FIGHT FOR LOVE

Chapter one

This has been going on for years, from our forefathers time. Since childhood, my brothers and I have been warned never to cross the border to the next town, which was Domeabra. We didn't know why, but we were made to understand that they never liked us and we were enemies. 

I really wanted to know why we were enemies, what was our history with them but the only thing I kept on hearing was, "you are a girl and this is man business".

 I hated it when I was not included in decision making but I was dolled up for a ceremony. I didn't want to be like my mother, Oheneyere Mercy Ababio, the queen, whose decision was not needed in decision making but was needed in the decision room to vote.  I wanted my voice to be heard that, "This decision was made by the princess", I wanted to be included into men affairs because women affairs sounded boring to me. I wanted to be able to lead warriors, not gossip. All these, my mother never complained her life as a queen for thirty-three years but I did and still doing.

I sighed for the tenth time that morning as I picked up a stick on the ground and began drawing in the sand. I was at my secret hide-out which was near the border but far from where the palace guards were positioned at. No one knew about this place. I had stumbled upon this place when I was trying to get away from my father trying to set me up with someone. The river looked so clean and the atmosphere was very peaceful. The trees surrounding the place made it look so serene. It has therefore become my runaway place.

I had come here today because my father was trying to set me up with a prince from another Kingdom. I didn't understand why he kept on forcing me to get married when I was only seventeen years. I wanted to find love, like in the books i have been reading, and write my own story one day. 

"You look worried", an unfamiliar voice broke through my thoughts. I quickly jumped up and reached for the pocket knife I always had on me. I turned to face the person and the face I met wasn't one I knew. 

I held the knife closer to me and pointed it at him. I had been taught some basic self-defense skills. 

The stranger raised his hand and said, "You might have to put that down. I am basically harmless"

I eyed him and slowly dropped my hands but I kept the knife close in case he tried to do anything. 

"What are you doing here?", I asked him.

"I should be asking you that question. What are you doing here?", he asked back.

It was then I took notice of him very well. He was tall, or should I say taller than me in height, had a brown skin tone, had brown eyes, kinky black hair, an oval, slightly pointed nose, a full lips; top brown down light pink, and almond shaped eyes. He had a broad chest which was trying to rip the material of the shirt he was wearing. It was then I noticed the material he was wearing. 

He was from Domeabra. He was a Domeabran.

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