The Legend Of Dayo…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 4: THE FATHER
The frenzied pounding on the door woke up Prosper Freeman.
With a groan of protest, he slipped off the bed and drew his sword with one swift moment, hitting the floor in a crouch, his sword held at a ready angle to his body.
Eighteen years of living dangerously had made his body become a living war machine, always primed for the worse. It took a moment for him to realize that he was not in any immediate danger, and he relaxed a little.
Still, the frenzied pounding went on, and he scowled darkly, glancing out of the window at the gloomy night.
“What kind of fool is out at this time of night when the damn monsters are on the prowl?” he asked under his breath as he quickly got up and snatched a dark gown from a peg on the wall.
He pulled it on as he walked rapidly toward the door, his sword ready, and stopped behind it.
“Who is it?” he asked gruffly.
“Sir, open the door, for the love of the Creator!” Mickey King screeched with fear.
Prosper did not need any prodding. His hands flew as he took off the heavy bar behind the door, turned the key and yanked the door open.
Mickey King, wearing only a pair of shorts, rushed into the room and banged the door shut. He was panting, and sweat poured off his body in torrents.
“Quickly, sir, bolt up, bolt up!” he panted with terror. “Heard the Kombas, sir! They’re almost here!”
Prosper turned the key in the lock, then he raised the heavy bar and draped it behind the door. He then turned a furious face on Mickey King.
“What’s the matter with you, laddie?” he growled furiously. “Are you mad? You could’ve been killed by the damn White Kombas!”
And the moment he spoke there was a series of blood-curdling wails and screeches from outside!
The White Kombas had arrived!
Prosper Freeman became absolutely still as the realization hit him that Mickey King had just escaped from a most horrible death. He turned, pushed the window curtains aside, and peeked through tiny slats in the window.
The frightening sight of four savage White Kombas prowling outside turned his blood to water!
The White Kombas seemed to be extremely hostile and violent this night!
He saw them moving in a frenzy, tearing savagely into the body of Mickey King’s horse with teeth and deadly claws, sending splatters of blood and horse flesh shooting into the air.
Prosper Freeman moved from the window and grabbed Mickey by the upper arms fiercely.
“Are you out of your mind?” he hissed furiously. “What’s the matter with you, Mickey? Don’t you bloody know we don’t venture outside after six o’clock in the evening?”
“I know, sir!” Mickey said, and his face was filled with horror as he looked at his superior. “But I had to come! I needed to let you know, sir! I was in the barracks when Rose came back in tears, sir! She was with Prince Temidayo in the gardens in the hills!”
Prosper Freeman’s blood went cold, and he stared at Mickey with sudden fear.
“Temi?” he whispered hoarsely. “What the hell are you talking about? I thought Temi was with the Sage! I ordered him to stay with the Sage, and I warned Rose not to take him out!”
“She did, sir!” Mickey cried fearfully. “She said the Prince insisted! They went up to the hills and fell asleep after walking around and swimming! Seems they ended up making love, sir! When they woke up it was getting dark, and the White Kombas were on them!”
“No!” Prosper Freeman cried with horror, pushing Mickey away from him and clamping his fists to the sides of his head. “No, no, no!”
Mickey was weeping now.
“Rose says Temi began to fight the White Kombas and screamed at her to get away! She barely made it back alive! She left Temi alive and still fighting the monsters!”
“No man can fight the Kombas!” Prosper Freeman screamed shrilly. “No sword or weapon can penetrate their tough shell! No, no! I must go find him!”
In anguish, he turned toward the door, but Mickey threw himself at him and held him tightly. With a furious growl, Prosper swivelled, grabbed Mickey, and slammed him quite sickeningly against the wall.
Mickey moaned with pain and slid to the floor.
Prosper Freeman reached for the bar across the back of the door.
“Sir!” Mickey screamed painfully. “Get a hold of yourself, sir! If you go out right now, the White Kombas will kill you! And they’ll kill me too because I can’t watch you fighting them alone! Please, sir, get hold of yourself! If they attacked Temi, then he is already dead by now, and you know it!”
Prosper Freeman was gripping the door handle hard, but Mickey’s words sank in, and he knew the boy was right.
Freeman’s body began to shake as he sank to the floor slowly, and then he began to weep bitterly as the White Kombas screamed and growled and feasted outside.
It was five o’clock in the morning when Prosper Freeman came out of his room followed by a very drowsy Mickey King.
Prosper had not been able to sleep the whole night, but that had no effect on him. He was used to sleepless nights, and there had been instances in the past when he was going to war beside King Demi, that he had not slept for several days in a row.
He was dressed in severe all-black apparel, consisting of tight trousers and a loose shirt with a black scarf around his head. His sword was in its scabbard at his waist as he entered the huge field of the army barracks.
All the warriors were up and in smaller groups.
And so were all the Keepers.
Shemen Persis, in particular, was inconsolable.
She was crying greatly as she leaned against Sage Agu Samuel, who looked really stunned.
Rose Amaefule, eyes swollen from many hours of crying, was leaning against a grim-looking Daniel Godwin, who was surrounded by Ziloux Escobar Adeyeye and several other warriors faithful to him.
Freeman walked past Ayaka Nsugbe and Emma Tobi and the other Keepers.
“Commander Freeman!” Ayaka said, alarmed by the grim face of the commander, but Freeman did not pause.
Rose stood straight as Freeman came to a halt in front of her.
“You will tell me what happened, and you will not leave a single word out!” Freeman said grimly.
Weeping and shuddering, gripped by grief, Rose Amaefule gave a splendid performance, lying her way through and telling the story just as she had rehearsed with Daniel Godwin and Ziloux Escobar Adeyeye.
“So, you made love, fell asleep, and the damn White Kombas attacked Temi,” Freeman said grimly, and Rose nodded with tears falling down her face.
“You knew damn well how deadly the White Kombas are!” Prosper said through clenched teeth. “If you wanted him, and he wanted you, why the hell didn’t you come home to make love? Are you not Godwin’s woman? Are you two not in love?”
“I thought Temi was going to be the Chosen One,” Rose said quaveringly. “I have always wanted to be queen.”
Prosper Freeman’s right hand shot out, and he back-handed Rose quite cruelly across the face. Rose screamed with pain and was flung down hard by the impact of the blow which split her lower lip.[stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]
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