Yoname woke up gasping for air, sitting up on her bed, drenched in sweat. Her nightmare still clung to her, making her breath shallow.
Irene, hearing the movement, quietly entered the room. Her voice was soft and calm as she asked, "Mama, what is wrong?"
Yoname turned, forcing a smile. "Irene, everything is alright. Mama just has a headache, but I'll be fine. I'll drink some water."
Irene hurried to the table, grabbed a cup, and offered it to her mother. "Mama, please drink some water. I don't want you falling ill."
Yoname took the cup and drank, her smile reassuring as she turned to Irene. "Mama is strong. I'm never going to fall ill," she said, brushing a stray lock of hair from Irene's face. "Don't worry about me, little one. You are brave, with so many accomplishments ahead of you."
She gently cupped Irene's chin, her voice tender. "You are my treasure, my sweet girl. I will never let anything stop me from being with you—headaches included."
Irene giggled, but her smile faded as she looked down. Yoname noticed the shift and, with concern, asked, "What is it, Irene?"
Before Yoname could react, Irene wrapped her arms around her tightly, burying her face against her chest. "Mama, I'm scared," Irene's voice trembled. "I don't want you to leave me."
Yoname stroked her hair softly, sensing the depth of her daughter's fear. "Irene, what happened?" she asked, her voice gentle.
Tears welled up in Irene's eyes. "Mama, the generals of this kingdom… they scare me. Please don't leave me, Mama."
Yoname held her tightly, her tone firm yet comforting. "I will not leave you. I'm right here. And if anyone dares to harm you, you tell me, and I will handle them. But I will never leave you."
Irene nodded, sniffling as she wiped her tears. Yoname's gaze softened, but before she could speak further, a maid appeared at the doorway, announcing, "My Queen, the Kings and generals have news for you."
Yoname's voice was strong and commanding as she responded, "You may tell them I'll be there shortly."
The maid left, and Yoname turned back to Irene, cupping her face in her hands. "I have to go to an urgent meeting, but you can stay here if you're scared. Or you can come with me and show me the one who intimidates you."
Irene hesitated, then wiped her tears, nodding. "I'll come with you, Mama."
As mother and daughter walked into the throne room, Juba and his men passed by them, casting mischievous glances. Irene recoiled slightly, but Yoname's grip tightened, pulling her closer. Her mood remained unwavering, her expression one of cold determination as she approached the throne. She sat, and Irene took a seat beside her.
Yoname's voice echoed with authority as she addressed the gathering. "Why have you called me at this hour?"
Mpande responded, his tone respectful. "The Kings of Kush are pleased with your conquests and have arrived at Tarakos, waiting for you to meet them at
Forge."
Yoname's eyes narrowed as she turned to Massinissa. "And what news do you bring?"
Massinissa replied, "The mighty weapons are being moved to Agbira as requested. Zaharak is alone at the Afuria. I suggest we send more forces to assist him."
"More forces!" Yoname's voice rang through the hall, causing Irene to flinch and instinctively grab her mother's hand. Yoname took a calming breath, then softened her tone. "If Zaharak needs more forces, he can come to me himself. I will be journeying to Tarakos tomorrow by noon."
She turned to Irene, noticing her daughter's sadness. Yoname squeezed her hand, offering a small but encouraging smile. "Don't worry, Irene. I will always be with you."
Irene gave a quiet nod. Yoname turned to the generals and Kings present. "If that's all, this meeting is concluded."
She rose from her seat, Irene following closely behind.
Later, as Irene went to her room, Yoname stepped outside to the pool, taking a moment to wash her face and calm her mind. She noticed Ekundayo, one of her trusted officers, sitting at a distance. She called him over.
Ekundayo approached, bowing slightly. "My Queen, what troubles you this night?"
Yoname turned to him, her voice low but serious. "I will be moving to Tarakos tomorrow. Please watch over Irene for me. And keep a close eye on Juba. He's up to something—find out what, and report to me as soon as you learn anything."
Ekundayo bowed again, his tone resolute. "Yes, my Queen. Your orders will be carried out."
Yoname nodded, walking away toward her chamber, her mind already focused on the tasks ahead.
The Gathering of Strength
A week had passed. Nosaze and her army continued their journey back to Gao. Upon arriving, she was met by one of Sonni's guards, who informed her, "King Sonni is busy at the royal tribunal. It is best you wait outside rather than entering during the judgment."
Nosaze, however, was firm. "I must see him," she insisted. Reluctantly, the guard allowed her entry.
As Nosaze walked calmly into the tribunal, her eyes fell upon Sonni seated on his throne, surrounded by his aunt Zaliya, her sons, and his noble retainers. The hall buzzed with tension as a case unfolded.
At the center of the room, soldiers were interrogating a trembling woman. The woman cried out, "It wasn't me! I have not returned to my village in a long time." Desperately, she stretched out her hand, presenting a worn, bloodstained cloth.
The head soldier took the cloth and held it up for all to see. Sonni leaned forward, examining it, then gave the soldier a nod. The soldier turned to the man who had accused the woman and pointed at him. The other soldiers grabbed the man, dragging him before the king.
The man fell to his knees, his voice trembling. "My king, please spare me! It was all a misunderstanding!"
Sonni rose, his voice sharp. "A misunderstanding that nearly cost an innocent life!" He struck the man across the face with his staff, sending him sprawling to the ground. Towering over him, Sonni continued, "Perhaps now you will learn your lesson."
As Sonni turned, his eyes caught Nosaze's. He noticed the fright and confusion etched on her face. Motioning to his guards, he ordered, "Take him away from here." The soldiers dragged the man out as Sonni descended from the throne, walking toward Nosaze.
Once outside the tribunal, Sonni turned to her. "Why didn't you wait outside?"
