Arrogance of Destiny Ep.15

ARROGANCE OF DESTINY

EPISODE 15
UNUAME, CLOSE TO ISSE RIVER.
C. 1538

It was dusking, the dying of a sun brought red to the world; but this had nothing to do with why the thick shadows on the battlefield were red.

Those ones lived their lives, those that were about to lose them on the battle field. On the battlefield, the soldiers obeyed their drills; they were seasoned.

Cries rose above cries and new pains gave hands to old pains. We soon know our body can enjoy the highest of pleasure and of pain, growing. The mind, the same.

The footsteps of Arhuan thudded on the sand like a mortal, he moved through the crowds. The tallest of the Bini army was below his belly.

Therefore, men were use to flog men to death. Blades and axes, wielded by Death herself, cut air as they flew straight for Arhuan’s waist. Many of the same intent opened his flesh and enemies brought him down and use the weapons to eat his flesh.

When they had finished, they left for another conquest but turned back, for Arhuan got up, I swear they could see a smile on his maimed face. Then…

All his flesh started to repair. All his wounds started to unwound. All his skins started to stitch. All his angers start to gather.

There was no man inside the set that didn’t have his bones remove from his flesh, while he was alive. One man bone opened the flesh of another.

He was angry at himself; his selfish desires and that of others had started the war. He remembered how his father had told him that rulers put the people before themselves. But now Many of his people were dead.

War is not entirely on the battlefield; the hungers of the people are better killers. Arhuan knew the king was beyond the oceans of puns, he pushed forward.

There were heads flying; soldiers where crowded around a soldier as though going to a head-slaughterhouse.

“Who dances like I do, I degree he dies on the spot,” Arhuan cried. He can never be best with another best in the battle field; it was his home.

There was a thunder at the middle of the crowd but the moon showed a clear sky. The crowd started to move out. Arhuan saw a Bini soldier, holding a smoking firearm and pointing at the soldier that was at the centre of the crowd.

Something pushed him to move closer. He moved closer.

It was Onioni. It was his first son. He had never been deader. Even deader than his dead child; dead by his own doing. By his own pride.

‘All these are about my pride and the pride of all my cabinet chiefs having a volatile reaction with the pride of Osawe and his chiefs.’

He picked him up. The tears that came out of his eyes were blood. Ogono had made him more dead than alive. But now the small part, his soul was hurt.

The shortsightedness of destiny, even when we mortals climb the sky, can never be compare to our long-sightedness.


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