The Chronicles of Tsumburbura

Chapter One: The Siege

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Chapter one - The Siege

Jarmai, the commander of the cavalry who had been on the forefront in this raid was at the moment leading his people towards the apex of the Dala Hill where the hut, which served as the lair of the Tsumburbura idol resided. This was the promise he made to the Emir that he would see to it that the idol was destroyed. And that he would do it himself. Despite knowing the fact that it was suicidal for anyone to attempt destroying the idol known to have possessed great magical powers. After all, he was the bravest warrior in the kingdom.
He held his spear and dashed through the idol worshippers who came out ready to die to defend their faith. Most of them were holding axes and a few others a locally-made sword that looked so blunt to cause any serious injury to its victims. Few of them wore clothes that were mostly rags, while majority wore loincloths.
Beneath the hill, the fight was fierce between the Emir's men and the idol worshippers. The soldiers lined up beneath the hill shooting arrows at them, while they only attacked with their blunt swords, and shielded themselves with the wooden shields and that resulted in many causalities on their side.
Jarmai sent his spear into the chest of one devotee holding an axe and a wooden shield, sending the man down at the entrance of the hut where the idol lived. Other devotees came at him with their axes, and met the same fate in the hands of the Emir's men tagging him from behind.
He dismounted from his horse and entered into the hut with his spear ready to strike.
The hut was enormous and consisted of a few fleeces spread on the ground and different parts of animals' organs hung on the sticks that stood around the hut, which also served as the pillars that held it together. Smoke formed in the hut which originated from the fire flaming at the center of the hut in which different kinds of roots and herbs were burning. Seated close to the fire was a monstrous figure holding a snake in its both hands.
It shrieked loudly when Jarmai entered; it rose up and turned its face toward Jarmai and muted something that could not be discerned by his ears, but which meant to express its dismay over the sudden intrusion into its abode by a stranger.
"It is time."
"The time has come."

Jarmai was puzzled and became dumbfounded after 'hearing' this. He couldn't believe himself that the words were coming from his own mouth.
He was actually the one talking to himself.
"The bearer of the curse has come."
Jarmai felt his mind telling him this. The creature was trying to reach and communicate to him through his mind, and expressed the same through his lips.
He tried and controlled his mouth and that gave his brain the power to recall the commands the Emir gave him a day before the siege.
You have to carry out your undertaking.
You must destroy the idol.
The snakes held in the hand of the monster hissed and snarled at him, struggling to loosen from the grip that held them, which stopped them from biting him. This brought him back to his senses, and he staggered backward defending himself by pointing the tip of his spear at them. He knew that he had no any chance to change his mind since he had entered into this creepy palace of the idol. It was either he succeed in destroying the idol or die trying.
I must kill this idol! I must destroy Tsumburbura! He thought.
Never! You can't kill me. I am no man.
He believed the creature replied in his mind and the words came out through his mouth.
He flinched when he felt a pain on his left arm. He quickly craned his neck to the left and found a hefty man standing by his side, holding a knife in his right hand and a bowl in the other, which he put to collect the droplet of blood flowing from the cut on his hand. The man is half a giant by his size, and wore the same type of loincloth as the other devotees. He had a sword sheathed in its scabbard which was tied around his waist. He looked scary and furious.
You are now cursed, you and your descendants.
I am Tsumburbura; and I cursed you and your blood.
Jarmai tried to control his mouth from speaking on behalf of his 'target', but he couldn't stop his lips from moving. He was actually here to kill this monster, not to be flung into this mysterious discussion. And to make his point clear, he raised his spear and lunged at the monster.
It was then that he had a proper look into its face.
It had a long black face that carried two red eyes and long snorted nose with a neighbouring big mouth
"The idol is very dangerous; you must be very careful." He remembered the Emir's words cautioning him about the evil of the idol.
He aimed his spear at its face but to his utter surprise coupled with disappointment the weapon couldn't reach its intended target. He quizzically looked at his hands and legs to see if there is any invisible hands of another invisible giant devotee holding him from effecting his attack. Nothing. He tried to move his hand that held the spear, he couldn't.
He looked at the idol again. There he found it standing with one hand extended towards him. Surely the monster is putting some sort of spell or something on him that pinned him in place.
"I told you. You can't kill me; I am no man."
This time the words echoed around the hut, as if everything inside was talking.
"This man and you have your destinies intertwined."
He believed now the monster was referring to the giant man standing erect like an iroko tree, the bowl in his hand.
"Both of you have a lot in common. Your descendants came from the same genealogical tree. Your blood have been serving me for years; and will continue to serve me when my kingdom returns in the next 300 years. You can't escape that; it's your destiny."
He became frightened, and watched as the giant man moved toward Tsumburbura holding the bowl containing the droplets of his blood. He knelt down with his knees to the ground before the idol. He put the bowl down, used the knife he cut Jarmai's arm and cut his left arm sending the droplet of his blood into the bowl. He remained in that position shaking the bowl mixing the content, his mouth twitching, probably muttering some incantation, then he rose up and extended his hand holding the bowl to the idol.
After taking the bowl, the idol moved towards the fire burning at the center of the hut. Jarmai was still standing with his right hand hanging in the air, he couldn't move it nor drop it down. Though the force holding him there was still in effect, but he began to muster some courage to try using his last weapon; the magical amulet given to him by his father, so he tried using his left hand resting by his side.
He became more than happy when he was able to move the hand. Luckily for him, the spell cast by the creature didn't hold his whole body. Perhaps the creature didn't expect him to have another trick up his sleeve. So before he lost that chance, he quickly used the free hand and stroked the amulet dangling on his neck.
Pew! He vanished into the thin air and that made the spell holding him ineffective. He then moved towards the idol standing before the fire and stabbed it with the spear. The creature roared and screamed, the sound of which reverberated within and outside the hut. Smoke rose from the body of the creature, and started seeping out of the hut, through the entrance. Frightened as he was to the bone, Jarmai retrieved the spear from the thick smoke and aimed it at the giant devotee standing dumbfounded at the side, not knowing what to do. He threw the spear at him with all his might.

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