The Legend Of Dayo is Komba…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 3: THE RIVALRY
A Horrible Man
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The White Komba opened its mouth so big that nothing else could be seen of its face except the yawning greenish insides of its mouth, its knife-like teeth gnashing alarmingly in its mouth.
“Commander!” Mickey King screamed as the horses came to a screeching halt with fear, neighing in their terror. “He cut us off! We’re trapped!”
The other White Kombas were leaping and approaching rapidly, giving off excited screams that were absolutely fractious and horrible to hear.
Suddenly Prosper Freeman was a fluid, graceful system of movement. The former Royal Warriors Commander jumped forward from the cart to the seat, and then he leapt high across the heads of the horses, and then he pivoted fluidly in mid-air and brought his sword slashing down, striking the neck of the horse on the right and cleanly decapitating the animal!
“Noooo!” Temi screamed with shock as the head of the horse hit the ground with a dull thud and rolled sideways. The headless horse performed a slowly pirouette and slid slowly to the ground.
Blood gushed out of its severed neck!
Prosper Freeman turned again, and his sword slashed at the ropes holding the dead horse to the cart.
The silver-headed White Komba stopped bellowing and glanced at the blood streaming from the dead horse’s neck! The White Komba hissed savagely, its attention divided between the fresh blood and the humans. It made small whinnying sounds in its long throat, and then a thick, slimy tongue curled out of its mouth and licked rapidly in the air!
The scent of the dead horse was driving the White Komba crazy with desire!
It bellowed, and then with a leap it fell on the bleeding horse, and its teeth sank into its bleeding neck.
“Now, let’s go!” Prosper Freeman screamed as he began to run.
Mickey King jumped from the cart and fled into the courtyard of the inn.[stextbox id=”alert” caption=”WARNING”]Exclusive Content to http://www.aaron-ansah-agyeman.com Do not copy or share on any other site. Do not share on any WhatsApp, Facebook or Social Media page. ONLY SHARE THE LINKS TO THE STORY[/stextbox]
Temidayo looked at the dead horse, and his young heart beat with passion at such waste of life, at such sheer cruelty to the animal.
“You beast!” Temi screamed frenetically. “You killed the horse! You killed it!”
Prosper Freeman didn’t speak, but he rushed forward and grabbed Temi by his arm and drew him out of the cart. There were thuds as more White Kombas landed and they too shrieked hideously as they pounced on the horse.
Temi struggled against Prosper’s arm, but the Commander was very strong, and he dragged Temi behind him relentlessly.
“Stop bullshitting around, Prince!” Prosper shouted. “We get inside now or we both die!”
“Let me be you damn murderer!” Temidayo screamed frantically. “Why did you have to do that? Why did you kill the poor horse?”
Prosper Freeman didn’t bother to reply.
He dragged young Temidayo relentlessly toward the main door.
The door was opened from inside, and Mickey King rushed in. Two men came out and approached Prosper, and then they held Temidayo and pulled him toward the open door.
The silver-headed White Komba looked up suddenly, its crude mouth covered with blood, and then it fixed Temi with its red, ugly eye.
It bellowed suddenly as it realized that Prosper and his people were escaping!
It moved toward them, and then it launched itself into the air.
Some people were screaming from inside the Inn as Prosper and the men entered quickly and the door was swung shut.
There was a horrible crash as the huge White Komba smashed into the door, and the whole building shook alarmingly for a while.
Three men threw a heavy iron bar across the back of the door!
The silver-headed White Komba screeched horribly, and then it leapt into the air and went for the horses again!
Temidayo, weeping silently, went to the window and stared outside.
The wicked White Kombas were busily devouring the horses. Their ugly knife-like teeth sank into the animals with jerky scissor-like motions, and then they tore up chunks of flesh, and then craned their heads back to chew and swallow.
It was the first death, of any kind, that Temidayo had ever seen, and he turned back into the room with his young face filled with great fury as he glared at Prosper Freeman.
The room was huge and lighted with globe lanterns. It served as both a bar and a reception. To the right side were tables and chairs around which had been men seated and drinking, but now most of them were standing by the windows and peering out fearfully.
Prosper Freeman was standing in front of a semi-circular reception desk, booking rooms and food for the night. There was an elderly woman behind the desk, her oval face pale with apparent fear as the awful feeding sounds of the White Kombas filtered into the inn.
Behind Prosper Freeman and slightly to the side, Mickey King was using a piece of cloth to clean the blood of the horse from Prosper’s sword.
Temi began to walk toward Prosper slowly. His face looked tortured and his big hands were balled into fists at his side. His tears still fell down softly, but his eyes were orbs of fury and hatred as he glared at the back of the former army commander.
Prosper was aware that the proprietor of the inn had stopped writing, and was staring at point behind him, and then Prosper turned his head slowly and found himself looking into the furious hate-filled eyes of the prince.
He raised his eyebrows.
“And what ails you, Temi?” he asked quietly.
“You bastard!” Temi hissed, overcome with grief. “You killed that horse! You killed that poor beast, you bastard!”
“Yes, indeed, I did, Temi,” Prosper said with a hard glint in his eye.
Without warning, overcome by grief, Temi swung a blow at Prosper’s head. For one moment he thought the blow was going to land, but with sudden grace Prosper shifted his head, and the blow passed harmlessly over his left shoulder.
