched this to help the princess.” She sensed Oriaku had come to tell her something, but she didn’t want to force it.
“Is something wrong?” Adaora dropped the leaves in a basket that stood next to her door.
Oriaku moved closer and in a whisper informed Adaora of Uli’s request.
“The princess came to my hut this morning. She seemed worried about something. She really wanted to see you. She is out of the palace currently but I sensed what she had to tell you is extremely important. She was also in search of Chinedum.”
At first, the sight of Oriaku had reduced the anxiety she felt. But hearing about Uli’s request to see her, made her blood boil more. Oriaku was right. She could feel her blood rippling. She could perceive the stench of her fear. What hurt her most was the fact that Ituri was silent in this time where she really needed her.
“Please! Show yourself to me, do not leave me in the dark!” She raised her hands into the air and cried.
Oriaku bowed her head quietly as the moon virgin prayed. This confirmed her fears that she wasn’t the only one feeling scared. Something evil flew in the air and if it wasn’t stopped, it will consume them all.
Tears stung Adaora’s eyes as she stared at the empty sky. There was no call or answer in the wind. There was no response in the clouds. All the elements of divine nature ignored her cries for help. She sucked in a deep breath and decided that she had to meet Uli to find out what exactly was going on.
“Go back to your hut and wait there. I have to find my master and the princess.”
Oriaku shook her head, “no, I cannot leave you alone. I am uncomfortable around here. Why don’t we stick together?”
Adaora didn’t like the idea of a recovering Obiajulu following her about.
“Please, stay here until I figure out what is going on in this palace.” Adaora didn’t wait for the woman to argue another time. She spun on her heel and walked away. She needed to find her master and Uli before it was too late.
As the moon virgin walked away, she failed to see the figures that stood before her door. A dark skinned woman dressed in a golden gown with serpents on her shoulders stood next to a light skinned man whose face glowed like the son. The gods were present; they had heard her cry but they were willing to let mortals fight on their own.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t help her?” Anyanwu, the god of the sun asked his counterpart.
Ituri chuckled, “if we are too swift to help mortals, they wouldn’t think for themselves. They would become lazy and dependent. Adaora is a worthy vessel and she has always had our help. She must fight alone for some time…”
“But you are aware that the sacrifice would take place tonight? That evil King would become possessed by the powers of your dagger. He would destroy the world with it.” The god of the sun replied.
Ituri shrugged, “We will help when time comes. For now, we stay in the background.”
Oriaku sensed she wasn’t alone at where she stood. She ran her eyes over her surrounding, it felt like someone was watching her but she couldn’t see anyone.
“What do we do with this one? She has suffered enough…” Ituri pointed at the mortal that stood before them.
“She is broken and battered by a mortal man. I wish my daughters would be more thoughtful when they accept proposals from men…” she began to play with the pythons that lay upon her shoulders.
Anyanwu raised a thick brow. His dark brown eyes glowed in amusement.
“When a woman is good, she becomes your daughter…when a man is bad, you call him my son.”
“But Oriaku is a good woman. She must be rewarded.” Ituri replied.
“Yes. She has waited this long for us. She has sacrificed many times for a child. I think it is time to bless her…”
“How do we begin?” Ituri chuckled.
“First, we bless her with a man who will love and respect her. When we are done with this, we bless her with a child.”
Oriaku felt afraid as they sensation of being watched increased. She decided to return to her hut until the moon virgin showed up for her again. As she walked away, her eyes were focused on the ground. So she failed to see the hefty man that approached. It was when her head bumped into something hard that she raised her head.
“Um, sorry…” she apologized to the man before scurrying back to her hut.
The man was the chief guard in the palace. His name was Okorie and his eyes had been on the beautiful stranger from the first time her body was brought from the river. He was tempted to call her back, but he decided to meet with her another time. Currently, he was walking around and eavesdropping for princess Uli. He had been the one that disclosed her brother’s latest plan. Like many of the kingdom dwellers, Okorie was more loyal to the princess than her brother whom everyone feared.
The princess had been heading towards the shrine to meet with Igwekala when she heard her name. At the sound of the deep baritone, a burning sensation started in her chest area. There was only one man that had such a powerful effect on her. Lately, Uli had decided to stay away from Chinedum. He was a married man with children and she could never stand a chance. Adaora had told her a bit about the stranger’s wife. She was the most beautiful woman in Ezeudo and he was very loyal to her. The princess was certain that Chinedum wasn’t the man for her. She had decided on saving Adaora and getting her back to safety. She had also decided to fight her brother for the throne. The people of Amabara deserved a better ruler and some of those who secretly supported her had suggested that she be the next ruler.

