THERE'S A STORM BY PRINCE JOE

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THERE'S A STORM
EPISODE TWO

"Gosh!".Chika gained consciousness, as he rose up in effort to pack his luggages for an escape to another town.

Chika knew mama Nkechi had already planted a place of hidden plans for combat as they earlier said. But, he thought if he pass the right way outside, he's in doom for that day. Chika sat down, figuring what he could do because he only took his clothes and nothing more. He never bought anything of value in his room. All was just clothes and two pair of shoes with a radio set and a small bed he bought in worth of cheap price filled with termites and worms.
After few minutes he slept off unknownly on the floor.

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The atmosphere went black out with pieces of papers dancing twirl and swirl around the atmosphere. Everyone at Zuro's village was lost in thought of searching their children. Until the eyes' cloud got its emptiness and stormed out in broken raindrops while Dandu recollected that his son was still in a river fetching water. Dandu ran like never before, jumping sticks and weaving different dusts towards him. After some minutes; dandu got to the river bank but he met no one. Fire burns his mouth, like he should die instantly. He walked a little closer but the river got cold at a point. Suddenly, he was overshadowed by a fainted voice behind.

"Dandu, why can't you stay at home? Your visit to the river won't move anything". The voice said faintly.

"Never! "He's my only child, let him go. Give him to me". Dandu added gallantly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The voice grumbled and disappeared.

Dandu picked a race to the King's palace:but wasn't given chance to enter as immediate effect. Dandu was once a warrior in that village called "Zuro---The land of a brokenness" Dandu fought many wars with great privilege to win but he never lost one. But he stepped down for war ever since his wife was killed by one his enemies in war front. From that moment, he have determined to back up anything doing with war in Zuro's village. His eyes went deep into his socket as he pushed away one of the guards towards the wall.

"Who are you not to let me in?" Dandu asked,as he staggered a little backward.

"We don't care who you're, you can't see the king right now". One of the guards added immediately.

"I see. It seems you don't know who you're speaking to. If so, you won't gather your broken heart and talk to me this way". Dandu replied weakily.

The guards got upset as they bundle him out of the palace territory. No one knew dandu was present at the palace except from the guards that blocked his way in. Dandu sat outside on the floor, looking at the sky as if it should collapse and vanish the whole village.

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Suddenly,the wind got charged up and sort of eliminating the esteem of breeze with hash way, spawning with uneasy way that got people more panicking for survival. The king  arose from his bed and called on a guard for the priest assistant immediately.

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After few minutes, the priest entered the palace in a jiffy scanning all corners of the palaces with his bleary eyes. He exchange pleasantries with the king by smaching of hands together but the king did it undisposed as the priest never observed.

"My king, I suppose to have being here before now. But I was kind of solving some critical condition in my shrine".

"I see. So, what has the gods have to say this time?" The king asked bluntly.

"My king, I will keep that in my mouth for now, because the gods hasn't spoken at all".

"What! Are you mad? Do you know how pains my people are in now?  I doubt you don't. It's better you consult your gods now".

"Abomination my king. You don't speak while the gods haven't said nothing".

"Then you and the gods are mad then. I can't watch my people dying this way. The storm is always our enemy. Why?"

"Hmmmm. My king. Let be patient here. The gods will talk when it's time".

"Hmm. They will talk? Ok. I accept.

The priest stood up and moved a bit closer to the king.

"My king. If the gods should speak, he will demand blood from you".The priest whispered.

"Chimo!" The king fainted.

To be continued.....

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