Nosaze hesitated before replying, "I was eager to see you. But I did not expect to see you in such a furious state."
Sonni chuckled, his voice lighter now. "Furious? No, I am not furious. But lying and putting an innocent life at risk is an act I cannot tolerate in my kingdom. Such diabolical behavior is not allowed."
He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "But no matter. You arrived at the perfect time. We leave for Afuria early tomorrow."
Before Nosaze could respond, the gates trembled, and a booming voice cut through the air. "So, you planned to march into battle without me?"
Sonni and Nosaze turned to the source of the voice. Emerging from the shadows were Yacouba Sissoko, twirling his sword with practiced skill, and Souleymane Konaté, his massive size and commanding presence intimidating.
As they approached, Sonni's loyal warriors, Keita, Fatoumata, and Diallo, stepped forward to meet them. The gathered soldiers erupted into cheers.
Sonni strode forward, his voice filled with joy. "If it isn't Yacouba and Konaté—my finest swordsman and my skull crusher! It has been far too long."
Yacouba inclined his head. "I greet you, my king," he said, then turned to Nosaze with a respectful bow. "And my queen."
Diallo added, a grin on his face, "You two have been far too busy."
Yacouba chuckled. "We all are. But you should not have gone to battle without at least informing me."
Sonni shook his head, his tone apologetic. "It was not intentional. But you've arrived just in time. We leave for battle tomorrow, and your presence will strengthen us."
Yacouba clasped Sonni's hands firmly. "You never needed to ask."
Keita stepped forward with a warm smile. "With that settled, welcome home, brothers."
Fatoumata nodded in agreement. "Welcome home."
Standing beside Sonni, Nosaze felt her spirits lift. Seeing their old allies reunited filled her with hope. Together, they were stronger.
Yoname's Journey to the Ishkura Forge
Yoname arrived at the Ishkura Forge to meet the Kings of Kush—three towering brothers known for their might and their army's strength. The kings were Sutemak, Tarikhur, and Bakuren, legends in their land.
As Yoname entered the grand chamber, Bakuren stood and exclaimed, "The Queen of the Nehizena Empire! Your conquests have brought us more joy than we anticipated. Please, have a seat."
Yoname gracefully took her place and replied, "I appreciate your hospitality, but I must ask—what brings you so close to the borders of the West? The time for you to act has not yet arrived."
Sutemak leaned forward, his voice filled with impatience. "You're right, but we're growing restless. We need our vengeance, and we need it now."
Yoname's tone hardened as she replied, "We had an agreement. Stay out of my way until I am done. Only then can you claim your vengeance."
Bakuren chuckled, his voice low and mocking. "Ah, Yoname. Your defiance is admirable, and your pride is uniquely yours. But we didn't summon you here to quarrel. We have something far more interesting for you."
Yoname raised an eyebrow. "And what is that?"
Tarikhur rose and gestured for her to follow. "Come with us to the top floor. You'll see soon enough."
Together, they ascended to the upper level, entering a massive hall where blacksmiths toiled tirelessly. Sparks flew as molten metal was forged into deadly precision. Bakuren placed a hand on Yoname's shoulder, his tone dripping with pride. "Take it all in. Behold the power and strength of Kush. Ishkura Forge is not a place for the faint-hearted."
Yoname abruptly shrugged off his hand, her eyes cold and unyielding. Bakuren stepped back, smirking as if amused by her defiance.
She scanned the hall, her voice calm yet cutting. "Impressive, indeed. Yet, for all its strength, this forge seems fragile. One good rumble could bring it all crashing down."
Tarikhur's expression darkened as he retorted, "And who would dare to challenge us and bring this place down?"
Yoname's gaze sharpened. "Your enemies may not have to. Sometimes, pride and carelessness are enough to destroy even the mightiest."
Sutemak interrupted, uncovering a large box filled with swords and armor. "Enough talk. These are for you—crafted with the finest Kushite steel. Take them and march with some of our best warriors. Show the world why the Kings of Kush are unmatched."
Yoname stepped forward, picking up one of the swords. Its weight felt balanced in her hand.
"Go on," Sutemak urged. "Try it."
In a fluid motion, Yoname swung the blade, severing a nearby pillar in two. The forge trembled as the workers paused, looking around uneasily. Yoname stood firm, unshaken by the quake she had caused.
Sutemak laughed heartily. "Now you see the strength of our weapons. They are unlike any others." He paused briefly, surveying the room before continuing. "Some of our finest warriors will accompany you, ensuring the weapons reach your kingdom safely. You've done well, Queen Yoname."
Yoname held the sword with pride, the glint of ambition in her eyes as she turned it over in her hands. She could already feel the power of Kush at her side, ready to reshape the battlefield in her favor.
The Tyranny of King Zaharak
The once-prosperous land of Afuria now bore the scars of its cruel new ruler, King Zaharak. The people, known for their unmatched skill in sculpture, were forced into relentless labor, building a massive statue of Zaharak—a grotesque symbol of his dominion.
In the grand hall of the palace, Zaharak lounged on the throne, exuding an aura of fear and oppression. His soldiers entered, dragging Kesia, the sister of the late Queen Zuri, behind them.
"Your Highness," one of the soldiers announced, shoving Kesia roughly to the floor, "we've found her—the queen's sister."
Kesia coughed harshly, gasping for air after their violent handling. Zaharak rose from the throne, his footsteps echoing ominously as he approached her.
"So, you are the Kesia the servants keep whispering about," he said, his voice dripping with mockery.
Kesia, still on the ground, raised her head and said with fiery defiance, "My people are not your servants."
Zaharak chuckled darkly, the sound filling the room. "You speak as though you have the power to save them. But let me tell you something—no matter how brave or stubborn you think you are, you will never rescue them."