Temi threw more blows, but the commander easily dodged each one until Temi lost his footing and went crashing to the floor. Panting and still unable to get the horrible sight of Prosper cutting off the horse’s head, Temi shouted and picked up a wooden stool from the floor.
He got to his feet, intending to attack Prosper with it.
Mickey King, his face filled with rage, put the sword he was cleaning on the counter, and with a yell he jumped into the air, pivoted, and slammed a sweeping kick into Temi’s hand, kicking the stool away.
Temi stared, shocked and dazed, as Mickey drew back his hand, his fingers bunched into a vicious blow, but before he could hit Temi, as he intended to, Prosper spoke sharply.
“MK!” the commander said sharply. “The day you strike that boy is the day you lose both your hands!”
Mickey King paused with his fist raised and his eyes drilling into Temi with anger, but slowly he lowered his hand. Prosper turned to the innkeeper and extended his hand.
“Keys, please, if you don’t mind,” he said briskly.
A lot of the other men had stopped, and were looking at the three strangers with suspicious eyes.
The keeper handed three keys to Prosper, and indicated a door leading off the reception.
“Doors yonder,” he said gruffly. “Stairs to the landing above where your rooms are. Would you prefer to be served dinner in your rooms, or you will come down to the restaurant?”
“We eat in our rooms, madam. Thank you,” Prosper said as he turned toward the door indicated. “Mickey, pay the man.”
Mickey King, still smouldering with fury, pulled out a money bag from his trousers and began counting out money to the innkeeper.
“You come with me, Temi,” Prosper said, and as Temi hesitated the commander’s tone became sharper. “Now!”
Temidayo wiped tears from his face and followed Prosper through the door, and then up a flight of stone steps to the neat landing above. Prosper Freeman walked along the length of the corridor, looking at the locked rooms. At the end of the corridor he paused, and inserted a key into the lock of the last door, opened it, and stood aside.
“You’ll spend the night here, Temi,” he said quietly. “My room is directly opposite yours, and Mickey will take that one, just adjacent.”
“You expect trouble?” Temi asked morosely.
“I always expect trouble,” Prosper said softly. “Now, let’s me make myself clear. This is the last time you attack me in public. Do you understand?”
Mickey King appeared on the landing, and he made his way toward them warily as Temi’s eyes flashed with fury at the army commander.
“You killed the poor horse!” Temi replied angrily. “Why did you have to do a heinous thing like that?”
Prosper Freeman glared at him with hard eyes.
“I made a decision to keep the Grand Prince of Dayo alive!” he hissed fiercely. “There was a White Komba blocking our path to the inn. We were no match for that monster. But I knew they’re blood-thirsty fiends who cannot stand the scent and taste of blood. I made the decision to sacrifice the horses so that you will be safe.”
“Don’t be a hyprocrite!” Temi said angrily. “Don’t try to justify your evil deed, sir! What if there had been no horses, huh? What if it had just been me, you and Mickey, huh? Damn it, what would you have done then?”
Prosper’s jaw worked with sudden fury as he grabbed the prince by the arm and pushed him into the room, turning only briefly when Mickey King entered the room too.
“Shut the door, MK,” Prosper hissed, and the young warrior closed the door.
Prosper Freeman faced Temi with hard eyes, his face dark with fury.
“We’re not joking here, Temi!” he said harshly. “In less than a year Temitayo Anubi will marry your sister and take hold of the DayoSword. He’ll open the door to the White Lands and let his father and other evil entities through! He will open a portal and launch that evil Leke Olugbade Bally out into the rest of the world! The world will face extinction with that evil host on the loose! You’re our only hope at stopping these evil people, and we’ll sacrifice everything to keep you safe, do you hear me?”
“And I told you to stop being hypocritical!” Temi growled with an equal fury of his own. “You didn’t have to kill that horse! What would you have done if there had been no horses, huh?”
Prosper looked at him coldly.
“Then I would have slit Mickey King’s throat, and allowed the White Kombas to have him!” he said, almost savagely. “And if Mickey hadn’t been with us, and there were no horses, I would’ve slit my own throat to ensure that you’re safe. Do you understand me now, prince?”
He looked at Prosper Freeman with horror all over his face.
“You’re a horrible man!” he whispered with shock.
“No, my Prince, it is called cold decision,” he said quietly. “You always weigh what is best, and you always keep focus on the biggest picture! To be king, and to be able to lead us, and save the situation at hand, you might need to sacrifice human lives, eventually. The earlier you know that before your training, the better.”
“No!” Temi said hoarsely. “I’ll never kill anyone, either personally or through my decision!”
“Yes, you will, my prince, yes you will!” Prosper said and turned away. “Now, take a bath if you want. They’ll bring you your dinner. Eat, and then rest. We continue our journey tomorrow. I’ll be in the other room. Scream if anyone bothers you.”
He turned away and left the room quickly.
Mickey King looked at Temi balefully, and then he also left the room and closed the door behind him.
Temi remained standing for a long time, and then he sat down on the bed wearily. He was shocked, and his hands trembled. His young heart was sad and in great agony as he kept seeing the evil sight of the White Kombas tearing the horses apart.
He sighed with unhappiness and slowly took off all his clothes, because he was feeling so hot, and then he stretched out on the bed.
He fell asleep almost immediately.
And then he came awake groggily when a girl suddenly entered the room…[stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]
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