TO BE CONTINUED

Story By Davina Diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 29
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 19, 2020, 03:56:00 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 29

“May the gods bless the morning!” Chinedum increased his steps so he could meet up with the princess.
All night, he had dreamt of her. It was Uli’s face that had plagued his dreams. When he awoke, he felt very guilty as he remembered that he had left behind his wife and children. From what he observed, the more he tried to fight his growing attraction to the princess, the stronger that attraction became. He was certain that he lusted after her, because he had sworn never to give his heart to another woman after Obiajulu. Seeing her this morning broke the restraint he had. He just couldn’t stay away from her. He silently prayed that his plans to retrieve the dagger worked, so he could return to his wife and family.
Uli licked her lips and forced her eyes shut. He was the last person that she’d wanted to see. She liked Chinedum. He was a good man. But he didn’t feel the same for her. Besides, she had more important matters to attend to. She needed all the focus that she could get.
Chinedum felt uneasy when Uli didn’t respond to his greeting. He hoped he hadn’t done anything to offend her.
“My princess?” He was tempted to touch her arm but he controlled himself. He couldn’t let her know the way he felt. He didn’t want to raise her hopes and hurt hr later.
Slowly, Uli opened her eyes and released the breath she held. She could perceive his clean and masculine scent. It was the smell of a strong man. She wished she could hold his arms and place her head upon his hard chest. She wished she could run her finger across his hairy face.
“Good morning,” she turned around and faced him.
“Um, how are you today?” Chinedum stuttered, not knowing what next to say.
“I am good, thank you.” She replied. The princess pondered on the latest information that she had gotten. She needed to tell him about it so that he would prepare himself but this wasn’t the right environment.
Quickly she grabbed his hand and led him outside the palace. Chinedum didn’t protest or ask any questions. He allowed the princess to lead him until they were far away from the palace. The feel of her soft palms against his hand was pleasurable. He wished he could sweep her into his arms and spin her round. Again, he felt guilty and quickly pushed the thoughts away.
“My brother plans to sacrifice Adaora tonight. He plans to activate the powers of the dagger.” Uli began after releasing his hand.
He scoffed and moved backwards.
“But that isn’t possible. You are still observing the ritual of cleansing. We still have time.” Chinedum was surprised at the suddenness in the King’s plan.
Uli laughed, “I told you, I know my brother. He can be likened to the chameleon. He changes his color like a woman in mourning clothes. I knew he was up to something. But I was two steps ahead of him.” She smiled as she recalled her meeting with the chief priest some days ago.
The princess had paid a little visit to Igwekala at midnight with her trusted guard, Okorie. There were only two people that the King listened to. The first was Efuru, their mother and the second was the chief priest. Uli knew her mother was bound to Chiemelie, she could even sacrifice her life to see him on the throne. Igwekala on the other hand, had no such loyalty. The greedy priest only cared about his belly. From the first day Chinedum had walked into the palace, she had noticed how skeptical her brother had been. Soon, he would start asking questions about him.
“I had to bribe the chief priest not to say anything about you. Knowing my brother quite well, he was going to consult the oracle about you. He is not a fool.”
Chinedum finally understood why they needed the princess on their side.
“So what do we do now?”
Uli shrugged, “I have information that Igwekala has delivered his promise to me. We have to take the dagger swiftly before he changes his mind. If Chiemelie finds out that the priest tricked him, everyone concerned in this plot would be put to death.”
As she spoke, Chinedum couldn’t help but wonder why Uli was so different from her brother. He had found it difficult to trust her at first, but she was very concerned about justice and rescuing the moon virgin.
“Why are you so passionate about this fight?” He adored her more for her passion.
Blood tweaked her cheeks as she felt cornered. She was suddenly shy as she realized that they were alone.
“I have watched along the years how my brother brutally killed innocent women, men and children while in search of the ancient dagger. He is a blood thirsty man and if he is allowed to rule both kingdoms, many people will perish.”
He nodded as he listened to her, when she finished he asked another question.
“So how do we retrieve the dagger now?”
“I don’t know for sure, but we must try our best to retrieve it before midnight comes. You will flee to Ezeudo with Adaora and Oriaku. If my brother realizes that his dagger is missing, you will be the first suspect.”
His heart missed a beat when he heard the word, ‘flee.’ Chinedum had gotten used to her. Leaving her behind wasn’t going to be easy because she had grown on him.
“How do you intend to face your brother’s wrath when we are gone?” He couldn’t think of any harm befalling her. He’d rather take her with him than let her stay behind.
Uli was surprised that he showed concern for her.
“Some of us are meant to sacrifice for others. I am not afraid of death. If I die by my brother’s hands, I will know that I died a worthy death. I died in trying to save my people.”
Though he loved the heroic words that poured from her lips, he wasn’t comfortable with that arrangement. He reached for her hands and collected them. His eyes fell upon her face. He didn’t look away this time; he stared deeply into her eyes.
“I will not leave you behind.”
Uli was afraid to return his penetrating gaze. Already, this stranger had a special place in her heart. She stared at the trees behind them instead.
“I have already made up my mind to stay back. Ezeudo is not my home. The people will not welcome me there.” With this, she pulled her arms away from him and made ready for the shrine where she intended to finalize her payment to Igwekala for playing his part.
At that moment, Chinedum couldn’t hold back his feelings for her. He couldn’t imagine the guilt that would plague him should he leave the princess behind and at the mercy of her brother. He grabbed her arm and turned her around.
Anger flashed in Uli’s eyes when he pushed her to himself. What exactly did Chinedum want from her? Why was he making things difficult for both of them? She was trying her best to avoid him. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself.
“I must go now!” She snapped at him.
“I know…” He leaned closer and bruised her soft lips with his wet mouth.
At first there was a struggle. Uli had not seen this coming. She had tried to fight it, but her desire for him overshadowed every inhibition that she had imagined. She encircled his shoulders with her arms. He drew her soft body closer to him and deepened the kiss. He slipped his tongue into the well of her mouth and ensured that the kiss was passionate and pleasurable for them both. They were deeply engrossed in their kiss that they failed to see the person coming. It was the whistling of the wind that brought them back to reality.
Uli pressed a shaky hand against her chest as she looked into his eyes. She found it difficult to believe what had just happened.
“Stay away from me!” She waved a finger over Chinedum’s face before scurrying away.
“No! Wait!” Chinedum felt horrible as he realized that she hadn’t enjoyed the kiss. He had bridged her privacy and made an utter fool of himself.
It was then that the watcher decided to announce her presence.
“Master!” Adaora cleared her throat. She had been searching the place for the two when some guards informed her that they had just stepped out of the palace. The sight of their romance hadn’t come as a shock to her. It pleased her to see that they were both happy. But she was worried about the princess. She didn’t know her master’s plans, but she needed to warn Uli about Obiajulu’s wicked nature.
“Let her go!” Adaora bellowed. Obviously, the princess was in shock as the kiss had happened very fast. Chinedum stood still when he heard Adaora’s voice; he was shocked to see her there. He felt embarrassed.