He turned away, scanning the room with a smug expression.
Kesia's voice broke through, trembling yet firm, "The Almighty will reward you for the evil you have brought upon this land!"
Zaharak's head snapped back, his voice thundering, "I am the ruler of this land—me, and me alone!"
Kesia flinched, momentarily silenced by the force of his words. Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to lower her gaze.
Zaharak crouched before her, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You were difficult to catch, but now, here you are." He reached out, pulling back her veil with his hand fan.
Looking into her eyes, he said coldly, "The queen had a son. You will tell me where he is."
Kesia's voice was low but resolute. "Do you truly think I would hand my sister's son over to you?"
Zaharak smirked, nodding as though amused by her defiance. "Of course not. I knew this wouldn't be easy." He grasped her hand, inspecting it mockingly. "Your hands are so soft. It seems you've been spared from hard labor. That will change."
He straightened, turning to his soldiers. "Take her to the labor grounds. Make sure she works until her bones crack and her spirit is utterly broken. Only then will she understand."
The soldiers seized Kesia, yanking her to her feet. She struggled, screaming in defiance, but their grip was unyielding. As they dragged her away, the palace servants and maids watched in silent despair, tears streaming down their faces.
Kesia's cries echoed through the halls, fading as she was taken outside. Zaharak returned to his throne, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he basked in his power, utterly blind to the seeds of rebellion his tyranny had sown.
The Secrets of Afuria
Sonni, Nosaze, and their warriors journeyed towards Afuria, hoping to uncover the truth behind the kingdom's suffering. As their soldiers set up camp on the outskirts, Sonni and Nosaze, accompanied by a select few, ventured into the heart of the kingdom in disguise to avoid drawing attention.
Upon arrival, they were struck by the heavy presence of tyranny. The once-vibrant land now seemed stifled by fear. The two leaders knew they needed to move cautiously. Guided by Jabari, the eldest chief of Afuria, they made their way to the labor grounds where Kesia was rumored to be.
As they navigated through Zaharak's guards, they finally found her. Nosaze spotted Kesia immediately and swiftly pulled her into a hidden corner, their breaths quickening with the intensity of the moment.
Kesia, initially shocked, was silenced when Nosaze placed a hand gently over her mouth. "Shh," Nosaze whispered, urging her to stay quiet. Recognition flickered in Kesia's eyes, and she fell into silence, though her body trembled with emotion.
Tears streamed down Kesia's face as she whispered through sobs, "Oh, Nosaze, why did you abandon us? We've suffered so much… Why didn't you come for us?"
Nosaze's voice broke as she replied, "I never abandoned you, Kesia. I never abandoned Zuri."
She pulled Kesia into a tight embrace as the younger woman cried harder, her pain spilling out in waves. "I wasn't aware of what was happening here," Nosaze said, her voice thick with regret. "Forgive me, Kesia. Please forgive me."
Kesia clung to Nosaze, nodding through her tears. They held each other tightly, their bond unspoken yet unbroken.
After a moment, Nosaze gently pulled back and wiped Kesia's tears away. "Calm down. Please," she whispered. "I need you to tell me—where is Zuri?"
Kesia's voice cracked as she replied, her tears falling like rain. "They killed Zuri. And in her place, they put a ruthless man—Zaharak. He rules over us now."
Nosaze staggered back, nearly losing her balance at the devastating news. Sonni, ever by her side, caught her before she fell. She looked up at him, her face stricken with disbelief. "It's over, Sonni," she whispered. "It's over. Yoname will kill us all."
Sonni's grip tightened, and he steadied her. "Nosaze, calm down. Please. Nothing is over yet. We're not giving up." He gently eased her onto a nearby stone, his eyes filled with resolve.
Turning to Kesia, Sonni asked, "And the heir? Where is he?"
Kesia lowered her head, voice barely a whisper. "I hid him away… but the way things are now, it's only a matter of time before they find him."
Sonni's jaw clenched. "And the tyrant who fancies himself a king—what is his name?"
Kesia's reply was chilling. "His name is Zaharak."
Sonni's mind raced as he processed the information. Nosaze, her voice barely audible, added, "Why would anyone want to hurt Zuri? She… she was a good queen."
Before anyone could respond, Jabari, the elder chief, entered the hidden space. "Well," he began, his voice solemn, "there's a reason for all of this."
Sonni turned to him sharply. "What reason?"
Jabari continued, "A long time ago, the kings of Gao, Benin, Meroe, the people of the Garamantes, and the Berbers of Numidia joined forces. Together, they acquired resources from overseas to forge mighty weapons—capable of destroying entire kingdoms. They made a pact to use them only in the most desperate of circumstances, and so they entrusted the weapons to Afuria, the Jewel of Numidia."
Nosaze's eyes widened as she listened.
"But Yoname," Jabari went on, "knows about these weapons. She came here, seeking the key from our queen Zuri to unlock the vault where these weapons are stored. But Zuri, knowing what such power could do, chose to die rather than surrender the key."
Jabari bowed his head, his voice thick with sorrow. "I once asked her how far she would go to protect the vault. Her answer was simple: 'Till death.'"
Nosaze's voice was barely a whisper, as if the words were too heavy to speak. "Till death."
Jabari nodded in agreement, a grim look on his face.
Sonni, ever the strategist, took a step forward. "Yoname's forces… they're bigger than her husband's?"
Jabari's face grew darker. "Yes. Yoname allies herself with powerful kings from the north. Her army is ruthless—soulless, even. Look around," he gestured towards the labor grounds, "Zaharak's men are here, but Yoname's army is mixed in. Along with Massinissa's and some towering armies—armies you would not want to face."
Sonni looked toward the labor grounds, his gaze scanning the menacing forces. His mind reeled, still processing the sheer scale of the threat.
