The Heir Of Wilberforce

Chapter 1 : Armad Djinn or Armad Wilberforce

In the year 1852 After Amri, the people of a certain small village lined outside at the border of the village. None of them could care about the scorching sun on their heads as their gloomy faces looked hopeless as they parted with their loved ones. If you look at them, you'll realize that they were divided into two; at one side, it's only the old, women and children, while at the other, all the adults (men and women).

"It's time I say!" A fatty officer with pointed eyes growled at them. "if you don't want to go, then you can just tell us and we'll tell the Lord about it." As he spoke he cast a sinister gaze at the little children on the side of the weak, and then he turned to chuckle at his colleague by the side.

But the villagers were too frightened to respond, for as soon as the word 'Lord' left his mouth, a certain tremor seemed to run through their bodies all. And the five hundred or so people on the side of the strong men and women quickly forget all the terms of goodbye. They turned and followed the fatty officer in blue uniform toward the dark forest ahead. But a woman stood behind, the officer opened his mouth to blurt out something, but as soon as he saw that it was her, he kept silent and left.

Just like the other officer standing in front of the weak, who also acted as if he didn't notice the small boy at the side of the weak looking and weeping at this woman. Certainly these officers would have done more than just a growl if it were someone else. But it seemed they couldn't do anything to her or to the boy.

Tears simply couldn't stop running on the face of the boy. He could give anything to stay with his mother, but this cruel world wouldn't accept anything from him. The mother bent down in front of him, and used a white piece of cloth to clean the tears soaking his face. But it all seemed a futile exercise, since the tears just continued to soak the face nonetheless.

"Stop crying just be strong, I'm coming back soon in a few months time. After all who do you think can defeat me in the Jinzidal?" She asked the boy, pinching his cheeks a little, but he couldn't answer her. He could only shook his head. "Okay I've got to go, come here lemme hug you one more time. But promise me that if I hug you, you'll stop crying. And you won't cry again until I get back."

"Mom, I'm not crying it's just the tears coming on their own." The boy said, his voice sounded strong as an igneous rock, "okay mom, you can go, just beat them all. I know you can do it."

The mother couldn't help furrowing her eyebrows a little, I know I taught him to be strong, but isn't this resolve stronger than his age, he's just fifteen! She couldn't help feeling that the sternness of her son was a bit over his age as she hugged him.

After a while, she released him and looked over to a small girl within the crowd and said, "Sheesha, thanks for coming to see me off. Look out for each other right." The girl smiled and nodded.

"Good luck madam Fatimah, I wish you success. Maybe because of you, we may have some hope after all this years."

After a few more goodbyes with her son, she also left.

As soon as she left, the other officer in blue stood in front of them, and made sure he hijacked even the relief of a goodbye cry from them, "if a single cry arose, I'll inform the Lord about your denial." He said, looking into each and every desperate one of their eyes. "Go home now, if you are lucky they win and come back with fortune. If not, then blame only your fate."

Even the children knew better than to cry, for they knew the terrors of the 'Lord' were scarier than the horrors of their worst nights. So they turned back and walked sluggishly back to their small village. After all, that wasn't the first time they had to endure a similar ordeal. And it wasn't only their village or even their country, it's world wide. So what could they do about a world-wide curse.