TO BE CONTINUED

Story By Davina Diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 30
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 20, 2020, 06:41:11 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 30

“I am sorry it is not what it looks like,” he began to apologize hoping that Adaora wouldn’t have a bad image of him. He was a married man and had no business chasing another woman especially when his wife had fulfilled all of her duties.
Adaora flashed her teeth.
“You don’t have to be sorry about anything master. It is not a crime to be in love with a woman.”
Adaora felt sad for him. She recalled Oriaku’s story about Obiajulu’s cheating ways, if only he knew that his wife was unfaithful. This would be the right time to make his intentions towards the princess proper; that is if she loved him as much.
Chinedum’s brows came together in wonder.
“So you approve of my attraction to Uli?”
Adaora shrugged, “it is not my approval that you need. I just want you to know that loving a beautiful soul like the princess isn’t a crime.” She sighed.
He decided to ponder on those words later, but he felt horrible for cheating on Obiajulu.
“I have been searching the whole palace for both of you.” Adaora played with her fingers as she stared at the lonely surrounding. It was a hidden bush path.
“Something has just happened and I need to tell you.” He called her closer and relayed all the information that Uli had given to him. The King had already made his plans, with the help of Igwekala who was now on their side, Chiemelie was going to make his move. There was no better time to steal the dagger than that day.
The plan sounded promising, but Adaora could spot many loopholes in it.
“So it was Igwekala’s idea to sacrifice me tonight? Whatever happened to the cleansing ritual of seven days? Does he know the repercussion of stopping the ritual for something else? How much do we trust this man?” She wasn’t being pessimistic, but she had a strange feeling about the whole thing. She remembered how Igwekala had supported the King when she had been kidnapped from Ezeudo. Such a man had his loyalties to the throne and Uli had made a mistake in trusting him.
Chinedum scratched his beard. He was confused by these new points that the moon virgin had raised.
“I think she trusts him, she wouldn’t have bribed him.”
Adaora inhaled deeply, “the gods have refused to speak to me. We are on our own now. We must rely on our intuition. In this matter, I felt we made a mistake by brining Igwekala in. We must find the dagger as quickly as possible. I have a feeling that Uli may be walking into a trap.”
Chinedum realized that everything that Ada was saying was true.
“What do we do now? Do we wait for her to return?” He asked.
Adaora shook her head, “no. We have to take the dagger ourselves.”
He scoffed, “under broad daylight? That is walking into fire.”
She shrugged, “would you rather wait till midnight when I may be sacrificed?”
“I will go after the dagger; you should find your way to Igwekala’s shrine. The princess must be rescued.” Adaora suggested.
“No, I will go after the dagger while you go after the princess.” He countered.
Adaora felt it was right for her to take the dagger; after all she was the moon virgin.
“I know the palace more than you do. Please go ahead for Uli.”
She didn’t wait for him to argue. She simply turned around and began to run towards the palace of Eze Chiemelie of Amabara. The drums of the final dance were beating and the night was near.
Again, the gods appeared in the gentle wind that blew.
“Do you think we should help them now?” Anyanwu’s fiery gaze stuck to the back of the moving moon virgin.
The moon goddess, Ituri, caressed her chin gently.
“No. Adaora has proven to be the wisest of them all. We will only help when the time comes.”
Chinedum sneezed as the wind raised dust particles towards his nostrils. The hairs on his back arose as a strange sensation of being watched filled him. He shook off the feeling and reminded himself of his many encounters in the forest as a hunter.
“I must find her. I must rescue Uli.”
Two days had passed since the gods brought justice upon Obiajulu and Anosike for their heinous acts. Fear had spread over the land at the swiftness of justice. People trembled as they thought of the blindness that had struck Chinedum’s cheating wife. They all couldn’t wait for the return of her husband.
“It’s been weeks since the moon virgin and Chinedum left. Are you sure they are still alive?” The Queen mother asked.
Ikemba had been out on a morning stroll. He had felt like strolling around Ezeudo to see the welfare of his people. He was also troubled concerning Obiajulu. How could anyone cheat on a man like Chinedum? How could she have lured him in with her evil spell? He tried to imagine the pain that his cousin would feel when he returned.
“The gods assure me of their safety. I do not know when they will return but we must prepare ourselves for the worst.” He replied. Already, he had given an order for the warriors to begin their training. He knew how tricky Chiemelie was. Ikemba didn’t want his kingdom to be taken by surprise, so he was keeping his fingers crossed.
The Queen felt a little bit relieved.
“I never believed that Anosike could cheat on a woman like Oriaku. How could he sleep with his best friend’s wife? Truly, the gods are the only ones that can read the intentions of our hearts.”
The Queen had recalled Anosike’s strange behavior when she had asked after Oriaku.
“I am happy that she isn’t dead. Wherever that good woman is, she shall be brought back to Ezeudo.”
On a lighter note, the Queen elbowed her son.
“If the gods hadn’t chosen the moon virgin for you, I would have asked you to marry Oriaku. She is a wonderful person.” When she finished speaking, the King laughed. His mother was right about Oriaku, but he had no romantic interest in people’s wives.
“Thank you for your concern, I am waiting for the moon virgin.” Ikemba winked. Thoughts of the woman he had never seen usually warmed his heart. It was strange, really. But he was convinced that she was the woman for him. He couldn’t wait for the day of her final return.
They both fell silent and continued walking, with the royal guards solidly behind them. Mother and son acknowledged the greetings of the people with kind words or a simple smile. It was Ikemba that noticed a plump woman who approached them. Perhaps he was imagining it, but she had a striking resemblance with Obiajulu.
“My royals,” she bowed her head in greeting.
The royals stopped and watched the woman. She was Ifeyinwa, Obiajulu’s aunt.
“Please, do not hold it against my niece. Please do not banish her from your land. You have a kind and forgiving heart, please be merciful.”
Ikemba lifted a confused brow.
“How may I be of help to you woman? Who do you plead for?”
The plump woman fiddled with her hands as she thought of the great shame that Obiajulu had brought upon Chinedum’s household. She had wanted to run back to her village the day that Obiajulu had been struck with blindness. But when she remembered the purpose of her journey to Ezeudo, she kept still. The gods had promised to give her a child, but the only person who could make that come true was the moon virgin. Ifeyinwa had decided to wait and pray for the safe return of the moon virgin. But one thing was certain. Once Chinedum returned, she was leaving for her village. She couldn’t share the same roof with a murderous and wicked person like Obiajulu.
“I plead for my niece…” she stuttered.
“Your niece?” The Queen mother stepped in.
“Obiajulu,” she murmured.
The royals didn’t wait for her to finish. They abandoned the woman in her kneeling position and continued their walk.
Tears rolled down Ifeyinwa’s cheeks as she thought of the eternal disgrace that Anwuli’s daughter had brought upon their family.
“It will never be well with you Obiajulu for this humiliation that you have caused me.” She cursed as she rose to her feet. All she prayed for was the swift return of the moon virgin.

