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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"Oh my god! They're coming closer! I can hear their footsteps, they're here!" the naked man with a trace of blood from his nose shivered as they walked to the main hall. Pee flowed between his legs while he squeezed his robust body to the corner to save himself from embarrassment and extreme fear. Fear that they would kill him. Especially Asa who almost strangled him to death minutes ago. Breathing heavily and hiding, Yotifa, Asa, and Ajoke walked towards them.
"The northerners... Who are they?"
"Some of them are settlers from Niger but they are very different from us. The common name from them is, Hausa and they also worship a different god." The chief answered.
"There's no night like tonight!" Lanre smiled and dragged some of the bodies. He was excited to gain freedom after so long and if possible, he would meet these mysterious men from other lands.
"You just want to waste our time time we get captured again, right? What if they don't come?" Yotifa muttered and pointed his sword at the chief's neck again.
"No, no, no, no... It's true! I heard my uncle talk about the Northerners. They'd be here before dawn." The naked man quivered. Hugged his knees to his chest like that of a convulsing child.
Looking towards the wall, Shade noticed a shadow behind the king's chair. Her eyes squinted in the direction.
"Is everything alright?" Ajoke enquired in curiosity.
"There's someone behind that chair." She signaled with her eyes.
Shade who was beside them took a step closer. She held her wooden bow forward and fired an arrow at the royal chair.
'Whizz!'
The king jumped out of his hiding place with a loud cry for help. Everyone turned to him, alerted. With their weapons at him, ready to strike.
"Please don't kill me! I don't have the strength, please."
"But you gave orders."
"I only followed instructions from the gods. I'm innocent, I swear!" His voice heightened to the words.
"You're their king, you're one of them! You need to die!" Yotifa walked up and down, eager to kill the king already.
"No, no... Please! I only did what I thought was best. Forgive me. I'd help with the trade to the northerners. I would convince my people and the Giants that it was all my fault. I'll do whatever you ask of me so please, don't kill me-"
A loud thud struck right in front of the huge wooden door and everyone shivered at one.
"I know you are lying Mr. King. Expecting more guests?" Yotifa inquired.
"Not that we expected." the king replied, putting on his crown while the naked man buried his face into his palms. He could hear his ears ring as he swallowed hard in his damp throat.