Standing close beside him, Kesia tilted her head slightly toward Zaharak, her voice low but urgent. "That's Zaharak—the demon who rules over us." She turned fully to Sonni, her expression tense. "If you're planning an attack, don't come through the front gates. Come through the sea borders at night, when the mist covers the land. That's the only way you won't be seen. My men will clear the path for you to enter."
Sonni nodded in agreement. "We'll go back to the camp and prepare the boats. By nightfall, we'll strike."
Kesia glanced at them one last time, her face a mixture of fear and resolve. "I have to go back to the labor grounds now. He'll send his soldiers to fetch me soon."
Nosaze hugged Kesia tightly, their hearts aching at the thought of the suffering she was about to endure. "We'll come for you, Kesia. We'll come for all of you."
Kesia nodded, wiping her tears away. "Be safe, Nosaze. Be safe, Sonni."
With a final glance, Kesia turned and disappeared back into the heart of the labor grounds.
As the night approached, Sonni and Nosaze, along with their warriors, made their way back to the camp. They had a plan now—a dangerous, daring plan—but it was the only hope they had left.
"By nightfall tomorrow," Sonni muttered to himself, his mind sharp with determination. "We will end this."
The Unseen Bond
Meanwhile, Yoname arrived at the Kingdom of Nehizena with a contingent of fierce warriors gifted to her by the kings of Kush. These warriors assisted in transporting the armories to her kingdom, unloading them with precision and efficiency for Yoname's growing army.
Inside the bustling courtyard, the Kushite warriors unloaded crates containing powerful weapons, their sharp edges glinting in the sunlight. Yoname strode confidently into her council chamber, her two loyal dogs trailing at her side. Taking her seat at the head of the chamber, she summoned her soldiers. They quickly assembled in perfect formation, disciplined and attentive, though among them stood Erhahon, disguised as one of the rank and file.
Yoname's voice cut through the room with authority. "The kings of Kush have graced us with armories that will fortify our battle. Blades so sharp they can reduce a mighty pillar to rubble. With such power in our grasp, our conquest will become effortless." She paused, scanning the faces of her soldiers before continuing. "What of the siege weapons being transported to the borders of Agbira?"
A soldier stepped forward from the ranks. "My queen, though the journey is arduous, we've managed to transport the weapons halfway to Agbira's borders."
Yoname rested a hand on the head of one of her dogs, her sharp nails gently brushing its fur. "Halfway is far from complete," she said coolly, "but progress is progress. You may all return to your duties for now."
The soldiers began to disperse, but Yoname's keen eyes suddenly locked onto Erhahon. Something about him seemed out of place—his posture, his demeanor, or perhaps a flicker of familiarity. Her voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "Stop!"
The soldiers froze, exchanging wary glances. Yoname pointed directly at Erhahon. "You there, step forward."
Erhahon, steadying his nerves, stepped out from the ranks. Yoname's gaze was piercing. "You look familiar. Where have I seen you before?"
Another soldier chimed in, eager to assist. "My queen, he was one of the late King Nehizena's personal officers."
Yoname's expression darkened with curiosity. "Ah, yes. The officer who was always allowed to act with certain liberties. I always wondered why Nehizena treated you differently, especially that day he waged war against Afunfun and sent you back to the palace mid-battle."
Erhahon stood his ground, his heart pounding but his face stoic, refusing to betray his fear.
Yoname leaned forward slightly, her voice laced with suspicion. "Remove that scarf from your face."
Erhahon hesitated but complied, pulling the scarf down slowly to reveal his face. Yoname's dogs growled low, their instincts seemingly mirroring her own sudden realization. She flinched, studying Erhahon's features. There was a striking resemblance—one that couldn't easily be ignored.
Yoname leaned back in her chair, a flicker of doubt crossing her stern expression. "We all do look alike sometimes, don't we? The world is small, after all." Her tone was dismissive, yet her thoughts churned with questions. She waved her hand. "Enough for today. You're all dismissed."
The soldiers filed out, including Erhahon, who maintained his composure despite the narrow escape. Yoname, now alone in the chamber, sat in contemplative silence, her hand resting on the head of one of her dogs. Her mind raced with the possibility: Could Erhahon be her child?
Beneath the Silent Sky
As night descended, Sonni and Nosaze, accompanied by their soldiers, moved silently by boat through the mist-covered sea borders of Afuria. The stillness of the night was broken only by the soft splash of oars against the water.
Nosaze, lost in thought, stepped toward the front of the boat, her eyes lifting to the stars above. The gentle breeze tugged at her hair, brushing it back, as she stood there, a quiet figure in the vastness of the night sky.
Sonni, noticing her solitude, approached silently, his steps measured and deliberate. Standing behind her, he said softly, "It really is a beautiful night."
Nosaze, her gaze still fixed on the shimmering stars, replied with a sigh, "Yes, it is… but it feels so… empty."
Sonni tilted his head, curious. "Empty? Why?"
She lowered her eyes to the rippling water below, her voice soft but carrying a weight of sadness. "Nights like this should mean something more. More than battles, more than strategy. They should be filled with something better."
Sonni stepped closer, his tone warm, trying to bring some lightness to the moment. "And what would you do with it, if not this?"
Nosaze turned to face him, her expression soft yet searching, as if weighing the depth of his question. "Haven't you ever thought about having a family? Spending nights like this with someone who matters, without fear, without the weight of war… just peace?"
For a moment, Sonni said nothing. He simply stood there, studying her—how the stars reflected in her eyes, how the breeze played with her hair. A faint smile tugged at his lips before he spoke, his voice low and sincere. "I've thought about many things, Nosaze. But right now, looking at you… it's hard to think of anything else."