TO BE CONTINUED

Story By Davina diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 31
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 20, 2020, 06:43:59 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 31

He was an experienced hunter, so he knew the game that preys and predators played. He moved his feet swiftly. He always kept his eyes on the direction of their spears and machetes. He launched his machete into the belly of one of the men who attacked him. Quickly, he pulled it out and dropped it on the next man. Blood rained on the earth. Two of the King’s best men were down.
A devious smile played on Uli’s lips as she watched Chinedum fight. His swift and agile movements had confused the King’s men. Surely, they hadn’t seen someone fight like that before. She thought of the next action to take.
“I told you, the gods are against you.” Uli spited her brother.
“Shut up!” He pulled her hair.
It didn’t take long before Chinedum finished killing the five guards. He was exhausted but not through. The gods had chosen him to retrieve the dagger and the moment had come.
“Let her go!” He commanded in a gruff voice.
He scoffed, “And if I don’t?”
Chinedum wiped the sweat that clung to his brow. His eyes fell on Uli as they exchanged a silent message. He was ready to strike Chiemelie but he needed her permission. In her beautiful brown eyes, he saw her readiness to accept his decision. He also saw gratitude.
Being a hunter came with wisdom. He dropped his machete and fetched a shorter knife from his bag.
“Release your sister and I will spare your life…” He advanced towards Chiemelie.
The King knew that the odds were against him but he was still willing to fight. He knew that Chinedum was ready to kill him, but he wouldn’t give up that easily. He pushed Uli towards Chinedum swiftly. In a swift move, he took out one of the many charms that Igwekala had prepared for him.
“Ododomna!!!” He chanted, before vanishing into the air.
Back at the palace, Adaora had decided that she needed Oriaku’s assistance. The anxiety she had been feeling from the time she woke up, hadn’t left her.
“Come with me, it is time for us to stick together.” She whispered to Anosike’ wife as they moved towards the throne room where the ancient dagger was being kept.
“The King isn’t here!” One of the guards announced.
“I have an appointment with him. He says that I should wait here in the throne room for him.” Adaora replied with a stern face.
“And the stranger?” The guard pointed at Oriaku.
“I have a little information about her that may help the King and his council while investigating.” She explained. Without hesitation, they parted the way and led the women into the throne room.
A wave of excitement washed over Adaora as they stepped into the majestic throne room.
“Are you sure we are doing the right thing? What if we are caught?” Oriaku expressed her fears.
“We won’t be caught. Just use your eyes. We are looking for a dagger with three golden stripes. We have to be fast about it. It is important that we find it today.”
Oriaku sighed and nodded. If this was the part that she would play in ensuring that Ikemba stayed victorious, then she was prepared to do it. Silently, the women began to roam the throne room in search of the ancient relic. They moved silently like predators moved at the sight of prey. After a while of searching and not finding the dagger, Adaora felt frustrated.
“I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t think Chiemelie would be stupid enough to keep the dagger here, knowing how important it is.” She sighed.
Oriaku wouldn’t entertain her discouraging words, she continued to look quietly. Adaora found it difficult to believe that the hour she has been waiting for all her life was now. She couldn’t wait for the dagger to be found. She couldn’t wait to meet with the great King of Ezeudo. She couldn’t wait for the curse upon her life to be taken away. Soon, everything about her life would change and she would be happy again. She smiled as she thought of Chinedum’s little children. She could feel their innocent hearts, beating and crying out for her.
“I will be home soon. I will see your lovely faces,” she pressed a shaky hand against her chest.
Oriaku was about to give up like the moon virgin, when Adaora felt an itchy sensation on her neck. When she swirled round, she found the goddess of the moon staring at her with a devious smile on her face. Adaora swallowed and stepped back.
“My goddess,” her lips moved in acknowledgment.
“You impress me,” Ituri’s legs touched the ground for the first time. She had been watching the humans fight for her dagger. Ituri had not offered Adaora’s team any assistance, yet they had come this far.
Adaora’s lips went dry, she didn’t have the perfect words for the goddess. She simply bowed her head and waited for the next instruction.
“I see that you are looking for my dagger,” Ituri smiled.
“Yes!” Adaora nodded.
Just then, Oriaku stopped searching as she heard Adaora mumbling some words.
“Who are you talking to?” Oriaku raised a brow.
Unlike the one’s that had been chosen and had the gift of sight, Oriaku couldn’t see beyond the natural elements. Adaora ignored her and focused her attention on the goddess who stared at Oriaku interestedly.
“Tell her that she shall fall in love with a better man and she shall bear him sons and daughters.” Ituri sent a message across.
Adaora’s eyes glowed with joy as she heard this. She quickly turned to Oriaku and explained that she was conversing with the goddess of the moon, Ituri.
“She has sent news of good things to come. You shall fall in love again. He shall be a good man and your union would be blessed with many fruits.”
Oriaku scoffed, “I don’t believe that. Even if I did, I have no interest in matters of the heart. I gave all my love to the man I married as a virgin, but he tossed my heart to the dust. I cannot risk it all over again. He almost killed me!”
Adaora inhaled, she understood the pain that Oriaku had passed through but the goddess had reassured her that everything would be fine.
“You must take the message of the goddess and keep your heart open.” Adaora replied. When she finished speaking with Oriaku, she returned to Ituri.
“Please, can you help us find your dagger?” Adaora asked. She prayed within that the goddess would grant her this request. Without the dagger, they couldn’t leave for Ezeudo. Without it, she would never find liberation.
With the stretch of her arm, the throne upon which Chiemelie sat began to glow. It burned a fiery red. This time, Oriaku was meant to witness the manifestation of the goddess’ true power. The shock made her head spin. She felt dizzy and almost fell on the ground.
“The dagger is under the throne!” Adaora cheered. She was about to show gratitude to the goddess but it was too late, for when she turned, Ituri was already gone. Now that her dagger was in safe hands, the goddess decided to keep away from the human realm until all the rituals for the moon virgin were done completely.
As Adaora rushed towards the throne to search for the dagger, she felt a sharp pain on her back.
“Stop!”
“No!” Oriaku screamed and rushed to catch the moon virgin whose back had just eaten a poisonous dagger.
The King walked straight to the throne. He had appeared in the palace after Chinedum had almost succeeded in killing him.
“You intend to steal my dagger as well?” He scoffed. He couldn’t believe the amount of betrayers that he’d surrounded himself with.
Adaora gritted her teeth as the pain of the dagger shot pierced her bones. Blood soaked the spot on the floor where she lay. Her body grew colder by the moment and if something wasn’t done, she would die.
“You don’t have to do this. Give the dagger to whom it rightly belongs!” Oriaku sobbed.
The King tore the tiger skin that was used to decorate his bronze throne. A small dagger with three golden stripes tumbled out of it. He collected it quickly.
“I have no regrets for what I have done. Your friend will die soon. If I were you, I will find a way out of Amabara,” Chiemelie warned. His blood boiled from the pain of Uli’s ambition to take over the throne. He was angry with everything and everyone. He had trusted Igwekala with his life, but that fool had betrayed him. He was going to sacrifice Adaora. Her blood and her life would give him authority to wield the true dagger of Ituri.
When the guards had heard the commotion in the palace, they had quickly rushed in. They were confused to see the wounded moon virgin on the ground.
“Bring her with me,” the King commanded.

TO BE CONTINUED

Story By Davina Diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 32
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 20, 2020, 06:47:04 AM

