A fictional tale by Folusho…
The sound of crows filled the air.
How terrible it sounded to a happy person.
They lurk around hoping you have something to spare.
Enclosed in every carcass, is a tragic lesson.
The boy dragged his two wolves by means of a rope over his shoulder. The blood of the dead wolves made a trail as he moved with a slight limp. His wound had almost healed up already. This was one thing about him that made him fearless whenever he was fighting anything. He didn’t care about getting hurt, all he cared about was killing his enemy. Even his twin sister admired him for that. He was glad to be taking a prize home after his hunt. He had been hunting since he was five with his twin sister and this was his most significant kill. His sister however had been hunting tigers since she was fourteen. She was always better at everything. She was more courageous, faster, smarter and beautiful. He stopped for a while to check his wound, he dropped his rope and removed the piece of cloth around his lap. The wound had stopped bleeding and didn’t need the cloth anymore. He took his rope again and moved on. He thought about his sister, how she would react when she found out he killed two wolves for dinner. He smiled to himself. His sister was obsessed with killing tigers though. She said their fur was worth a lot in the nearby village.
AKIFELA loved the nearby village. The way of life of the people there intrigued him. He had always wanted to go there but his grandmother had always prevented him. His sister was the only one allowed to go there to trade the things they owned, and buy the things they needed. This two wolves were probably his ticket, while his sister was away. He could use this wolves as an excuse to go into the village, trade their fur and look around before going back home. Though, he knew his sister was already in the village and his grandmother would be against it, he didn’t care. He was determined to go there anyway.
Meters away, a grizzly bear was following the trail of blood he was leaving. It had starved for days and had been feeding on insects for survival. The bear followed the blood trail anxiously salivating as it sensed that the blood was getting fresher. It spotted AKIFELA who kept on moving, unaware of what was behind him. It broke into a run towards him. The cold wind blew past and AKIFELA stopped for a while, tired and cold. As he stopped, his mind concentrated on his environment. He heard the sound of something coming from behind and he turned around immediately. He saw the brown bear covered with a little snow running towards him. His heart tripled its beating. He dropped the rope holding the wolves and moved backwards. He toke his bow and arrow and aimed at the bear. He shot his first arrow and it hit the bear on the shoulder. The bear roared and charged even faster than before. He picked another arrow and shot it aiming for its head. The arrow missed, but it hit the bear on its front leg. The bear was a few meters closer now, AKIFELA threw his bow away, his eyes turned yellow and he ran towards the coming bear with rage.
The crows sat on a nearby rock to spectate. The fight however ended as quickly as it began, even quicker. They turned their tiny heads to observe properly. Both parties seemed to be dead. That meant excess food for the crows during this harsh season. One of the crows volunteered to examine the bodies. The huge creature lied on the ground with his stomach on the floor and the boy lied on the opposite direction with his stomach faced up. He was holding his sides which he had sustained a deep injury.
AKIFELA got up. He saw the bear, lying dead with two crows on it. ”I killed it!” he exclaimed. He had jumped at the shoulder of the bear as both of them clashed. The bear had stood on both legs, roared and stroke him at his sides with its sharp claws. He had pulled out his arrow from the bears shoulder. The beast stood on all fours again, and bit him with its jaws by his side. He thrusts the arrow into the back of the bear’s head. It roared loudly and fell on the ground with him falling the opposite way.
He lied on the ground laughing at the whole situation. His bravery, quickness and brain had just earned him a bear. The same qualities he admired his sister for. He taught of how he was going to pull the bear with the wolves back home. Though home wasn’t far anymore, he waited for his injury to heal. The sun moved down as if it was no longer interested in what was going on this side of the world. The crows were feasting off one of the wolves, the one that was badly stabbed. He got up, his side was not completely healed though but the wound had covered up and was less painful now. He scared the crows away, loosened the rope from the legs of both wolves and tied the bear alone. He pulled the heavy bear along and headed home.
