The Legend Of Dayo…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 4: THE FATHER
Everybody around groaned.
Daniel Godwin shouted and took a menacing step toward Commander Freeman. With the swiftness of a striking snake, Freeman’s sword cleared the scabbard and he put the edge of the blade against the stunned Daniel’s throat.
“Commander Freeman!” Ayaka Nsugbe cried with alarm. “What are you doing? What has gotten into you?”
“Goodness me, the sheer disrespect!” Emma Tobi cried with horror. “How dare you draw your sword against the Chosen One?”
Daniel’s dark eyes bored into Prosper with cruel intensity.
“You draw a sword on me, your King?” he whispered fiercely.
“You’re not my king!” Prosper shouted angrily. “Until you get that crown on your head, you’re not my king! Do you understand me?”
“You’ll pay for this insolence, Prosper Freeman!” Daniel hissed venomously. “When this is over, and I’m crowned King, you will be punished for this deed, I promise you!”
“As I said, that crown is not on your head yet, Godwin!” Prosper Freeman said fiercely, and then his acid eyes fell on Rose. “And you, better pray every word you have uttered is the truth! If I find out that there was a foul play in this calamity that has befallen Prince Temi, believe me, girl…I will tear you to pieces limb by limb and scatter your body pieces across the breadth and length of Dayo!”
“Dear goodness, Prosper!” Ayaka cried, alarmed.
Prosper stepped back and swiftly pushed his sword back into its scabbard.
“Mickey King, Walexman Olawale, Sage Samuel Agu and all members of Number 6 Company, saddle up! We’re going to look for the prince!”
“We’re all coming, not Number 6 Company only!” Daniel said crisply. “Remember Temi is my brother!”
“I’m taking only Number 6 Company!” Prosper hissed. “I don’t want you or any member of your Company on this trip!”[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]
“That’s preposterous, Commander!” Emma Tobi shouted furiously. “Why are you taking this posture? Why are you insinuating that Daniel had a hand in what has happened? Are you accusing the future king of murder? For your information, Prince Daniel was with me the whole of yesterday afternoon!”
Prosper Freeman fixed his dark eyes on Emma Tobi.
“Just one more word out of you, Keeper!” he said coldly. “Just one more word!”
“Why, are you threatening me now?” Emma Tobi asked, chagrined as he turned an offended face toward Ayaka Nsugbe.
“You’re damn right I’m threatening you!” Prosper Freeman shouted. “Just another ill-placed word, Keeper! Make my day!”
Emma Tobi saw the murderous look in Prosper’s eyes, and he sensibly kept quiet; he knew the army commander could hurt him fatally.
And so, as the morning sun began to rise, Commander Prosper Freeman led a group of Dayo Warriors into the hills of the habitat to look for Prince Temidayo.
Number 6 Company rode furiously into the green beyond.
Prosper Freeman had the look of death on his face, and no one dared speak to him as he led the fifty-three men up the hills.
They arrived at the spot of the picnic, and Prosper jumped from the horse even before it came to a complete stop. His eyes narrowed and glinted with tears when he saw the broken blades of grass and the spattering of thick blood all around.
His cold eyes swept the terrain, noting how the blades of grass continued to break toward the terrible fall, and how the spurts of blood became thicker. He looked at Sage Samuel Agu with great fear.
The Sage was standing very still with his eyes closed, his lips muttering silent words that only he could hear.
“Oh, Goodness, oh what evil is this?” Walexman whispered tremulously as tears fell soundlessly down his cheeks. “Why should this happen? Why didn’t the Grand Oracle protect him? Oh, why did the Creator allow this to happen to the prince?”
Mickey King was bent double as tears dripped from his eyes to the ground.
“Please, Creator, don’t let this be!” he whispered tremulously. “Even if he is not the Chosen One, don’t let him suffer this most horrible death!”
The Warriors were all standing in dazed pain as they looked around, but their eyes were mostly fixed on the Sage, who was making gruff sounds in his throat as his body trembled rather disturbingly. His eyes were open, but his pupils had rolled, and only the whites of his eyes could be seen.
He suddenly pointed to the edge of the dangerous waterfall.
“White Kombas attacked!” he said gruffly. “The prince went over the waterfalls!”
“No!” Prosper hissed painfully. “Please don’t say that! No one can survive a fall down that drop!”
“I’m sorry, Prospero,” Walexman said, his own face cut up into lines of pain. “But if the damn Kombas struck first, then whatever went over that waterfall would be already dead, or at best, just bones. The prince, alas, is dead.”
“He is dead when I say he’s dead!” Prosper said with very cold fury. “But why? Why did it have to happen this way? Why didn’t Jhon Moziz save him?”
Sage Agu opened his eyes and folded his hands solemnly across his belly.
“The Grand Oracle has been weakened, my dear Commander,” he said gravely. “Trapped in that rock for eighteen years, and using the last vestiges of his remaining power to bring Temi here has, alas, weakened his spirit considerably. He is also dying, and if he is not released from that rock soon, we won’t see him again.”
For a moment Prosper stood absolutely still, as if turned to stone, but the grief was etched plainly on his handsome bearded face. And then, he stood straighter and glared at the faces of the warriors around him.
“What are you waiting for, you group of lazy cockroaches?” he bellowed. “Get down there to the valley and tear it down! Bring me some damn evidence! Search every inch of that accursed valley!”
There was a sudden flurry of activities as the warriors turned their horses around, and others mounted, and then they began to ride furiously downward again toward the valley below the waterfall.
Prosper walked slowly along the edge of the river and stood gazing down into the valley below where the water was crashing fiercely.
Walexman Olawale, Mickey King and Sage Ogu Samuel came to flank him.
Walexman put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Is he dead, Sage?” Prosper asked bitterly.
“That I do not know, Commander Freeman,” the Sage said quietly. “He is a most peculiar one, yes, and from the very onset, it has been very difficult to read his destiny. For the time being, we wait, Commander, we wait.”
Prosper nodded sadly.
“Yes, indeed, we wait,” he said softly. “But come, friends, let’s descend to the valley. Perchance we might get a miracle.”
Walexman frowned as he looked carefully at his friend.
“There’ll only be a miracle if indeed, Temi is the Chosen One, and you know it, Prospero,” he said.
Prosper put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and smiled bitterly.
“Has there ever been a doubt, Walex?” he asked softly. “Unless we get another direction from the Creator, Temi will always be the Chosen One to me!”
He jumped on his horse and rode furiously away toward the valley.
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