Chapter Nineteen
"Africa?"
I looked around ,wondering what kind of sophisticated and inter-continent video game the "Sin System".
"I'm not ready to be in Africa and the only thing I know of Africa is from the lion King and scar happens to be my favorite character" I rasped ignoring the odd looks I'm getting from the people around.
"Do you like lions ?" Said a young man , about my age.
"Are you speaking with me?" I wanted to ignore and snub him but he was regarding me with so much curiosity in his eyes that I decided to answer him.
"No, looking at Lions from television is enough experience, " I said with a small smile.
"That's too boring , you don't seem like the adventurous type "the guy said, coming to stand close to me as if we were some kind of old buddies.
"Don't tell me there is a real lion over here?" I asked, looking around ,I wouldn't be shocked if these fairies have a lot of animals on it because it has so much stuff, people and rooms.
"No dummy, I'm Mufasa by the way" he said, raising his long hands up for a high five.
"I'm Scar" I said reluctantly, accepting his high five with a lower enthusiasm.
"You're a funny one , I like your humor, Simba's uncle and I only hope you are as ruthless as he is because you will need it to survive this cruel world " he said, sounding like some old wise man dishing advice to a younger son.
"How can I go back ?" I asked him
Do you have enough gold coins to rent out a speed boat?" He asked, looking at me with all seriousness.
"No…"I said, shaking my head , I have already given out the gold coins I won in level one and only left with a fancy looking hairstyle, bare chest and a pair of trousers.
"Don't bother or look sad. You will love it and wouldn't want to go back to where you came from when you experience the richness of Africa" he said with a proud grin on his face.
"I hope so" I whispered ,knowing that I'm stuck and left with no option. It's getting even more annoying because the Sin System is yet to tell me my next mission for level two.
"Hey,will you like to party ?" Asked Mufsa who has a tall muscular build with an Afro on his hair , his skin a rich shade of brown, his aura and charisma reminds me of basketball players.
"A part on a ferry?"
"Follow me …" he said, turning and walking towards a staircase. I didn't want to follow him but when my eyes sighted through a group of men that kept eyeing my shoe and speaking to themselves in bush tunes, I quickly ran to catch up with Mufasa.
I followed him through several corners and doors till we arrived at a more secluded part of the big ship.
Mufasa winked before placing his fingerprints on the door which opened automatically. I followed him inside before the door shut behind us.
"Oh my goodness?! Who are they?!" I asked, my jaw dropping.
"Belly dancers"