The Legend Of Dayo…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE LEGEND OF DAYO

FINAL SEASON:

THE REDEMPTION

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CHAPTER 11

Fear!

Rose was afraid!

First, there was thick, cold steam that blew out of the red door of the White Lands as Temi turned the Royal DayoSword anticlockwise. The steam was thick and absolutely crippling, covering them and making sight difficult, and then, suddenly, a strange figure shrouded in a white robe emerged with its long white staff.

The robe covered the thin, tall figure from head to toe, but the hood across its face had three slits that showed three evil white eyes. The white staff in its hand had a sparkling glove tip that sparkled white light, a bolt of energy that covered Temi and Rose from head to toe and sucked them into the void beyond with merciless force!

Rose was absolutely still, unable to move any part of her body as she was dragged beyond the great white wall! She had expected to fall down a sharp incline, or land on solid ground, but neither happened.

Instead, she found herself floating in the white mist with no sense of direction. They were floating in the air, their bodies weightless as if under the force of alien gravity. The mist alternated between cold and hot, but never got too numbing cold or too searing hot.

Rose swung her arms, trying to catch up with the floating body of Temi, but always the same distance remained between them.

And then it happened!

She began to hear the soft sighs all around her, sighs that sounded like passionate moans, and then she could hear the soft sounds of people locked in passion. The fear began when she felt soft ghostly hands on her, and then soft lips nibbling her ears, and then she slowly saw the ghostly figures emerging from the mist.

They were naked men with strange phalluses that glittered enticingly in the mist. Some were women with glittering loins. The men were extremely handsome, and they all headed toward Rose.

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The women were breathtakingly beautiful and curvaceous, whispering endearments as they moulded themselves around Temidayo, panting and moaning with desire, their hands running over him, searching for erotic spots.

“We are so hot and lonely, Temi, our handsome prince!”

“Quench this thirst, Temi, with your wonderful lance!”

“We’re so horny, oh, handsome Temi!”

“Oh, make love to us, our dear prince! We burn with desire for you!”

They sang their erotic words into his ears as their hands and lips moved over him.

Rose was lost!

She could feel the hands of the men on her, touching her, gliding over her, invoking base lust in her bones!

“Ah, you’re so beautiful, maiden of Dayo!”

“We’ve never seen such silky thighs, oh, Rose, you’re such a diamond!”

“Ohhh, the thrust of your breasts, ahhhh, the sweetness of your honey nipples!”

“Ahhh, we crave for you, Rosie! Let us in, feel our love for you!”

Rose could now see that the ghostly women had turned Temi on his back, still in the air, and some clambered over him.

She wanted to scream, but no sound came!

The ghostly men around her turned Rose away from Temi, and she could now feel their tongues flickering across her nipples.

One of the ghostly women was pulling Temi’s lance out of his black trousers as another ghostly woman opened her glittering jade gate to settle on him.

And then Temi saw, through the haze of his desire, that inside that glittering piece of womanly sweet flesh, inside that wet glittering hole, was the gaping fangs of a serpent of sorts, dripping with evil venom!

“Oh, you evil lusting monsters!” he cried furiously. “How dare you try to subdue the wrath of a Dayan prince?”

His hands moved furiously as he began to punch savagely into the ghostly faces of the women with pure fury!

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The women snarled then, their faces and shapes rapidly changing into hideously malevolent creatures! They were no longer white! As he punched and opposed them, they changed into strange purplish things that looked like old women!

Their arms and legs were spindly and severally-jointed!

Their nails were long and sharp like knives, and so were their teeth which were like shining steel spikes!

They snarled and slashed at him violently, trying to cut him to pieces!

“You vile demons!” Temi cried with disgust and held out his hands, and the Swords of Destiny jumped into them.

“Salat!” he said, and spun in the air, the two short swords working like pistons as he slashed at the evil women, cutting and slicing them up so horribly and with such devastating skill that they screeched all around him, their rage turning to fear as they fell in their numbers!

They soon began to flee into the mists, leaving him free.

