To survive an endless curse cast upon the earth by the gods, humans sought freedom and revenge upon those who were closest to them- the Giants. Attacking with powerful sleep spells, the situation left them with only 24 hours of escape.
Celebrating...
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The guards helped him up to his feet while he dusted off his body.
“Why wasn’t I invited to this party? Huh? And where are the dancers? Someone play me a song, please!” A charmer with a v-shaped physique bounced in, like a knight of the night.
“Who’s that?” Asa whispered to Yotifa.
“That’s Prince Awade from Ondo. He and the king are best friends and allies. He’s worse than our prince so, let’s just watch him for now.”
“Chicken! I want chicken! Wine! Boiled yams! Bush meat! The girls and all have you! Drummers, please... Play me something!” Prince Awade ordered.
Their startled eyes blinked twice at him.
Some servants obeyed without second thoughts, while the rest gave him a weird look.
“Slaves, dance for me!” He clamored with his veins, sticking out of his neck. “Party on, please!”
Prince Awade and his two younger brothers, who were firm and taller, walked beside him. One would think they were his bodyguards. Disappointment plastered their faces as they noticed that most of the men were way drunk. Especially Segun, who hardly smiles. He managed to greet the first chief he met at the door with a single nod, but his brittle smile made it obvious that he wasn’t holding up very much.
Asa wore a worrisome look while the men found their way to sit among the chiefs and prince.
“Are you staying the night?” Title questioned.
“Probably...” He threw a kola nut into his mouth and chewed on it vividly. “Our purpose for being here does not concern the gods, so don't assume otherwise. And we had just emerged from a hazardous battle in Ijebu. We’d lost most of our warriors, and we thank the gods for keeping our lives. We decided to stop by and visit the king!”
“We can’t call that victorious now, would we?” a chief with a white full beard asked.
“Whatever you call it, we are survivors!” He tore the lap of chicken with his teeth and chewed on it hungrily.
Just then, the king’s informant whispered some words into the king’s ears.
“Well, well, well... Welcome to Oyo-Ile. You all are humble guests!” The king muttered. “So tell me, what brings you here?”
“All is being cleared, King Otun. As you can see, we’ve suffered a significant loss. They are not dead, they live in the hearts they leave behind. This war isn’t over yet. We would surely win only if we join the alliance.”
“My god! Is this all that’s left of you? I never thought that the threat of Ijebu was so serious.” He snickered while his chiefs joined him in laughter.
Segun and the other brother felt disgusted by their reactions. Prince Awade felt no shame. He had pride and honor to protect, but he hardly showed it, unlike others.
