All Seeing Blindness

Prolugue

Somewhere in West Africa

</Two more years before he starts to show signs of who he is, we need to act now>says the tallest of them, with his chiseled jaw sharp enough to make a cut if anyone dares to touch it. They are all shiny black, shining enough to reflect the little light coming from the crack at the roof of the cave, black curly hair who have managed to maintain themselves over the years covering the thickest of skulls, they're eyebrows are so trimmed that not a single hair is out of place with long eyelashes that will make the finest Victoria street model go insane covering brown eyes reflecting in the darkness how dangerous they really are.

The lake suspended in the middle of the room shines and glimmers when the smallest of light rays touch it as if is boating of the power of transformation it holds.

They have been living in these mountains for fourteen years and yet to be discovered monitoring the most unusual black boy, its unusual enough that he's eyes aren't black or brown, one is blue while the other is green and that's not all, he's unusually strong for his age, punch him and your shoulder socket plus your back bone will not live to tell the tale.

The three of them have being in this room for the better part of the day discussing a boy who doesn't even know they exist or something like them exist.

</It's too early> the second says

</it's not too early> the first and the tallest replies </He's already showing signs now, if we don't act fast, they're going to discover his identity before we extract him>

</But what are we going to tell him> the third and the man with little words ask

</Let's just tell him his pack was attacked and his parent had to hide him till he was old enough to defend his pride> the seconds says

</Seriously, that's what we're going to tell him, that's soo cliché> the first replies shaking his head and rubbing his temples

</It is not> the second counters

</It is>

</It is not>

</It is>the first says with a cocky grin, knowing fully well what he's doing

</It is not>he replies standing up, his vision becoming red already

</Will the both of you stop bickering like little girls>the third scolds with his deep rumbling voice

</I wonder how I got stuck with the both of you as eld...>

His scolding was cut off by one of the youngsters appearing, his movement as swift as the chilly night breeze

</She's doing it again>he says, his demeanor cool but worry still creases his eyebrows together

</Thank You ibro, you may go now>

After the youngster is gone, they all look at the suspended lake in the middle of the room.

Their eyes turning totally gold as they slip into her mind

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She's still so young and inquisitive jumping from fence to fence.

In Nigeria, forget seeing white picket fences, what you see are tall fences with barb wires surrounding them but those houses still get robbed.

She lands on the fence of this particular house, the green, white and gold colours fascinating to her. Her young mind becoming so entranced she stepped on a barb wire. She growls fiercely at the barb wire and start to swipe at it hurting herself the more

</She's going to hurt herself, we have to do something>

</Somebody do something> the second says and start to panic

The first and third roll their eyes at him like it was possible in someone's head

</If you won't give the child the opportunity to know what's good and bad and when to fight and when to give up then do something and stop disturbing us>

The second signs and makes her calm unfortunately the worse was yet to come.

For behold in front of her is a chicken frozen like a child grabbing some 2am snack and mistakenly fall a pot. Immediately the elders saw it through her eyes, they knew...

IT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN

Her instincts takes over and she start chasing the chicken in an attempt to play with it but the poor animal was probably trained by its parent to run away from things with long sharp canine.

</Okay, now someone has to do something> the second starts again

</You know we can't, her instincts is superior to the minor effect we have on her> the first start

</The only thing we can do is to make her unconscious, at least that's bet....>

And yet again, within the space of two hours this midnight, another elder was interrupted before finishing his sentence.

But this was worse, the chicken had stopped running and decided to be brave, the girl starts to circle the chicken trying to calculate in her young mind the perfect angle to finish the hide and seek the chicken probably thought was a midnight snack situation.

Unfortunately as she tried to pounce on the chicken, it sprinted to the side and she crashed into the shop she was blinded from seeing by her eagerness to catch the chicken.

The last thing she saw before everything became black was the chicken picking a worm on the ground right in front of her nose.

</Well, things could have been worse like  a chicken hated while alive by her peers and her meat is disca......>

</SHUT UP!!> the remaining elders shout in unison

It seemed to me like the elders have perfected the act of interrupting one another.