Chapter 1 The ambush

Chapter 1

Kalanje pov

1200 years ago.

The village of Mubaila sits quietly, surrounded by forests and a stream.

The sound of children running around naked and playing interrupts those flowing waters.

And I live here. I was looking at the people's work from my workstation.

I made bows with our village artisan, whose attention was glued to broken equipment.

When we heard the noise of men running towards our village and a band of cattle being chased our way, rising steadily from the trees that surrounded us.

The first thing I hear is the swish of a flying arrow.

Fly past my face, and my legs act on their own. They pull me away to safety in my mother's hut.

I enter and find her on the ground, crying, "Mama!"Mama!! I call, but she does not answer.

She lays there still and at peace with an arrow on her chest. I ran outside to look for my brother and sister, but they were nowhere to be found. Just then, someone pulls me from behind and covers my mouth.

He points in a direction and says to my ears, "Run to Borrankama." Your home stands on a rift, and I stop and turn to see if they are close. I search for my pursuers. No one was in sight, but then I ran forward, increasing my speed and not stopping until I came to a rift. That divided the earth and separated my people from the healer's hut, which was given where I was. I was close, and it was the only motivation I needed now. I ran backward, measuring the momentum I needed. I ran straight for the rift. My body swings to the other end as I leap into the air with my arms aiming for a hold. But I fall and roll like an amateur; it is my first time crossing this large rift. And as I proceed, I hear the sounds of arrows raining down in pursuit as one grabs my thigh.

I don't turn back. I limp, continuable to recognize my way as my vision blurs and the white and red tattoos of the Gbali people come into view. I am seated on the floor, watching my blood trickle and my body grow weaker and weaker as the colors on their bodies fade gradually. Am I dying? Is this the end of me? I try to move my hand forward, but my eyes finally close. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in her cave; the seer of our village came to save me. I don't see her clearly, but I call her in low groans, "Borrankama?"

Borrankama? To be sure I wasn't dreaming, "I am here," the voice of a young lady replies, "Your body is burning up here; take this and don't move," she instructs. I hold my head up a little and drink from the calabash. After I drink a little of it, I lie back, and my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness. I turn to the light. Beside me, I see her eyes, which are green and shining. like the keku (cats) in the night."Your eyes," I say."Yes, I know," she replies."You are young!" I am shocked."Yes, I know," she replied. And then she runs her palm over my face, and I drift into slumber. I woke up this time, and the cave was empty. I could see the sun shining through the opening in the cave, which was facing east. I looked around, and my sense of direction was off. I raise my upper body and roll off the giant flat rock covered with skins. When my left leg touched the ground, a sharp pain spread through my body. The pain jolted me back instantly to the reality of my situation. I carefully stand this time and make my way out of the cave slowly. It would be best if you were not outside when I hear Borankama speak. I turned and saw her by the side, tending to some plants. She was focused on her work and chose not to glance in my direction. She said your wound is almost healed, and the poison is gone. I swallow hard as my mind drifts back to what had happened between me and the people who had attacked my village and how I had to flee like a deer in hunting season."They are all dead," I say to her."I know, but are they really if you are alive?" I asked, looking at her askance."Only I alone can make the people, and even if I do, they are already gone; these would be new."Yes, but you can always find a home with new people."

Go back in and rest.

You will need all your strength to make a new home," she tells me. I stand there and watch her as she works. She has not turned her back since, and I haven't seen her face once. I walk to the side, ignoring her warning to rest, and try to see her face. But her hair, which is long and dark, covers her face. I do not relent.

Moving forward to face her, careful not to step on her plants, I look at her now. She is not as old as my people's stories about her.

She looks young, and I could swear her eyes still glow under the sun.

The green sparkles under the hair that stopped around her nose through the front.

"What happened to your eyes?" I ask her.

"I was born this way; go back and rest!" she says with authority.

"You do not tell me what to do." I shot back. She smiles, and I notice her eyes looking at my injured leg. I see my leg and notice too.

My two legs are touching the ground.