The Legend Of Dayo is served…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 3: THE RIVALRY
Cautions And Mind Invasions
“What have I done wrong?” Temi asked with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow, and it dawned on Prosper that indeed, the young man had never been with a woman before this, and was confused about the whole incident.
He put his sword on the table beside the basket of food the girl had brought, and walked slowly to stand gazing out the window.
Chioma emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, and quickly raced toward the door.
“Chioma!” Temi shouted, and she stopped at the door and turned toward him. Her eyes, however, darted fearfully toward the broad back of Prosper Freeman.
“Thank you, Chioma,” Temi said with a smile as he sat up weakly. “The putting of my amu into your otu was such a wonderful thing for me. Also, putting my amu into your mouth and gobbling it like that was so glorious! But, what’s this white sticky liquid all over my belly and my amu?”
“Shut the hell up, will you?” Prosper shouted and turned furiously. “Gobbling, my ass! You, girl, get the hell out of here!”
Chioma shrieked with fear, opened the door, and dashed outside.
Freeman grabbed the napkin covering the plates in the basket, and angrily threw it at Temi.
“Clean yourself up!” he said harshly.
Temi, aware that Prosper was furious, used the napkin to gently wipe himself down there as he stared at the warrior. He threw the napkin on the floor and looked questioningly at Prosper.
“Now what?” he asked quietly. “And why are you so incensed anyway?”[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]
Prosper Freeman put one foot on the bed near Temi’s thigh and leaned forward so that his face was almost touching Temi’s face.
“Because you’re behaving like a fool, as if nothing is at stake, my prince, and you’re acting like a damn idiot!” he hissed furiously. “That girl could have been an assassin, or a witch, or a dark vessel sent by Leke Olugbade Bally! She could easily have killed you or driven you mad!”
Temi stared at the angry face of Prosper for a long time, and then he sighed with resignation.
“I’m sorry, Prosper,” he said softly. “I didn’t know how to stop her. What she was doing felt too good!”
“That is why you should learn how to control your body, and your feelings!” Prosper thundered wrathfully. “And yes, we’re going to show you how! Every person you come into contact with, you leave a trace of yourself, prince! Especially if the contact is of a sexual nature, like you had with Chioma or whatever the fuck her name is! If you leave enough traces, Leke Olugbade Bally will easily pick up your essence which Jhon Moziz went to great lengths to hide…and then he will come and kill you before you’re ready!”
Temi nodded sadly with sudden insight.
“I’m sorry,” he said calmly. “I didn’t know.”
Prosper Freeman stood back and surveyed Temi with cold eyes.
“Now you know, prince, now you know!” he said coldly. “You’re the only one who can stop Temitayo Anubi and Leke Olugbade Bally from possessing the Royal DayoSword and opening portals that will take Leke Bally to Earth where he will kill and consume innocent people to stay alive! Only you can stop that calamity from befallen mankind…so stop being such a sissy thinking only with your damn amu, and start being the man you’re meant to be, the warrior we need to lead us!”
Temi nodded miserably and bowed his head, evidently distressed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll be more careful next time!”
“You should, my Prince!” Prosper said, and then turned toward the door. “There’s food in the basket. Eat, and rest. You need both of that. Immediately!”
“Yes, sir,” Temi said and stood up.
Prosper picked up his sword as Temi sat down at the table, and a moment later began to enjoy the delicious meal of boiled yam and leaf stew!
Prosper Freeman stayed at the window until Temi finished eating and went to the bathroom to wash his hand.
He came back, naked, and flopped tiredly on the bed, and a moment later he was soundly asleep. Prosper stared at him for a moment, and then the harsh lines on his face cleared as he sighed, still looking very worried.
He walked out quietly and shut the door.
He hesitated for a moment, then he opened the door and removed the key from the hole. Prosper shut the door again, and this time he locked it with the key, removed it, and slipped it into his side-pocket, imprisoning the young prince in the room.
It was just after two o’clock at dawn in the Empire of Dayo.
The beautiful town was asleep, but a spectral figure could be seen hovering way up in the sky, just above the tall heights of the Royal Palace. It was an indistinct figure, seeming to lose shape and form one moment, and then coming together like pale smoke to form the long, slender shape of a tall man.