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Adaora felt herself being lifted up by the strong warriors. She felt as light as a feather. Her mind was broken; streams of memories were flowing in and out. Light flashed before her eyes as she saw images of the men that had attacked her mother. In that fragile state, Adaora realized that they had the same markings as Chinedum’s men.
“You killed my mother! You destroyed my home!” She screamed deliriously. And she was right. The King of Amabara had been so desperate to conquer Ikemba. When a sorcerer had named a certain virgin who dwelt in the mysterious land of Anyanwa, he had released his warriors to raid the place. But when they arrived, they had forgotten his instructions and had gone on a ravaging spree instead. When the men had returned, Chiemelie had all of them hanged. This explained why everyone was scared of him.
He ignored her screams of accusations. He needed to hurry with the sacrifice before Chinedum found him. Oriaku felt helpless as she followed the guards. Her eyes were puffy and swollen from crying. She needed to do something. She couldn’t just stand and watch!
“I must find Chinedum and princess Uli,” she thought to herself. She paused and hid herself in a strategic point, until they had all stepped out of the palace. Swiftly, she ran but she failed to see the hefty guard that approached her. Oriaku only froze when her face bumped into his hard body.
Okorie’s hard features softened when he ran into the beautiful woman again.
“Our paths have crossed twice today. The gods may have something for us.” This was a common saying in Amabara, but Okorie was deliberate about it. He had been attracted to this fine woman from the first time her body had been found at the river. She seemed like a good soul that needed love, and cherishing.
Oriaku swallowed and tore her eyes from his penetrating and almost lustful gaze. The words of the goddess rang in her ears, but she pushed it away. She couldn’t give her heart out anymore. Love had failed her the first time, it would fail her again.
“What are you doing here?” Okorie asked with a smile. It seemed the woman was afraid of him.
She licked her lips and shook her head.
“Nothing, I must go!”
Apparently, he wasn’t aware of what was about to happen and she couldn’t tell him. Right now, she couldn’t trust anyone.
“No, tell me.” He grabbed her hand.
His touch was firm but kind. She wasn’t scared of him like he thought. She just didn’t want to be around any man.
“Um, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But you’re crying?” He released her hand and cupped her face in his’.
His words made her feel shy but she pretended to be okay with them.
“I am not crying.” Her voice croaked.
Okorie released her face and felt the hilt of his machete when he heard footsteps approaching. His hands softened when he noticed Princess Uli and Chinedum running into the throne room.
“Where is he? Where is that accursed son of the devil?” Princess Uli screamed.
Oriaku noticed bloodstains on Chinedum’s body. She quickly rushed and threw her hands around him. Oriaku had fought very hard to contain the tears that once gushed out freely. She hadn’t wanted Okorie to see her as a weak and fragile thing. But the sight of Chinedum’s wounds broke her further.
“Where is who, your highness?” Okorie was lost.
“I don’t have time to explain. My brother is well aware of my plans to ascend the throne of my forefathers. He has slain Igwekala and desecrated the shrine with flames. If I don’t kill him, he would me.”
Oriaku pulled away from Chinedum’s arms.
“He has taken Adaora and the dagger.”
Everyone present in the room didn’t waste another moment. They all rushed out of the throne room as they followed the lead of the princess, who knew exactly where her brother was headed.
The King had led his men to the place where he sacrificed maidens. The pit was stuffed with decayed bones and flesh. Flies perched on the stinking earth. Big and dirty vultures waited to the next meal.
“Put her on the ground!” He yelled.
Before the men did, they gently took out the dagger that Chiemelie had plunged into Adaora’s back. It was a prototype to confuse anyone that would be trailing the original. Adaora had passed out at this point, because she had lost too much blood.
“The gods of my ancestors, I have come! I pray that you accept me as I am, as you created me to be!” He felt to his knees and raised the ancient dagger up.
