Louga loved the fact that he is alone without any family. Growing up in northern Cygon; Npunga with no father or mother or siblings for louga was in fact a blessing in disguise. It means needn't have to fight for anyone but yourself.
No attachments of love, no pain of losing a love one. And by fighting for himself, louga had come to one conclusion…. The only way he can survive these treacherous land was to avoid any kind of trouble.
And for that to happen in Npunga one must learn to be a fool… and louga played role of the moron so well he seems invisible, except when his distinctive looks give him away.
At eighteen louga needs no sage to tell him he was gifted. Endowed both physically and mentally, a rare combination for someone so young. he was beautifully handsome, tall and strongly built, with a remarkable Adams apple, that help make his facial feminine beauty appear more masculine.
Some attributes the secret to his unusual melodious voice to his uniquely position larynx. In a crowd he stands out, perhaps due to his tall height and fairer brown skin tone, something not so common among the Npunga. So he usually moves alone, complimenting his introverted nature.
Louga has a hideout he spends most of his time playing his flute and humming notes he will later convert to songs, life is poetry he always thought to himself, from the shapes of physical forms to the movement of air and water.
And whenever he stares into fire, he can swear he sees images dancing, the wavy nature of fire is poetry itself. And now comes sound and how it vibrates in the space of silence, the use of words and how their very blend can produce something extraordinary and magical. All this and more are the kind of lofty thoughts the young man incubates in his sublime psyche.
Once a boy ventured into Lougas hideout where he sits and meditate, and brood over life and his role in it. he knew one day he will leave this place for good and never looked back, to a place his gifts will be most appreciated.
The look he saw in the boy's eyes was not a friendly one; perhaps a jealous suitor of one of the many girls who love to share a word or two with louga once every now and then when he is taking a walk… for this same reason louga was very careful about spending more than enough time with any young girl marked by a young savage with a brain governed by an overdose of teresterone.
And sometimes jealous fathers who are overly protective of their beautiful daughters, whom they are preparing for rich land owners will kill anyone they consider unprofitable….
Louga remembered the boy at once; he is a bully in the clan among the boys and have already killed a couple of boys he considered as rivals. Louga is very alert in the confine space.
There was only one way in, and that happens to be the same way out. Surrounding him on all three sides were huge boulders of rocks of different sizes, none the size he could easily climb over. His only way of escape is where the boy stood now, holding a long butchers knife.
All louga had in his hands was a flute made of bamboo a gift from the priestess living in the caves. However, the mouth end of the flute was a little sharp and pointed, but still it was no match against a knife in a fair fight.
Plus, he was sitting and the boy was standing preparing an attack; the boy took two galloping strides and thrust with all his might towards Lougas chest, for some strange reason louga saw the attack coming in a slow motion. He could read every move, and the next that may follow in full detail.
Right that instant, he knew what to do…. swiftly he tilted to the right side with all his weight as the butcher's knife missed its mark bringing the boy closer to Lougas left side exposing his left jugular. Louga wasted no time; he extended his left hand, grabbing the boy by the neck and drawing him closer to his chest in a firm grip at the same time stabbing him with the sharp bamboo edge on the left jugular, drilling with all the force he could muster.
In no time the fight was over and the boy died. No one could belief what had happen. The saintly boy who goes about playing a flute knows how to kill with a flute…. Word spread fast. Soon louga caught attention of the likes of Ghandaa.
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Destiny had a way of rewarding its loyal servants. Finally, a full blown plan had blossom, ready to yield fruits. Ghandaa was beyond happy. Louga was the wild card they've been in a quest to find. A fine breed, well mannered. Far from being suspected as a Kingsman from the savage tribe of Npunga. He will be sent to the house of Zanka, after they indoctrinate him in their ways in werga. He will blend in fine, this can't go wrong.
Npunga will finally rule the whole of Cygon. Who would have taught that as a possibility? But it was now clear that if Npunga can stand firm together from within under one ruler, no tribe in the whole of Cygon can stop its reign. Out of their lawlessness evolve ruthlessness and over population, a youthful population that can hunt and fight, and has no fear of death. There was a saying in Cygon that; "one Npunga warrior is worth ten royal armies of Zanka" Having this kind of force under a strategic ruler, will scare the hell out of the mythically ferocious lost Aykcadian tribes of Cygon itself.
In three months louga was ready; fully equipped and provided for, five warriors will disguise themselves as peasants on exile from the tribe of Werga in northern Cygon. The people of werga are one of the most peaceful tribe in the whole of Cygon and are in the royal favor. They do most of the farming and distribute to the other clans in Cygon, but mostly to Zanka.
If Zanka is the vehicle, werga is the fuel. Most of the servants in the royal court and army are from werga, werga had automatically become a sister state to Zanka. And to solidify that bond. The queen of werga, the princess Zoreefa reputed to be the most prettier in the whole of Cygon married the reigning king in Zanka; the now supreme king Tygon, who was so revered for his policies and laws intended to unite all the five tribes of Cygon, while particularly keeping the power of kumta at bay.
Werga is a rich state by commerce, not by conquest. They farmed and trade their produce far and wide Cygon, and beyond some will say. There is abundant food, and drink. The beautify of the vegetation took Lougas breath away and he whistle unconsciously, drawing the attention of the lead guard Zagabo, a short stout man with a prominent head harboring cartoonish features. Everything about the man is funny and huge in abnormal proportions. His dwarfish nature only made matters worse. In essence; Zagabo is the physical manifestation of gravity at work.
Zagabo looked at louga and said "be getting ready to have fun boy" …. "werga is a city of fun" another guard added jokingly. They were chosen purposefully for this mission. Louga knew beneath all that funny mask worn by these five men lays cold blooded killers, that wouldn't mind eating the raw flesh of a man piece by piece whilst he watches.
They have been walking for four days now, navigating through forest and mashes where no man or beast seem to have trod on for a hundred years. The wolves could be heard hooting at night, stalking the five strangers in their territory, waiting for an opportune time to strike…. it is around these times that Zagabo will merge into the bush for a while, then re-emerging with a dead wolf in hand for supper. "The hunter is hunted" louga thought
On the fifth day, they were walking in large fields of grains and corn, planted in endless rolls and columns stretching beyond eye sight. For another three days it was like this, all around them was farm lands harboring different variety of crops. Yet, the main land of werga was nowhere in sight.
"so all these is part of werga?" louga asked…. Zagabo looked at him and asked, "are you asking a question or you're making a statement boy?" then he added "This is what makes werga one of the wealthiest nation in the whole of Cygon. For the best way to rule a man is to control what he eats. This is why Zanka can't do without werga because to rule the whole of Cygon werga is the first place to control". "since the whole of Cygon is depending on werga for food" another guard added.
"do you know the reason why you are going to werga?" a silent guard asked…. Looking at louga straight in the eyes. "no" louga answered. Zagabo interceded, "keep your mouth shut Kanka, the boy will know soon enough once in the court of werga".
On the sixth day a guard from the court of werga rode out to meet with them, informing them the king of werga, king Danty is expecting them, and is very pleased to host them. Seven horses came out to meet them.
Louga felt so pleased to be on the back of a horse after having spent the past few days walking; his legs felt heavy with fatigue. The blisters are now healing, but louga knew his feet will never be the same again. The change bothers not louga at all. The sooner the better…
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