" Your majesty. The oracle has arrived." A guard said. He made a slight bow.
" Let her in." King Shaka said, almost whispering. For the past three days, he has not been himself. The scene of her death was on constant replay in his head. He had watched her die right in front of him. He could remember her words before she died.
" A child will be born in your lineage, he will avenge the death of her people. He will be the first colored child to rule over all the tribes. He would take what rightfully belongs to him, and no one can stop him."
A part of him tells him not to take her words seriously. Another part of his tells him her words might come to pass. He was confused. He wants answers. He had asked Derek, his adviser for help. Derek, suggested that he summons the oracle.
" Milord, it is best you summon the oracle. She will be able to tell you what the future holds." Derek had said to him earlier today.
" Send words to the oracle, tell her that the king demands her presence in the palace at once!" Derek had ordered two guards to bring the oracle.
" Milord." A soft voice spoke. " You sent for me, and here I am." She made a slight bow.
" Seer, tell me, what does the future holds?" King Shaka asked with a distressed look on his face. It was obvious from his expression, that he was afraid. Even in her grave, she still scares the wit out of him. When she was alive, her confidence intimidated him, now she was dead, but still her words hunts him every single day. He thought, if he had it all, it would make him happy. But he was wrong.
The oracle looked at him with uncertainty in her eyes, she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She paused for a while, before she spoke.
" Your... Majesty." She struggled to speak. " The future is uncertain Milord, no one can predict what it will bring."
" You're a seer, you should be able to foretold the future!" Derek yelled at her.
" Forgive me Lord Derek. I doubt if Milord will be able to handle what I'm about to say." Her face turned pale almost immediately.
" Whatever it is, say it. I'm ready for the worst." King Shaka replied.
It was dead silence for a while.
" I see strange men coming from the Northern, Southern, and eastern kingdoms. They'll wage war with all the tribes of Alak. They will tear down your strong holds, enslave your people, ponder your goods. Your kingdoms will pay tribute to them." She turned to look at King Shaka. "You will died a painful death, because you've shed innocent bloods, the blood of your brothers. As your father, King Gera( father of the Shebians, first son of emperor shusimita) died a painful death, because he killed his own brother, King Shamgar ( Fifth son of emperor shusimita, father of the forest tribe), so shall you fate be.
" That's not true!" King Shaka yelled. " My late father, did not kill king Shamgar. King Shamgar died from a strange illness. If you dare lie to me again, I will cut off your tongue!" He threatened.
She shakes her head in disapproval.
" That was not what happened. You father attacked him and killed him. He hid his body in a cave for months. When his people found him later on, a huge part of his body had decayed. Some how your father was able to erase all the evidence pointing to him. Till this day, people still believes King Shamgar died from a strange illness."