“Ituri, goddess of the moon, I call upon you. It is time to offer me your justice. I have worshipped you and served you all these years. I bring you the sacrifice of the moon virgin, her blood shall make you proud.” He said a loud prayer.
At first, the breeze that came started slowly. It rustled the leaves of the deciduous trees that surrounded the environment. It swept the odor from dead bodies from one angle to the other. It carried with it dust and stones.
“Ituri! I call upon you!” The King increased his tone. He felt confident that the goddess was present in the wind. And he was right, for Ituri had come to take her sacrifice. However, the sacrifice was never meant to be the moon virgin. Adaora had only been a worthy vessel and she would serve Ituri till death.
“Your Majesty?” The chief guard swallowed as he noticed something strange.
“Can’t you see that I am busy?” Chiemelie felt irritated by the guard’s call.’
But the man hadn’t meant to interrupt the King’s prayer. He was the first to witness the appearance of the moon in the afternoon. It floated towards the sun and covered it, so that it cast a mild darkness over the land.
“This has never happened before. This is a bad omen,” the man exchanged glares with the other guards.
At that point, they recalled the cruelty of Chiemelie. He wasn’t the type of King that one sacrificed for. The chief guard gently dropped his sword upon the sand and bowed his head. He needed to run home to his wife and children before it was too late. When the others saw that the chief guard had given up on them, they dropped their machetes and tiptoed away from the wailing King.
All this while, Chiemelie was oblivious that he had been abandoned. He was deeply engrossed in his prayer. The changes in the state of nature made him feel reassured that the gods had chosen him to win the battle.
“I can feel your presence Ituri,” he closed his eyes, and smiled.
Just then, a strand of lightning appeared in the sky and rained down. It was accompanied with thunder. Both elements fell on the body of the moon virgin. Suddenly, Adaora was awakened from her sorrowful sleep. Her wound was healed and her strength was rejuvenated. Slowly, the memories of everything that had taken place in the palace played back.
Gently, the moon virgin rubbed the place where he had stabbed her. Satisfied that she was alright, Adaora gently fetched the dagger next to her and rose. She felt no pity for the greedy King who had filled the pit with innocent women while searching for her. The strength of the Ituri possessed her. The silvery blood of the goddess took control of her. At one, the dagger she intended for the king rolled out of her hands.
“Your time has come!” Adaora laughed.
At first, he felt his mind was playing a trick on him. But when he heard the sound of the laughter, Chiemelie trembled like a chicken under rain. He knew for certain that Adaora had died. What had changed?
“You?” His face grew pale.
“Give me what belongs to me!” She stretched her right hand for the dagger.
Though her eyes were filled with a silvery glow and her legs were no longer touching the ground, Chiemelie’s arrogance took the better part of him. As long as he was concerned, he was destined to rule Amabara and Ezeudo together and nothing could stop him.
“On whose authority do you speak? Do you know not that the moon goddess and the god of the sun and the others I worship are on my side?” He felt insulted by her.
He tightened his fingers around the handle of the dagger and moved towards Adaora.
“This time, you will not resurrect!” He yelled at the top of his voice as he plunged the dagger through her.
It was at that moment that Chinedum and the others arrived.
The princess screamed when she noticed her brother had stabbed the moon virgin. She had intended to step in to save the situation, when Chinedum pulled her back.
“Don’t! The goddess has taken over her body,” Chinedum whispered.
They all stared in wonder as they noticed that the stab had no effect on the moon virgin. She didn’t touch the ground with her feet. She only floated.
“No, this cannot be,” Chiemelie tossed the dagger on the ground and was about to run.
“The goddess works through those who are righteous and pure in heart. She has chosen me to deliver victory into Ikemba’s hands. She seeks to honor your sister. You and your evil mother have no place in the palace.” Adaora said. While speaking, her hands began to glow with a reddish flame. A macabre laughter rang from her lips as she floated towards the terrified King.
“You desecrated a shrine, and you will pay for it!”