Nosaze blinked, caught off guard by the softness in his voice. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze still on him as she tilted her head. "Sonni…"
He stepped even closer, his tone hushed. "You're stunning, Nosaze. Even the stars don't compare. How could anyone look at this night and not see that its beauty pales beside yours?"
Her heart skipped a beat. The usual guardedness in her expression melted away, replaced by something gentler. A flicker of vulnerability crossed her features before she turned back to the river, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. "You always know what to say."
Sonni chuckled softly, his voice warm. "It's not just about saying the right thing. It's about speaking the truth."
Nosaze's gaze fell to the rippling water, her thoughts swirling in the quiet between them. "Truths like that… belong in a world far away from this one, don't you think?"
Sonni's expression grew more serious, his eyes never leaving hers. "No, Nosaze. Truths like that are what keep us going. And maybe, just maybe, when all of this is over, we'll find a world where those truths aren't just words… but our life together."
For a moment, Nosaze didn't respond. She leaned forward, her hands resting on the edge of the boat as she let her thoughts settle into the stillness of the night.
Sonni, sensing the weight of her emotions, moved closer. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her gently into his embrace.
The warmth of his presence enveloped her, and for a brief second, she froze, caught off guard by the intimacy of the gesture. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she closed her eyes, leaning into him, letting the quiet comfort of his touch wash over her.
His voice was soft, almost a whisper in her ear. "When the time comes… I hope we'll find that peace. Together."
Nosaze opened her eyes and looked out at the horizon, her voice barely audible as she spoke. "Together."
They stood together in the stillness, held by the fragile hope of a future beyond the war—a future where peace and love might finally take root. As the boat continued its quiet journey through the mist, the stars above seemed to watch over them, witnessing the delicate dreams of a couple caught between the chaos of battle and the possibility of something more.
The boats glided silently to the gateway dock, the faint glow of moonlight casting long shadows over the city of Afuria. The mist that hung thick in the air seemed to protect their movements, shrouding their arrival in secrecy. The people of Afuria, loyal to Sonni and Nosaze, guided them through narrow alleyways and hidden paths, leading them to the cellars scattered around the city. There, hidden beneath the earth, Sonni, Nosaze, and their army waited.
As the early light of dawn began to creep over Afuria, Zaharak's forces, reinforced by Yoname's soldiers, marched the people of Afuria out of their homes, pushing them toward the labor grounds under the oppressive watch of their captors. The city's streets, once bustling with life, were now filled with soldiers marching in grim silence, ensuring that no one would escape the harsh demands of their conquerors.
But beneath the city, hidden in the labyrinthine cellars, Sonni and Nosaze, along with their army, waited. The air in the darkened spaces was thick with anticipation, and the faint sounds of the soldiers above gave them the signal they had been waiting for.
As Zaharak's forces paraded the people through the streets, Sonni and Nosaze's army emerged from the shadows, bursting forth like a flood. The initial shockwave of their attack was swift and brutal, catching Zaharak's soldiers off guard. They had not expected such a sudden, coordinated assault. The ground trembled beneath the force of the onslaught as Sonni and Nosaze's soldiers, trained in the art of surprise and precise strikes, attacked with calculated ferocity.
The people of Afuria, seeing the battle erupt around them, fled for their lives, avoiding the violence that raged in the streets. But Zaharak's soldiers, though numerous, were not accustomed to the style of warfare Sonni and Nosaze employed. They stumbled, disoriented by the speed and fluidity with which the attackers moved. Sonni's warriors danced between the enemy lines, striking and vanishing like shadows, while Nosaze's forces flanked from the rooftops and hidden paths, their arrows and javelins raining down on Zaharak's army with deadly accuracy.
But Yoname's soldiers—those who had previously clashed with Sonni and Nosaze—were not so easily fooled. They recognized the strategy, the clever use of terrain and surprise, and they charged relentlessly, their movements sharper and more deliberate. Having battled against Sonni and Nosaze before, their familiarity with their tactics made them a formidable threat.
Yet, despite their skill and knowledge of Sonni and Nosaze's style, even Yoname's soldiers found themselves in a tense battle. The precision of Sonni and Nosaze's forces was undeniable, but they were not without struggle. They had learned much from their last battle, and though they fought with wisdom, it was not without difficulty. The familiar tactics, while effective, still faced the challenge of Zaharak's relentless forces and the sheer numbers Yoname had sent to reinforce him.
Sonni, standing at the heart of the chaos, moved like a storm, his blade cutting through the thick of Zaharak's soldiers. His mind, sharp and focused, constantly shifted as he adjusted his tactics to each new wave of enemies. He could feel the pressure of the battle weighing on his shoulders, but his resolve never wavered.
Nosaze, commanding from a higher vantage point, moved fluidly through the battle. Her mind was always two steps ahead, predicting the movements of Zaharak's forces and redirecting her warriors accordingly. From above, she saw how the streets of Afuria became a battlefield, her warriors darting in and out of the fray, using their knowledge of the city's layout to their advantage.
As the battle raged, Sonni and Nosaze realized that while they had the upper hand in terms of tactics, the battle was far from won. Yoname's soldiers fought like a storm, relentless and disciplined, pushing back against Sonni's forces in a way Zaharak's army never could. Their movements were precise, born from a deeper understanding of Sonni and Nosaze's way of fighting, but even so, they could not maintain their momentum forever.
Sonni, seeing the struggle unfold, adapted. He began to weave through the battlefield with more complexity, setting traps and using misdirection to draw Yoname's forces into vulnerable positions. Nosaze, from above, continued to direct her forces, ensuring that the flow of the battle remained in their favor. It was not just strength that would win this fight; it was strategy, intelligence, and the willingness to exploit every weakness, no matter how small.
