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.
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Entering the main hall, the Ninki Nanka pushed the door with their giant bodies. They crept in once at a time. Like a bird freed out of its nest, with greater and faster gravity.
"What the hell is that?" Sanmi, the translator cried out loud in amazement. His sword was drawn, waiting for a fair chance to slice its throat.
"They are weird, mythological creatures called Ninki Nanka." Banjoko turned pale as he muttered in ancient Yoruba.
"What? What does this mean? I thought they only existed in folktales... " Sanmi muttered in the dwarf's language. Hearing him say this, Banjoko smiled at him.
Escape there was none, they were prepared for battle.
"Folktales aren't just fantasy stories. They're reality-based experiences just like now. Nanka Ninki, the dragon spirit, is the guardian of the sacred river and forest. It is also an omen of death and I think they're after something here. Probably the twin eggs to gain supremacy."
"This is terrible. Is the world going to end tonight? How many are they?" His neck stretched to the direction again in fear before facing the dwarf leader.
"We want to see the giants."
"They want to see the giants." Sanmi interpreted.
"What do they want with the giants?" Yotifa raised an eyebrow.
"To collect the golden twin egg the gods blessed the earth with," Banjoko muttered while Sammi interpreted the sentence, respectively.
"Why do they need the twin egg?"
He laughs faintly. "If it gets to the Nanka Ninki's possession, they'd become more powerful creatures called dragons."
"What is a dragon..."
"It's another creature similar to it, but with wings."
"W.. Wings? Would they be able to fly?"
"Of course! Right now, we need to protect the egg so it won't get to their possession." The interpreter muttered.
"What about the boat?" Asa asked.
"To leave this cursed land. To move far away through the sea. But right now, there are none left."
"We are going to die here..." the naked man cried, still holding a cup to his cork to a cup in case he urinated again. Mucus dripped from his nostril onto his mouth and chest, but he didn't bother wiping it off. His eyes were bloodshot from too much fear. One look at him and you could tell that he was the most scared man in the room. His whole body was shaking and he couldn't feel his feet, or even stand erect.
"Die, here?!" Banjoko turned to the naked man with boiling anger. He hated how scared and shaky he was and wondered if he'd even seen a dead body.
Something very terrible was going on in the naked man's mind but Banjoko didn't care. He could have worn another cloth from the dead chiefs but he was too scared to do that. Perhaps, it was a taboo.
