A new sense of awakening had dawn on Npunga; the nobility of the savages was returning back to them, they can't wait to have their new ruler on the throne, the veil has been lifted, the blindfold removed…. No more human slaughter, and human sacrifice, no more cannibalism, although thirty percent of the tribe that are living far away from the central point still indulged in such acts.
Within two full moon cycles on a full moon night, the priestess left the grove to her cave not very far from where Dreeda and Jhanka were residing. By now Jhanka was fully recovering, and have started eating, putting on flesh on his tall bony figure.
For some reason, he avoided looking at Dreeda in the face, and Dreeda didn't understand why…. She tried to have access to his mind, but found out the man was resisting her intrusion. If she speaks to him he seldom replies. He acts evasive most of the time.
frustrated by the changes in the man, Dreeda drew a wall of her own, but found her inner world turning into a battle ground of conflicting thoughts and emotions, her old virtues dissolving, paving way for nocturnal vices to sprout and took root in her heart.
Her heightens senses instead of strengthening her resolve, turned to unleash sensual cravings, and her dreams of fire turn to dreams of red hot passion and romance. Constantly turned on, capricious and wanton. Forgone on this lewd path to turned back now. And Jhanka is the one who planted this forbidden at the pit of her stomach. Looking at him now she wondered what is going on through his mind.
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"they are coming they are coming, more blood spill, a thrill for the savage kill. Breaking through the wall of steel, the lost tribes will, smelling of hell. The threat is real, in my dreams do I see them smile a crooked smile.
A void in my heart I have to fill, like the pain in my soul that is yet to heal, a feeling fulfilled in full circle unfolding a riddle still; aren't we all thieves waiting for a chance to steal? oh! I wish there is no self, no self to kill, no self to heal, no self to stay still.
I use the I as if it's all mine, albeit; there is no me before the I but us…. So when I kill the opponent a part of me die with them, an extension of myself crumbling beneath my feet, a distress I rather not seek, as the children weep and I weep with them"
After speaking this words Jhanka stood up, and Dreeda rushed to support him to stand straight. "I want to sit outside the grove, to have access to the moonlight, I must be cleansing under the borrowed light of the moon from the sun, a transformed energy that heals he who seeks in the night" Jhanka said as Dreeda held on to him, and helped him get out of the grove into the moonlight.
They sat on the soft grass holding hands, "will you like to tell me your name now, oh stranger?" Dreeda asked the quite man; Jhanka looked at her for the first time since he regain consciousness. This is a question no one had ever ask Jhanka before, so he didn't know how to answer….
Being the prince of Zanka had made him a popular figure across the lands, people know him before he ever meets with them…so to have this woman asked him, made him feel weird, for Jhanka had never pronounce his own name; also, his subjects never called him by name ever since he was a kid…. For the first time in his life he feels like a person and not a tittle. So he responded thus;
"I have no name, for I am the I in fullness, I am the storm and the rain when it breath, like the wing when it moves, I am life embodied in the physical, where all life forms rapture and diminishes, every breath I take, I sincerely give back, and I take nothing back.
Everyone represent I; we take a look around and see everyone and everything except ourselves, because being the I means one is everything, the I dies and renews in the now, and when I kill in battle, it's part of the I that is moving from one form to another.
oh! White one thou know my name in thou heart not in words but impressions and emotions my very presence invoke in thine heart, as the impression thou very imminence awaken in mine, I see you and feel the manifestation of the I in the feminine more profound, I know you not by name but by the same breath we all breathe" Jhanka answered Dreeda, all the while locking gazes with her.
The man is surely confusing but Dreeda was catching on quick, he speaks in riddles yet make so much sense, he gives so much depth, and dimensions to his spoken word, but seems not to have spoken at all, the way he viewed life was totally different from anything she had ever encountered…. At least he is opening up to her again, and she appreciates that very much.
"my name is Dreeda… thank you for being there for me all this while, Mr. wing or whatever you wished to be called" Dreeda said grinning and Jhanka smiled back "oh! My precious moonstone, thou can call me wing, if it pleases thine, for the wing has no form, it can only be felt, same way I want to be felt, not to be seen or heard, the wing is the closes thing in form I can chose as my name"
Dreeda could feel the profound connection she had with the man, she felt like she had hit a gold mine all to herself. No one have ever come this close to knowing the man like she did… its strange for her to be feeling that way but the man seems like a virgin… no like a baby will be the right term.
Yes, a baby that is older than time itself…. She looked back at her life and how far she had come, so much have happen in the past few months than all her lifetime adventure put together. Whatever the future holds she can't tell, she will only be a fool not to walk under this man's shadow.
She stood up and went into the den to bring a cloth and the spicy aromatic herbal ointment for them to shroud themselves from the night breeze and to ward off stinking insects. She came back out and sat beside Jhanka and extend the large handmade cloth to cover them both.
She then leans on to him beneath his shoulder to cuddle. Resting her head on the left side of his rib cage, his heart drumming into her ears. She wrapped her hands around his waist, and it felt so perfect and natural….. there are two lost souls falling into an empty void, a terrain none of them can quite fathom entirely…. In her mind's eye one thing was very clear to Dreeda, and that is; she is never leaving the side of this eccentric man.
Jhanka looked down at Dreedas hair as it reflects the moonlight and gives off a bright gold luster; his nostrils were so close to her hair he could smell it, an elusive lingering smell, so faint it was barely noticeable.
her aura was a different matter entirely, it smelled of her arousal, same reason why he had been avoiding her. Because an aphrodisiac this potent can put a man in trouble. The more she is turned on, the more his groin aches, and Jhanka have to muster all his feeble energies to restrain himself from pouncing on the woman by accident.
Looking down at her blond hair as it reflected the moonlight and gave off a golden luster, teleported his mind to the image of Zanka on a full moon night. He sees it now, it's the image of Zanka on a full moon night, the very essence of Zanka is here in the woman, the signs are clear, she is the moonstone of Zanka.