The battle shifted once more as Zaharak's soldiers, disoriented and unable to keep up with the relentless onslaught from Sonni and Nosaze's forces, began to falter. But Yoname's soldiers, though they had the upper hand in certain moments, could not maintain their advantage. Even they, in their relentless charge, began to tire. The wisdom Sonni and Nosaze's forces had gained from their previous encounters—coupled with their uncanny ability to adapt to any situation—was beginning to tip the scales.
With a final, decisive push, Sonni and Nosaze's forces broke through the heart of Zaharak's lines, sending Zaharak's soldiers sprawling to the ground. Yoname's army, though still formidable, responded with renewed ferocity, their ranks pressing back as the tide of battle shifted in a brutal back-and-forth.
Sonni, undeterred, surged into the heart of the enemy's ranks, his blade cutting through the chaos, each strike precise and deadly. His movements were fluid, a blur of steel and strategy, as he carved a path forward. Nosaze fought by his side, her warriors flanking and moving like shadows, always a step ahead, always adapting.
But for a moment, amidst the bloodshed, the sounds of the battle grew muffled, and the world around Sonni seemed to slow. His focus narrowed, and his gaze sharpened as a chilling sight cut through the fog of war: towering figures of Kushite soldiers, their presence unmistakable and imposing, fighting against him and Nosaze's army.
Memories of past wars flooded his mind—of his father's voice, the battles fought, the scars of history that never seemed to fade. And as one of the Kushite warriors locked eyes with him from across the battlefield, Sonni froze, a sudden weight pressing down on him. The warrior's gaze was a challenge, an echo of old wounds, and as the soldier charged toward him, cutting down any who dared stand in his way, time seemed to stretch.
In that instant of vulnerability, one of Zaharak's soldiers, noticing Sonni's stillness, saw an opportunity. The soldier charged toward him, weapon raised, intent on striking him while he was distracted.
Yacouba Sissoko, ever vigilant, saw the danger immediately. He shouted, "My king!" as he lunged toward Sonni, grabbing him and pulling him to safety. In a single, swift motion, Yacouba's blade cleaved through Zaharak's soldier, sending the man collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
Yet Sonni remained locked in place, his eyes fixed on the Kushite warrior, his thoughts caught in the currents of the past. The war raged around him, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. The Kushite warrior, relentless, carved his way through the battlefield, his steps growing closer, his presence overwhelming.
But as fate would have it, an unstable structure near the center of the battlefield gave way, collapsing in a deafening crash. The Kushite warrior was caught beneath the debris, his mighty form vanishing under the rubble in an instant. Sonni's eyes never wavered, following the warrior's final fall, until the sound of his demise echoed across the battlefield, signaling the end of his pursuit.
Yacouba, still by Sonni's side, watched the scene unfold in silence. The chaos of battle continued around them, but for that fleeting moment, Sonni stood frozen, a part of him still trapped in the memory of the past. Only when the dust began to settle did he finally look away, his mind heavy, his resolve still firm.
Yacouba's voice broke through the haze of battle as he urgently called out, "My king, my king, are you alright?" Sonni, still stunned by the sight of the Kushite warrior and the rush of memories, nodded, shaking off the feeling. He pushed himself up, the fire of battle reigniting within him. His eyes widened, as a new sense of urgency gripped him. Without another word, he charged forward, fiercer than ever before, with Yacouba at his side, fighting their way through Zaharak's forces.
Nosaze appeared beside him, her breath rapid and strained from the fight. "Sonni, they've taken Kesia and the heir!" she gasped, her voice tight with worry. "Zaharak… he's taken them to the top of the palace roof. We need to move quickly. Come with me, this way—it's safer. The other side seems more dangerous."
Sonni paused for a heartbeat, his eyes scanning both paths. The route Nosaze pointed to was indeed slower, but it was also safer, less vulnerable to Zaharak's archers. The other route, though faster, was lined with Zaharak's soldiers, their arrows flying through the air like deadly rain. Without hesitation, Sonni made his choice. His resolve hardened. "We'll take the dangerous path."
He charged forward, his instincts driving him. The air was filled with the whizzing sound of arrows, but Sonni's focus never wavered as he dodged and weaved through the barrage, determined to reach the top.
Meanwhile, on the palace rooftop, Zaharak stood with the young heir, Keyamano, gripped in his ruthless hands. The boy, small and fragile, trembled in his grasp. Kesia, her voice raw with desperation, begged him, "Please, Zaharak, don't do this. Spare him. Kill me instead."
Without a hint of remorse, Zaharak threw the boy to the floor, the impact harsh as the little heir cried out. "So, this is the heir you hid away from me," Zaharak sneered, his cold gaze fixed on the child. "Well, it seems he will not live to see the dawn… as you've already brought war to your king."
Kesia scrambled to her feet, her hands outstretched in a last, desperate plea. "Please, don't kill him," she cried, her voice breaking. "You want me? Take me, but spare him." Zaharak, unmoved, struck her hard, sending her crashing back to the ground.
Keyamano, though terrified, ran toward Zaharak in a futile attempt to protect his aunty. The boy clutched at Zaharak's arm with all the strength he could muster, but Zaharak, in a flash of vicious fury, used the pommel of his sword to strike Keyamano's face, leaving a deep gash that caused blood to spill. The boy cried out, clutching at his eye, but Zaharak moved with eerie, deliberate slowness, turning to walk toward him, prepared to finish the job.
Sonni fought his way up the palace, his eyes locked on the rooftop where Zaharak held the boy. An archer stationed above fired arrows down upon him, sharp as daggers, but Sonni's resolve never wavered. With every step, he dodged the lethal missiles, his heart racing as the top of the building came into view.
