Each new day in the village of Kosoko was like the previous; little kids running in every direction with the intention of playing on the foremost part of their minds, while the older kids could be found acting grown up and chatting with rabbits and rats; the most entertaining of animals. Mothers, ever busy, could also be seen keeping an eagle eyed look on their kids and hollering at them to return when they begin to venture far out of sight amidst gossiping with peers. When dusk strikes and the lights come alive, the aroma of their food compels both men and kids to respond with overwhelming alacrity. The men of the village only engage in farming, they used to be hunters but ever since the Igwoba(village head) bestowed upon animals the gift of speech, animals have rarely been killed for food and sport. Kosoko is indeed a beautiful village, but it hasn't always been so. ( Now, you're probably wondering where I am in all these, am I part of the men, women or kids?... Well, I'll let you in on a little secret : I am dead, and this is a story of how I died).
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Tales Of Tristan - Prelude
FantasyIn the village of Kosoko, a knight reveals his past life filled with action, romance and adventure, how he lived and what led to his eventual death. Find out about his dramatic life in this series, which I will try to update every week.
