The town of Ajiyo was a haven of peace. Nestled among lush forests and gently sloping hills, its people lived simple, content lives. The triplets—Agbaje, Akintola, and Ajumobi—were the pride of the community. Stronger than their peers and possessing a rare charisma, they were loved by all who knew them. Their grandparents, revered elders of the town, often spoke of their family's storied past. The boys were named after ancestors who were said to have been protectors of their people in times of great need.
Although rumors of their lineage hinted at something mystical—something tied to wolves—the boys seemed perfectly ordinary. They spent their days playing with friends, their laughter filling the air. But fate, as it often does, had plans to shatter their idyllic lives.
The arrival of Major Jide marked the beginning of the end.
THE SHADOW OF MAJOR JIDE
Major Jide was a figure of authority, a military commander whose presence alone demanded respect—or fear. When he came to the neighboring town of Lafenwa, it was under the guise of a protector. He claimed to have discovered a valuable mineral resource in the region and vowed to bring prosperity to the area. The people of Lafenwa and Ajiyo were cautiously optimistic.
But Major Jide's promises soon revealed themselves to be empty. His soldiers took over the land, fencing off areas and imposing strict rules. The mines became a hub of forced labor, where local youth were coerced into backbreaking work. Schools emptied as children were taken from classrooms. Those who resisted disappeared without explanation, their absence marked only by the whispers of grieving families.
Ajiyo, once a town of laughter and life, became cloaked in fear. Streets grew quiet, and people avoided drawing attention to themselves. Major Jide's name became synonymous with oppression. His soldiers patrolled the towns, their presence a constant reminder of his control.
THE FATEFUL SUNDAY
One quiet Sunday morning, the triplets prepared for church, dressed in their best clothes. Their grandparents' car, a prized possession from better times, waited to take them along the winding private road leading from their family estate. The triplets, seated in the backseat, chatted happily, unaware of the danger closing in.
Suddenly, a van screeched to a halt in front of them. Armed men emerged, their faces set with grim determination. Without warning, they surrounded the car, motioning for the boys to step out.
Their grandfather, a man of dignity and courage, climbed out first. "What do you want?" he demanded, his voice steady.
The men ignored him, yanking open the car doors. When the elderly couple tried to shield the boys, the situation turned violent. Chaos erupted, and in the scuffle, the boys were forcibly taken into the van. Overwhelmed with grief and confusion, they watched as their grandparents' desperate attempts to protect them were met with violence.
The van sped off, carrying the boys deep into the wilderness. Every bump in the road seemed to hammer home the reality of their situation. Terrified and unsure of their fate, the triplets clung to one another, their minds racing with thoughts of escape.
THE AWAKENING
Hours later, the van came to a halt near a remote clearing in the woods. The triplets were dragged out and forced to confront the harsh reality of their captors' intentions. The men began disposing of evidence, but something within the boys snapped.
Their fear was replaced by a surge of emotion—grief, anger, and a deep sense of loss. The air around them seemed to pulse with energy. Agbaje's body trembled as he felt an unfamiliar strength coursing through him. Ajumobi's vision turned red, his senses sharper than ever before. Akintola, the quietest of the three, let out a low growl, a sound that didn't belong to an ordinary boy.
Before anyone could react, the triplets transformed. Agbaje became a towering figure, his form powerful and imposing. Ajumobi's crimson-hued transformation exuded a fiery energy, while Akintola's sleek white form moved with eerie precision.
Their captors, caught off guard, scrambled to respond. The triplets moved as though guided by instinct, using their newfound strength to overwhelm their attackers. The confrontation was brief but decisive. The boys stood in the aftermath, their breaths heavy, the realization of what they had become dawning on them.
THE FOREST AND THE ESCAPE
As dawn broke over the forest, the boys fled deeper into the woods. They moved swiftly, their new forms blending seamlessly with the wilderness. Their emotions were a whirlwind—grief for their lost grandparents, fear of what they had become, and anger at the injustice that had befallen their family.
Back in Lafenwa, Major Jide was informed of the incident. Furious, he intensified his grip on the region. His soldiers patrolled with greater frequency, their searches for the boys becoming relentless. The people of Ajiyo and Lafenwa bore the brunt of his anger, enduring harsher conditions and stricter rules.
The triplets became legends in whispers. Some spoke of them as protectors, avenging the oppressed. Others feared they had become something untethered from humanity.
A FUTURE UNCERTAIN
Months passed, but the triplets were never found. Major Jide, once untouchable, became increasingly paranoid. Though his reign continued, cracks began to show. The people of the region held onto a sliver of hope that the triplets, now seen as symbols of resistance, might one day return to challenge him.
But the forest held its secrets tightly, and the triplets remained hidden, their purpose unspoken yet unmistakable. Somewhere in the shadows, they waited.