Amasa

Chapter sixteen- Storm before the calm

King Toga's echo reverberated inside the Pokoda mountains.

"Why does this kingdom continually want to challenge my intellect?"

"No my King, not at all."

Chima stayed staring at the ground as he was scolded.

"You call yourself a warrior and you come here report the tales a young boy told you?"

King toga's demeanor drastically changed. From a warm sunny feeling on your skin to a bitter cold accompanied with whipping winds.

"I do not know what is more offensive, that you are accusing my nephew of treachery or that you believed a small village boy. What is wrong with you?"

Chima did not respond.

"Collect your weapons and head down to Karimba, you are no longer a palace warrior."

Chima's eyes widened.

"Be gone of this palace by sunset."

Chima was silent. He had not clearly thought through before he acted. Runesu was all that had presided in his mind. His purpose had been taken from him yet he was still not discouraged. He stood by what he had said.

"Leave before I heighten the stakes. Aikaka wasting my time!"

Standing upright, taking himself and his pride, Chima left more determined to make a difference. Unopa reminded himself of his character in his own childhood. Continuously pleasing others and accomplishing tasks at hand for acceptance. This time round he would defy his nature to gain greater acceptance. His longing to be seen by Runesu outweighed the honor and admiration from serving royalty. A sensation he had never experienced had been lingering on his heart since the moment he spoke to Runesu. A daring nature he did not posses even as a warrior had fallen upon him.

He had consistently found a way to blend in with his village, taking on acceptable actions, behaving in a respectable manner. All he longed for now was to stick out as the oak tree in the dry desert, and be the anchor and strength in his own life and that of others. It had always been a part of him and presumably the reason he trained numerous days and nights to be selected as a warrior.

The instantaneous moment he lost his livelihood straight from the King's mouth, he realized that it was not his way of living that would make him strong, it would be his actions to protect his ideas and essence even when questioned, his willingness to not be shaken from his beliefs even in the mist of adversity.

Walking towards to the weapon room and leaving his royal knife on the central rock, Chima smiled as he felt more equipped than he had ever been to face the world.

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"Why in the heavens would you tell Amasa!"

Runesu was livid. Muvuri swayed in his actions as the grass did to the wind, never in one place. Never choosing a side.

"Father was right about you! You were never loyal to him, any chance to sabotage his success, you took it!"

Muvuri remained cross legged on the floor, seemingly unbothered and at ease to Runesu's discomfort. Runesu paced and seethed, on the verge of the insanity.

"This is a good thing I guess. I have had enough! You have just forced me to take Amasa back even quicker before she resists my company any further or uncovers my identity."

Planting her hands on her waist, Runesu's anxiety radiated in the room as her pacey thoughts splurged out into her speech.

"You think too slow, for that the real reason you do not know."