TO BE CONTINUED

Story By Davina Diaries

Title: Super Story: Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Episode 33
Post by: Miss Ifeoluwa on January 20, 2020, 06:52:15 AM

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Goddess Of The Sun (Adaora Part 2) - Final Episode

She cast her eyes upon the moon that had covered the sun. She raised her hands into the air.
“May the moon and the sun fill me with power to do justice and after justice is done, may light and darkness separate.”
She pointed her flaming hand towards the King who was trying to escape but got stock in the pit of dead bodies. A river of reddish flame with silvery sparks burned him alive amidst his screaming. With one last and troubled shout, he crossed the river of life.
Immediately this was done, the dagger vanished from Adaora’s hands and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
“Adaora!” The princess rushed towards her.
Oriaku wiped away her tears, knowing that the gods had awarded them victory.
“But you said you weren’t crying,” Okorie smiled.
She looked away shyly, “I couldn’t weep in front of you.”
She felt satisfied in her spirit. Now it was time to return to Ezeudo and face her evil husband and Obiajulu.
Chinedum and Uli crouched over Adaora’s body.
“I don’t understand what has happened to her,” Chinedum complained.
“After a possession, the human host usually feels very week. You must leave for Ezeudo immediately to complete the ritual.” Princess Uli warned.
The thought of leaving the princess behind didn’t sit well with him. He knew his life would never be the same. It would be filled with a void without her, but he had to return to his wife and children.
“I will miss you,” Chinedum smiled.
The princess knew that she had more responsibilities to shoulder. Chiemelie’s uncertainty about his attraction to her was the least of her problems. She had a Kingdom to rule. She had a mother and a brother to bury.
“I shall keep you alive in my thoughts and prayer,” a sad smile played on her lips. She was attracted to this man. She had learned of his ways and had enjoyed spending time with him. She would miss Adaora too. But she couldn’t return to Ezeudo with them as she had always planned.
It wasn’t long before they all hugged each other and said their goodbyes. Oriaku thanked the princess for caring for her, and Adaora.
“May the gods continue to light your path and protect you.”
Uli nodded, “And you too. You all should visit Amabara more frequently. We are no longer enemies.”
As Oriaku left with Chinedum and the moon virgin, she couldn’t help but look back one last time. Her heart missed a beat when she realized that Okorie had been staring at her. She exhaled sharply and focused on the journey ahead as a lot of secrets would be brought to light.

Ikemba had been in a meeting with his chiefs when a dagger with three golden stripes suddenly appeared in the middle of the meeting arena. All the men rose to their feet and rushed outside, except for Ikemba. He encircled the dagger thrice, before taking it from the ground. A wave of relief washed over him as he realized that the mission had just been completed.

