When you have killed so many, it can be hard to sleep without the demons tempering in, or to enjoy the slightest moments as enjoying the blistering son. Guilt eats you up every hour, but that only occurs if your conscious hasn't left you yet.
But what happens when, you've been taught to kill all your life? A human's worth weighing little to non in your eyes.
At a stage, just inside a cave, stood Alarick Lwazi and Moti, both in deep sleep, just before they both opened their eyes. Only to see their ancestors sitting on the upper view from them.
"We passed?" Moti questioned.
"When you came in here, we asked before, if you thought you were worthy of being the general, do you still think so?" a voice had came from the crowd.
"Lwazi?" they had questioned him, specifically.
"You mention this title and power, as if it is righteous, aught to save and bring peace or closure. As if we're meant to save the people and..." Lwazi had began to say. His father's words were still ringing in his ears. Freedom, that's all he could think about.
"what deserving and righteousness, when we will do is inheriting the mass destruction you have already caused. Does it matter if I deserve it?" He had asked.
A voice of disgust could be heard from the line of nobility. Very unhappy with how Lwazi had tackled the question. Very displeased with how the boy showed disrespect.
"I told you we should kill the boy and protect our power from the Wolf kingdom." the woman had clicked her tongue as she stood pointing her finger to the disobeying child.
However another woman had stood, liking the boy's attitude frankly. She had smiled politely as she said, "Well, I quite like his attitude. He's the only one who sees beyond the heroic mask. And I'm quite also interested to hear what the little brother has to say,"
Moti had raised his eyes, for the first time since he woke up.
"Deserve? The power? deserve?" Moti had spoken in broken cords unable to form a sentence.
"Yes, do you deserve to be chosen?"
"I don't think so," he had come to a conclusion, maybe it was because of what he had seen.
or it was because he had started to see Alarick Lwazi in a different light, but anyways, whatever he had seen or thought, he knew he was way undeserving comparable to his older brother.
"This is quite interesting," the bubbly woman had said.
"I say it is interesting because, we have chosen, to let you both inherit," she had finished to say.
"But why?" both Alarick Lwazi and Moti had said in union.
But no one had really answered. Maybe it wasn't in their place for them to know. Before they could say anything else, they seemed to drift in quite a nice sleep, falling into their knees. The darkness had welcomed them.
Waking up moments later, Moti could hear a woman's voice saying soothing words to his ear. He slowly opened his eyes, only to find Eshe as his view.
"Thank Goodness you're awake," she had bestowed.
"What happened?" Moti had questioned
His gazes scanning the place around him. He had found Alarick Lwazi at a far distance from him, seeming occupied with a boy in his hands.
Panic had filled Moti when he had realised it was their little cousin.
"What's going on? Why won't he wake up?" Moti had questioned when he had rushed to his little cousin's side.
"He is stuck in the dream of the test," Lwazi had answered.
"what can we do to help him?" Moti had questioned like a little boy who could only wait for instructions from an elder.
"We should try to enter his dream, and wake him up. if not, he'll seize to exist and die."