As Zaharak raised his sword to deliver the fatal blow to Keyamano, the boy looked up, awe and terror in his eyes. But it was then, in that split second, that Sonni leaped from the edge, his body soaring through the air like a shadow of vengeance.
With a single, fluid motion, Sonni descended upon Zaharak, his sword cleaving through the air and striking Zaharak's sword arm. The weapon flew from Zaharak's grasp, blood spilling from the wound. Zaharak howled in pain, staggering back, the force of Sonni's strike sending him reeling.
With a primal roar, Sonni kicked Zaharak to the ground, his fury taking shape as he stood over his fallen foe. But Zaharak's soldiers, witnessing their commander's fall, surged forward to protect him, swords raised and eyes filled with rage.
Yet before they could strike, Keita and some of Sonni's soldiers appeared, cutting down Zaharak's soldiers with expert precision. Keita's arrows flew like a deadly storm, each one finding its mark as they cut down archers from across the rooftops, ensuring that Zaharak's soldiers were overwhelmed.
The rooftop became a battleground, but the scales had shifted. Zaharak's soldiers, once formidable, were now fighting with their backs to the wall, outnumbered and outclassed by Sonni's forces.
Kesia, though still on the ground, could hardly believe her eyes. Her son was safe. Sonni had come. And Zaharak, now on the ground, bleeding and defeated, was no longer a threat. The battle was far from over, but the tide had turned in their favor.
Kesia held Keyamano tightly, her arms wrapped around him protectively as Sonni stood tall and imposing, his presence casting a shadow over Zaharak. Keyamano, his eye bloodied but still defiant, looked up to Sonni with awe, his gaze filled with admiration for the mighty warrior. His eyes followed Sonni's sword as he twirled it in his hand, mesmerized by the weapon's power.
Sonni pointed his sword at Zaharak, his voice cutting through the air with icy precision. "Raise up your head."
Zaharak, with his one arm hanging uselessly by his side, slowly lifted his head, the weight of his impending fate evident in his pained expression. His remaining arm trembled as he raised it, seeking mercy. Sonni's army roughly pulled Zaharak to his feet, his screams of pain echoing as they moved him, the injury to his arm exacerbating the agony.
"Please, please, have mercy on me," Zaharak begged, his voice trembling with fear.
Sonni's voice was cold as ice. "Mercy? Why didn't you think of that before claiming what doesn't belong to you?"
Zaharak stuttered, his fear overtaking him. "It's all Yoname, not me…"
Sonni's gaze hardened. "You killed their Queen, and she was a close friend of mine. There must be retribution."
As Sonni spoke, Nosaze entered, her eyes wide with shock at the scene. "Sonni…"
Sonni turned to her, his face grim. "Nosa, please take Kesia and the child away from here."
Nosaze nodded, her expression steely with determination. She gently wrapped her arms around Kesia and Keyamano, guiding them away from the danger of the rooftop. Zaharak, knowing what was about to happen, pleaded one last time.
"No, please… no…"
But it was too late.
Sonni's army closed in on Zaharak, swords flashing in the daylight as they executed him without hesitation, stabbing relentlessly until his body fell limp. Sonni turned away, his face unreadable, and Keita followed, stepping away from the carnage. The weight of the battle, and the cost of victory, lingered in the air as they walked off the rooftop, leaving the brutal scene behind.
The people of Afuria emerged cautiously from their hiding places, their faces etched with relief and gratitude. Children clung to their mothers, and elders nodded solemnly in acknowledgment of their survival. The air was thick with the mingled scent of blood and smoke, but there was also a sense of hope—the kind that only comes when those who have suffered see a chance to rebuild.
Sonni stood amidst his soldiers, his armor battered but his resolve unbroken. He looked at the faces of his men and women—warriors who had fought valiantly to defend the city. His gaze softened when it landed on Yacouba Sissoko, who approached him with a proud but weary smile.
"My king," Yacouba said, his voice steady despite his visible exhaustion. "The enemy has been driven out, and Afuria is safe again."
Sonni nodded, gripping Yacouba's shoulder firmly. "You've earned this victory, all of you. Your bravery saved countless lives today."
Not far away, Nosaze moved through the crowd, rallying the people of Afuria. Her presence was commanding, her voice steady as she reassured them that the danger had passed. She stopped to help an elder woman to her feet, her regal bearing a source of comfort to the weary survivors. When her eyes met Sonni's, there was a brief but meaningful exchange of gratitude.
As the remaining troops secured the city, Keita approached, his bow slung over his shoulder. "We've found maps and supplies left behind by Zaharak's forces," he reported. "They retreated faster than expected, but their next steps are already hinted at."
"Good," Sonni replied, his tone sharp. "Study them thoroughly. This isn't over."
Nosaze joined the conversation, her voice calm but resolute. "The retreat will only give Yoname time to strengthen her hold. She's a strategist, and she'll come back with an even more calculated attack."
Sonni's expression darkened at the mention of Yoname. Her role in this conflict loomed large in his mind. "Let her plot her schemes. We'll be ready for her when the time comes."
Nearby, Kesia knelt beside Keyamano, tending to the boy's wounds with care. Despite his bruises and his bandaged eye, Keyamano looked up at Kesia, his small hand clutching hers tightly. His admiration for Sonni's bravery was evident as he watched the king speak with his soldiers.
Nosaze walked over to Kesia and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You've been through so much," Nosaze said softly, her voice kind. "But you're safe now. Both of you."
Kesia nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you—for everything. If it weren't for you and the king…" Her voice trailed off, and she hugged Keyamano close.
As night fell, a temporary peace settled over Afuria. Fires were lit to warm the cold night, and the injured were tended to with care. The people of Afuria, though bruised and battered, began to rebuild what they had lost. Songs of resilience echoed through the streets, accompanied by whispered prayers of thanks.
