The Forgotten Prophecy: The BraveHeart Series

Chapter 19 - Jehlani

**THX FOR READING!!**

Words couldn't describe how I was feeling right now. Being with Trent has been a whirlwind, and I decided that I was going to enjoy the ride for the rest of my life. Since I woke up this morning, I've been having all sorts of visions about Amina and the mystery woman who looks just like her. After breakfast and the amazing tour, I was sitting cross-legged on Trent's bed, reading the book he gave me on his family.

I learned some interesting things, but what really got my attention was the second chapter, "The Unsung Prince." It was a prophecy about twin brothers Oren and Omer, who would compete for the role of Alpha King.

Oren and Omer would be like night and day, good and evil. Oren would be feared, and Omer would be highly revered. Oren would overhear his father making plans to crown Omer as Alpha King, and this would anger him. As an act of revenge, Oren would stage a coup that would cause a division in the kingdom, and Oren, his oldest son, would kill the king. What he wouldn't account for was his father's will, which named Omer his successor because he knew of his firstborn's evil intentions. Oren was to remain imprisoned until Omer was officially named Alpha King and sovereign of Onígboyà. When Omer receives the mantle, he strips his brother of his titles and banishes him from the kingdom for treason. What follows in the years afterward is destruction, lies, and death.

It was fascinating to learn all this history. As I flipped through, I got to a story named The Origins of Ogboju. It was the story of Trent's great ancestor and the mage. As I read along, I saw the name of the witch: Anisa Mwezi. I gasped and dropped the book as if it bit me. All the stories that my Nana had told me about our Ancestors swirled through my mind, and this story stuck out because it had been told to me multiple times before. This was the reason for the arrangement between our families. I decided that I needed to meditate, so I got into my mantra and relaxed my mind.

When I opened my eyes, I was standing in the darkness of a large hut. As I looked around, I noticed plants in every corner, a library of books and scrolls on the far-left wall, and empty potion bottles scattered around. A large black cauldron rested in the middle of the room; the smoke that cascaded upwards through the hole in the ceiling gave off an unfamiliar smell. I stepped out of the darkness to better scan my surroundings; to my right was a woman with skin identical to the night sitting on the bed crying. She had broken chains on her wrists and ankles, which spoke volumes to my soul. When the floorboards creaked under me, her face shot up to meet mine. The color of her eyes matched mine, and she possessed perfect bone structure. Her breasts sat high behind the hide top, and her legs were perfectly structured underneath the sarong she was wearing; her beauty was devastating. There was a lioness on either side of her feet as if they were guarding her.

As I inched closer to her, the lionesses silenced their growls and bowed to me. The woman stared in amazement at the sight.

"Why are you crying?" I sat beside her and touched her shoulder, feeling something change within me.

"The one I love has married another, and I wrongfully conjured my revenge. The Ancestors will never forgive me," she spoke with a strong accent. She dropped her head and sobbed harder. While I consoled her, I could feel her pain.

"Nilikosea, na Miungu wameniadhibu..." Her voice was soft, but powerful.

(I was wrong, and the Gods have punished me)

"What did you do?" I asked her. With a wave of her small hand, a glowing blue lotus appeared out of thin air and floated towards me. I placed my palms together, and it fell into my hands like soft rain. When it touched my skin, the petals gently opened, and a whisper was soon heard coming from the flower,

"Kilichovunjika kitatengenezwa tena, lakini damu lazima imwagike......."

(What was broken shall be mended again, but blood must be shed....)