The crows gathered around both carcasses, as the little hunter boy dragged off his burden just before the night fell leaving behind, a feast for crows.
YURII dragged his sister out of the arena as the crowd cheered for their new Champion. A good number of the crowd expressed their discontempt openly. Some of them had just lost all of thier money from betting on her to win. They screamed curses at her and threw things at her and her brother as he carried her out of the arena. She looked pale, filled with shock and fear, holding her throat protectively like she might lose it at any moment. OROGI had taken her by surprise with his new modification of his ability. She had planned to seriously hurt him this time so that he stops challenging her and learned to respect her but the exact opposite had happened. Her black hair had turned light brown after all her rolling on the floor coughing her throat out.
YURII carried his sister back to their small hut in the chief’s compound. The arena was large and round, about 500meters in diameter. It was caged round to shield the spectators from the warriors and a high table for some special spectators. It was also located behind the chief’s house.
YURII staggered into the hut with his sister in his arms shivering and gently settled her down on the mat. The hut was cool, round in shape and the wall was decorated with bones and feathers and art works made by their most famous village artist. There was only one mat in the hut, and a box beside it in which AIRA kept her things. AIRA looked around the small hut as she settled down, the smell of home brought comfort to her and assured her of safety. She taught of what could have happened to her out there and immediately made a conviction in her mind never to fight him again. She had never attempted to kill anyone before in her life, only animals. For the first time in her life she realized what the DEATH THUG would feel like, even worse, she wasn’t sure anymore if she could win it.
“You lost sister!” YURII’s voice fired through her mind as he started pacing around the room. “Few battles away from the DEATH-THUG itself and you lose to that chubby maniac!” he stopped and faced her as he shouted and pointed in the direction of arena.
“Did you see what he did to me out there?” AIRA squeaked back, upset that her one and only little brother showed no concern about her well-being after something like that happened, ”He almost killed me!!”
“I don’t care! The point is you LOST!” he snapped. He continued moving about now speaking to himself with his arms floating about expressing how greatly doomed they were. “The chiefs would have their doubts doubled now.” he said to himself loud enough to be heard. ” They’ll say you’re not good enough, they’ll say we can’t have a MESHKARI (female ruler)”
“Get out.” she said gently waving her hands towards the door controlling the wind to blow the door wide open.
“What?” said YURII as he stopped and turned in her direction.
“I said Get out!!” she screamed at him with the little energy she had left in her precious throat. YURII walked out calmly and left the door opened. She shut the door herself with her abilities and relaxed. She felt bad about her brother’s coldness towards her. She and YURII had been together alone in the world since she was 10 and he was 7. Their Father was the chief and his wife was his cousin. Their father took a second wife, a peasant girl from the street, and after a year, AIRA was born. His first wife however later gave birth to OROGI a few months after AIRA was born. Both women grew hostile towards each other as time passed on and eventually their mother was poisoned by Orogi’s mother and she died. As punishment, she was banished from the village and was secretly killed on the orders of the chief. Thus all the chief’s children grew up together without a mother.
All three of them were born with special abilities. AIRA had control of the wind and her brother YURII had a ‘CURSE’, it basically allowed him to create flames as large as a touch flame with all his energy concentrated for hours. Their Step-brother OROGI could manipulate his size to his wish. He always bragged that he could grow as large as a mountain.
However, their father, the current chief was very old and sick, and according to tradition, a new chief must be appointed from his household. All contestants must battle with their lives at stake and the winner would become the new chief of the village. AIRA was the strongest amongst her siblings. She and her brother had suffered in the hands of OROGI’s family while they were little. They had no one in the world but themselves and the chief- who had no time for them at all. Hence as a child, she resolved to become the future ruler of the village so as to be strong enough to protect her brother and defeat all her enemies.
She rested her head on the mat, her throat felt better now, she closed her eyes slowly and slept off.