“May the gods be praised! The ancient dagger has been sent to us!” He cried out. But he noticed that the chiefs were a bit distracted. When he followed their gaze, he noticed they were staring at a direction. His joy only increased when he realized that the objects of their gaze were the heroes that had rescued Ezeudo from the evil plans of Chiemelie.
Chinedum increased his steps so that the ritual could be completed and Adaora would be restored to life.
“My King, we have done as the gods have commanded. Take over from here, he dropped Adaora’s soft body at the King’s feet. The chiefs and all the dwellers of the palace had come out to welcome Oriaku and Chinedum. Many were shocked to see Anosike’s wife in good health, because the word of her torture by her husband had spread through the land.
Oriaku noticed the strange stares that she was getting from the women who resided in the palace. Being an assertive woman, she sucked in a deep breath and walked towards one of the maids who was very chatty. Her name was Ifeoma.
“Why does everyone stare at me like I am an outcast?” Oriaku asked. Certainly, nobody knew that Obiajulu had stabbed her, so they couldn’t have presumed that she was dead.
At first, the royal maid hadn’t wanted to be the harbinger of bad news. But her talkative nature wouldn’t let her be. She grabbed Oriaku’s hand and pulled her to one side.
“The secret has been brought to light. The gods have vindicated you in this matter…” She started.
“What matter? What are you talking about?” Oriaku’s brows ndaggered in confusion.
Ifeoma swallowed and began to spill the beans, but she failed to notice that Chinedum who’d been standing near was listening.
“Your husband has been arrested by Ikemba. His lover, Obiajulu had gone to the ancient river of Mmiriulo to bewitch her husband, so he wouldn’t find out about her secret affair with Anosike. On her way home, the gods struck her with blindness. From what I learned, she also tried to kill the moon virgin. It was after her blindness, that your husband was forced to confess about how they almost killed you and tossed your body into the river.”
Chinedum froze when he heard the details but he kept his cool. He didn’t believe a word that Ifeoma had spoken. He quickly moved away and focused on the final ritual that would set Adaora free from the curse that held her bound. But deep down, his heart was troubled. He noticed that many of the villagers had gathered. He could spot Okeke coming with his children to witness his arrival. Where was Anosike? Where was the wife that he loved and cherished?
Ikemba knelt beside her sleeping body. She was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. But even before he set his eyes on her, he had loved her. He had respected her.
“You almost sacrificed your life for me…for us…” He lowered his lips to her ears.
Tears stung his eyes at the costly sacrifice that Adaora had made.
“It is with your help that I will be free from the curse. I will love you with all my heart and I will be loyal to only you. We shall make generations together.”
When he was finished, he slit his wrist with the sacred weapon. Warm blood gushed out. He raised her tender hands and pricked a spot, so a little line of blood could flow through. When he was finished, he dropped the dagger gently on the ground.
“May the goddess of the moon and the god of the sun honor their words!” He prayed.
“Ise!!!” The people shouted.
He bound their hands together until a ray of silvery light appeared. The wounds were healed immediately as the curses upon them were broken.
All of a sudden, Adaora awoke with a sneeze.
“Where am I?” Her lips moved. She found it difficult to put the pieces together.
“You are here with me, my love.” A deep baritone responded.
The richness of his voice was all she needed to know that the man kneeling beside her was the ruler of Ezeudo. She recognized the man that haunted her dreams, the man whose presence was always with her.
“My King,” she bowed her head.
He laughed softly, “Is that what you’ll be calling your husband?” He cupped he face into his palms and stared into her greenish eyes.
“What do you want me to call you?” Adaora asked shyly.
He shrugged, “You’ll decide after this…”
Ikemba didn’t wait for another question, he pulled her gently towards himself and dropped a kiss on her lips. This loving action evoked praises from his people and they hailed the new lovers.
“Long Live the King! Long Live the Queen!”
When the chants had subsided, Chinedum stepped on the elevated portion of the palace.
“Is it true?” He gritted his teeth. His voice was broken and sore. His eyes were filled with pain and frustration.
Adaora quickly moved away as she was led to a plum woman in the crowd. She had a feeling that someone must have told Chinedum about his wayward wife.
“The goddess just whispered to me that you have no child. I returned with Ikele leaves to open your womb. You must come to the palace later for it,” Adaora whispered to the stranger.
Ifeyinwa, Obiajulu’s aunt lowered her head to the ground. The gods would give her a child as promised and through the help of the moon virgin.
“Thank you.”
Adaora was about to return to the King, when she spotted a crying Oriaku in the crowd. She sighed and quickly rushed to comfort her.
“Do not cry too much, remember that the gods will send you a better man.” Adaora pulled her in for a hug and caressed her hair. Oriaku had many regrets. If only she knew what had happened, she would’ve stayed back in Amabara. But it wasn’t too late. Once the marriage between Adaora and the King was sealed, she would return to Amabara and consider Okorie for her second chance at love.
The King was speechless as he stared into his cousin’s eyes. He couldn’t tell Chinedum the truth.
“Why don’t you rest and take a bath? The journey has been very stressful.”
“It is true right?” Chinedum scoffed. He now understood the pitiful gazes that he had been receiving from people.
Without waste of time, he moved away from the palace towards home. He had made a fool of himself by letting go of Princess Uli for a woman he’d thought was faithful. He marched with determination back home. He would leave the children with Adaora for some time. But he needed to get as far as he could from Obiajulu.
In the end, it was a happy day for everyone else in Ezeudo. The Kingdom dwellers were excited that the looming war between them and Amabara would never see the light of day. They had also heard about the crowing of the first woman to rule Amabara, Queen Uli. The Kingdoms would unite soon. Oriaku would find love in Okorie’s strong arms. It was going to be a difficult journey for Chinedum. But he would learn to forgive his blind ex wife and find more ways to convince Uli, that he was the man for her. The King and his Queen would be united as one, and just as the gods had promised, they would be blessed with children.
“Can we go back to the heavens now? Our work is ended.” Ituri whispered to her counterpart, the god of the sun.
Anyanwu sighed, “Sometimes I feel we could have a chance to be mortal. Their lives aren’t perfect. It is full of ups and downs, pains and tears, tragedies and joys, but they manage to be happy.
The goddess of the moon laughed, “And they die, but we don’t. Do not ever forget that.” He joined in the laughter as they soared over the clouds back to the god-realm where they will permanently reside and watch over their children.

THE END

Story By Davina Diaries

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