The ghostly figure shimmered above the palace for a long time, and then it suddenly floated into the sky, and slowly moved above the town. It seemed to sizzle with a malevolent energy within its depths, giving off flashes of lightning-like sparks as it glided through the dark skies.
Soon, it began to descend slowly toward the centre of the town, and its translucent glittering started to take on a more solid form as it became more and more discernible…and by the time it landed gently in the Dayo Square, it had become the tall, lean figure of Leke Olugbade Bally, dressed in his proverbial long white gown.
His long face was very pale against the long lapels of his collar, which were drawn up against his cheeks. Some stray dogs in the Dayo Square came awake with loud howls of fear and fled with their tails between their legs they saw Leke Bally.
Abandoned alley cats in the square also screeched with fear and blasted out of the place with panic.
The doves, swans and other birds sleeping on the roofs of the buildings let out frantic squaws and flew away with great fear.
Leke O. Bally barely paid them any attention as he folded his arms across his chest, and moved slowly toward the Rock of Redemption. A cold wind was blowing, and the street lamps shimmered evilly as the evil man approached. And the lights made him cast a pale shadow on the ground, a long shadow that followed to his left and landed on the walls.
And a peculiar thing happened…
Lizards and insects that had not been aware of his approach suddenly got scorched and fell off the walls dead, scorched as if they had been burnt. Lazy stray dogs who were seemingly not afraid of his approach suddenly sizzled as soon as his shadow touched them, and they got burned to ashes.
Leke Olugbade Bally paused and stared at the great Rock of Redemption. The olive plant on top of the rock looked dull and weak in the inadequate light of the street lamps. Several of its leaves had fallen now, leaving only a few brown ones and just five green leaves.
Above the plant, the glorious Royal DayoSword was hanging in the air, where it had been for the past eighteen years.
And, inside the Rock of Redemption, he could feel the animosity emanating from the trapped Jhon Moziz. The tufts of black material that had been sticking out of the rock were all but gone now. Over the years people had come and cut the black robes of Jhon Moziz sticking out of the rock for various reasons, and now only tiny pieces of thread from his robes were still sticking out of the rock.
Leke Bally extended his hands suddenly, his long, evil fingers rigid. He closed his eyes and forced himself into the rock, forcibly entering the mind of Jhon Moziz!
He could hear Jhon Moziz screaming as he tried to keep him at bay! Leke Bally was surprised at how strongly the once Grand Oracle was fighting and repulsing him.
“Let me in!” Leke Olugbade Bally hissed angrily as he forced himself into the other man’s head. “Something is going on! I can feel it! Let me into your mind, you puny magician!”
“No!” Jhon Moziz screamed as he fought the invasion of Leke Bally. “Keep out of my head!”
The Rock of Redemption vibrated and hummed as the two powerful forces clashed violently.
“You will let me enter!” Leke whispered, and then he clapped his hands twice, the sound sounding as horrible battering rams that weakened Jhon Moziz, and then he felt Leke entering his head and roaming around freely.
Jhon Moziz moaned with horrible pain as he felt Leke O. Bally stomping around with relentless brute force inside his head.
“What are you hiding?” Leke Olugbade Bally hissed evilly. “I know you’ve been planning something! Something bad happened today! Show me! Let me see what you’re hiding!”
“No!” Jhon Moziz whispered with frantic fear. “Get out of my head! Get out!”
But Leke Bally was too strong, and too powerful…and Jhon Moziz was very weak from being trapped for so long in the rock, and his powers had all but waned because he had been floating around in his bid to protect young Temi all through the years and bringing him finally to the Dayo Empire.
Jhon Moziz felt the evil man wrecking his head, unmasking his memories, getting into each section of his memory, unmasking them like he was lifting lids off pots.
“Show me!” Leke Bally mumbled savagely. “Show me now!”
Jhon Moziz could feel Leke Olugbade Bally getting closer and closer to the memories of the birth of Prince Temidayo.
Jhon Moziz was in great pain….and absolutely terrified![stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]
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