Sonni and Nosaze eventually found themselves standing atop the palace, overlooking the city they had fought to protect. The stars above seemed brighter, as if honoring the courage it had taken to withstand such an overwhelming attack.
"This is a victory, no doubt," Nosaze said, her voice calm but tinged with weariness.
Sonni nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "But it's only one of many battles to come. Yoname won't rest, and neither will her kingdom."
Nosaze's expression hardened. "We'll face whatever comes. There's no turning back now."
Sonni glanced at her, a faint but determined smile crossing his lips. "We fight for Afuria, for all who look to us for hope. That's something worth any sacrifice."
In the distance, the faint sound of rebuilding began—a reminder that even in the aftermath of destruction, there was always room for renewal. As the stars shone down on Afuria, Sonni and Nosaze silently vowed to see this fight through to the end, knowing that every victory, no matter how small, brought them one step closer to peace.
The Council Chamber of Yoname
King Mpande, King Bocchus, and King Massinissa stormed into Yoname's grand hall, their faces etched with fury. Mpande spoke first, his voice sharp with anger:
"Yoname, you sit here comfortably while Sonni and Nosaze wage war against Zaharak! They've killed him and taken Afuria from our grip."
Massinissa added, his tone cold and deliberate, "We must reclaim what is ours and strike fear into their hearts. If we hesitate, their confidence will only grow."
Yoname, reclining in her throne, leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. "And why," she began slowly, her voice carrying an edge of disdain, "would I bother myself with this issue? You all should have thought of the consequences before placing a fool in charge of such a critical stronghold. Zaharak was never capable of handling such matters, yet you insisted. Now he's met his end."
Bocchus slammed his fist on the arm of a nearby chair, his face flushed with anger. "My brother was not a fool! He could still be alive if you had supported him. But no—you wanted him dead!"
Yoname's lips curled into a sly smile. "If avenging your brother brings you peace, by all means, go ahead," she said coldly.
Bocchus took a step forward, his voice trembling with rage. "I will avenge him. And when I return, Yoname, I'll see your head fed to your dogs."
Yoname's expression didn't change. She simply leaned back, her voice calm but biting: "And that's if you come back alive."
Without another word, Bocchus turned on his heel, storming out of the hall. Mpande called after him, his voice tinged with worry. "Bocchus, calm your anger and think this through!"
But Bocchus didn't respond, his mind already set on his path. Yoname watched him leave, then sighed, rising from her throne. "Fools, all of them," she muttered as she left the hall, leaving Massinissa and Mpande behind.
Yoname's Council Chamber
Yoname entered her council chamber where the retreating soldiers had gathered among her ranks. Erhahon stood among them, his expression unreadable. Yoname strode to the front, her presence commanding as she addressed the room.
"Zaharak has fallen," she began, her voice laced with mockery. "At least that's some good news. Everything is proceeding as planned. I wanted Zaharak to lose his hold over Afuria, but the way you handed victory to Sonni and Nosaze was…disappointing. Yes, I wanted them to win, but not without suffering severe losses. Why didn't you give me that bloodshed?"
The room was silent. Finally, a high-ranking soldier stepped forward, his head bowed respectfully. "My queen, we followed your orders to the letter. If it wasn't enough, I deeply apologize."
Yoname's gaze sharpened. "Step forward," she commanded.
The soldier obeyed, standing at attention. Yoname approached him, her sharp nails grazing his cheek and leaving faint cuts as she gripped his face. Her voice dropped low, laced with venom. "What I require, soldier, is for the West to feel the pain I've endured. That is what I require."
She released him, stepping back. Her tone shifted suddenly, becoming almost maternal. "You are all my children—my sons and daughters. I want the best for you. So why won't you give me the best in return?" Her piercing gaze softened as it settled on the soldier. "What's your name?"
"Ashenafi, my queen," he replied firmly, bowing his head.
Yoname studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she said, "Ashenafi, you are a fine soldier. But you need to work harder. You'll be relieved of duty for now. Rest and recover."
Turning to the rest of the room, she waved a hand. "The rest of you, go. Prepare yourselves for the days ahead."
As the soldiers filed out, Erhahon stepped forward, his voice cutting through the quiet. "My queen, may I have a word with you?" Yoname raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his boldness. "Speak."
When they were alone, he spoke, his voice steady but filled with curiosity. "My queen, may I ask—what is it you truly seek from this conquest?"
Yoname turned to him, her expression unreadable at first. Then, with a faint smirk, she said, "You were close to my husband, yet you still don't know the heart of the queen you serve?"
Erhahon frowned slightly. "But, my queen, Nosaze doesn't seem to pose much of a threat."
Yoname's eyes flashed with intensity. "Oh, doesn't she? Let me tell you, soldier, Nosaze is not the true target. It's the legacy her father holds that must be destroyed."
Erhahon tilted his head, his tone softening. "You've endured much, my queen. You've lost greatly. Perhaps that's why—"
Yoname cut him off, her voice lowering as she gazed out the window. "We've all endured loss. But me?" Her voice faltered briefly, then grew cold again. "I lost my mother to the Benin people. I lost my sons. But none of that makes me special. It's how I've chosen to act that sets me apart."
She turned to him, her expression softening for a moment. "You're different from the others. Tell me, what's your name?"
"Admasu," he replied. "Admasu, from Aksum."
Yoname regarded him closely, a faint smile playing at her lips. "Though you don't look like an Aksumite, your character carries the spirit of the West. But I can't be sure." She turned away, dismissing him with a nod. "You may go. I need rest."
Erhahon bowed and left quietly, leaving Yoname alone to contemplate her thoughts in the dim light of the chamber. She stood there, staring out the window, her mind a whirlwind of grief, ambition, and vengeance.