He turned his head and saw that the ghostly men were caressing Rose’s breasts and nipples, and others were trying to drag down her trousers. Rose was immobile, her face flushed with the depths of the devilish lust being spun in her head, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

But Temi saw that the erections of these evil beings were not turgid meat, but curling black mamba-like snakes that hissed and bulged with latent evil, ready to strike the life out of the girl once they entered her.

“Oh, you vile evil rots!” Temi shouted with wrath.

He turned over in the air and came toward Rose in a rush, slicing into the ghostly bodies with venom!

The men screeched with protest and turned into red editions of the purple creatures! Their faces were more hideous, and they attacked him with fierce fury.

“Tala!” Temi whispered, and attacked, but these ones were strong and not ready to give in easily. He found more and more swarming toward him, serrated metal teeth clanging, trying to rip him to pieces. Feeling overwhelmed, he dropped the Swords of Destiny which sailed into their scabbards, and then he drew the Royal DayoSword from the scabbard at his waist.

He did not even have to use it!

The moment the sword cleared leather it emitted a series of sizzling energy blasts that cut into the horde of attackers.

They screamed with fear and fled from the horrible energy, and very soon they left the prince and the warrior girl alone in the mist.

“Thank you, Temi,” Rose whispered as she gasped for breath and tried to recover from the mist of passion still shrouding her.

And then suddenly, the white mist disappeared, and they fell down hard into soft mud!

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Temi pushed himself up instantly, and saw that he was standing on the shore of a very huge, serene blue lake!

Behind him was a beautiful, flat green field, and in front of him was the huge blue lake!

Rose came to stand beside him, frantically thrusting her breasts into the shirt with disgust and buttoning up, and then she pulled up her trousers, zipped up, and belted it.

“You know only royals can leave the White Lands, right?” Temi asked quietly without looking at her.

“I know,” she said softly. “But that is your least problem, isn’t it? You have wished me dead for a long time. Why did you help me? You could have left me to those evil things to kill.”

He looked at her without emotion.

“That’s not the kind of death I’ll wish for even my vilest enemy, woman,” he said curtly.

“And am I?” she asked.

“Are you what?”

“Your vilest enemy?”

He sighed and looked at her.

“Listen, I’m here for the Dead Olive in some forsaken place called The Desolates. You should have stayed in Dayo, but you followed me here, and you might probably die here because you can’t go back. What I feel about you should be the least of your worries, Roselyn Amaefule.”

“It will always be my greatest worry anywhere in the systems, Temi,” she whispered. “Because yes, I do love you. If I am going to die here, so be it, but don’t let me die still knowing your anger boils against me. That will indeed break me.”

“If you know so, why didn’t you come to my bed as Rose?” he grated out furiously. “Why come to me in the shell of another woman?”

“Because you love that other woman, and you detest me!” she shot at him coldly.

Temi turned to her with fury in his eyes, but before he could answer she suddenly grabbed his arm with sudden alarm and pointed to a spot on the lake which was rippling as if something was boiling in there. Eventually, a figure emerged from the lake and hovered over it for a moment. It was just like the white-clad, three-eyed man who had dragged them into the White Lands, but this one was a whole lot taller and a whole lot thinner.

He seemed to be hanging on the lake as he glided toward them. He was also in a long white gown with a white hood that had three eye slits. Written boldly in black lettering on his chest were the words:

LORD RAILNAEM

He glided on the top of the water and hovered just in front of them. When he spoke, his voice was a rumbling, rusty sound that seemed to be coming from a very hollow place, the kind of voice with an underlying echo reminiscent with screaming down a canyon.

“A Dayan Prince!” he said in that cavernous voice, but his three eyes were very cold. “I welcome you to the Passages. Perhaps, if you give me a destination, I can provide you with the appropriate transport. I’m the Lord Railnaem, Keeper of the Passages!”

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Temidayo looked into the three eyes with an equal dose of coldness.

“We journey to The Desolates,” he said.

“Ah, the wasted fringes of the White Lands,” the long man said. “A most arduous journey indeed, but contains only the Dead Olive. Perhaps, I can bargain with you. I can save you the journey to the wasted fringes and give you the Dead Olive right here, for the right price.”