Chapter 6 - Chapter Five: Crossroads of Fates

Sonni and Nosaze led their army from Zanzuga down to Wagadu to meet King Mansa Ka'aba.

By evening, as they reached the gates of Wagadu, the east wind swept past them. Nosaze felt the wind stir something within her—it reminded her of Yoname's words. She paused, looking back toward the horizon where the wind had come from

"The east wind has arrived," Nosaze murmured, her voice trembling. "Yoname grows stronger, Sonni. I feel it. I'm losing courage again."

Sonni turned to her, his voice firm yet comforting. "We're at Wagadu. Let's hear what they have to tell us. Don't let Yoname's words weigh you down."

The gates of Wagadu creaked open, and the people welcomed them inside. Yet, as they entered, a somber atmosphere surrounded the kingdom. It was clear that grief had taken hold here. Despite this, Sonni and Nosaze pressed forward with their army, determined to meet their host.

King Mansa Ka'aba approached them, his expression solemn.

"It's good to see you again, my friend," he said to Sonni, though his tone carried a note of reproach. "But I am not pleased that you did not come to see me when I was in great loss."

Sonni's heart sank with guilt. He knew Mansa Ka'aba's words were justified—he had not visited during the king's time of mourning. Bowing his head, Sonni said, "King Mansa Ka'aba, I am deeply sorry for not coming to see you. Please forgive me."

The king sighed and replied, "There's no need to dwell on it now. My wife, Sundiata, wishes to speak with both of you. Afterward, I would like to have a word with you alone."

The Queen's Vision

Sonni and Nosaze followed King Mansa Ka'aba to the council house, where they were seated across from him and Queen Sundiata. The queen greeted them with a faint smile, though her eyes betrayed the sorrow she carried.

"Sonni, Nosaze," Queen Sundiata began, "please feel comfortable in the kingdom of Wagadu."

Sonni inclined his head. "Thank you, Queen Sundiata. I am deeply sorry for your loss."

The queen's smile wavered, but she nodded. "Thank you, Sonni. Please, do not let it burden you."

Nosaze spoke softly, guilt weighing her words. "Queen Sundiata, forgive me and my family. It is because of them that you suffered so greatly."

But the queen shook her head. "Nosaze, you are not to blame. Please, do not carry this burden alone."

King Mansa Ka'aba, who had been observing quietly, interjected. "Sundiata, you had something to share with them. Something about your dream."

Sonni looked at the queen with curiosity. "What dream?"

Lowering her gaze, Sundiata hesitated before speaking. "Some nights ago, I had a terrible dream. It was unlike any other. I saw women and children—so many lives—lost. The sky was red with fire and blood. It reminded me of the wars of the past. And then, I heard words."

"What words?" Nosaze asked, her voice tense.

Sundiata met Nosaze's eyes. "Benin will fall—and you will be there to see it."

The color drained from Nosaze's face. "No," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Those words… No, it can't be… Yoname."

The weight of fear struck her like a blow. Her knees buckled, and she staggered back. Sonni caught her just in time, holding her steady. "Nosa, easy," he said urgently. "Breathe. Just breathe."

Nosaze struggled to draw breath, her body trembling. Sonni guided her to sit down, but her body felt too heavy to move on its own. The guards helped her outside for some air, and Sonni stayed by her side.

Queen Sundiata followed them out, placing a gentle hand on Sonni's shoulder. "I'm so sorry for what happened. Please, stay with her, Sonni. She needs you now more than ever. Don't leave her side."

Sonni nodded, turning his full attention to Nosaze. He sat beside her, placing a hand on her back. "Nosa, look at me," he said softly. "Listen to my voice. I'm here."

Tears streamed down Nosaze's face as she clung to his garment. "Those words," she sobbed. "They're the exact words Yoname said to me. I can't do this anymore, Sonni. Why can't I just die and let this all end?"

Sonni's voice rose with emotion, trembling but firm. "I won't let you go, Nosa. If you leave, I'm going with you—because living without you would mean I've failed the one I love most. Nosa, you are my heart, my everything, and I won't let you slip away."

Hearing his words, Nosaze leaned into him, her fear momentarily eased by his unwavering support.

A Kingdom's Grudge

Moments later, Mansa Ka'aba called out to Sonni. "Sonni, may I have a word with you?"

Sonni glanced back at Nosaze. "Stay here. I'll be right back." She nodded weakly.

As Sonni approached Mansa Ka'aba, his tone was firm but respectful. "King Mansa Ka'aba, you've seen the terror Yoname brings. Her forces are far stronger than we ever anticipated. Why not join us in stopping her? If not for anything else, do it for Benin's sake."

Mansa Ka'aba's gaze darkened as he replied, his voice laced with bitterness. "Save the family that took my son away from me?"

Sonni held his ground, meeting the king's intense stare. "She saved you from Nehizena's grip. That is something you must not forget."

Mansa Ka'aba's eyes darkened, his voice laced with frustration. "Nosaze and Nehizena are of the same blood. I trusted Nosaze to defend the chamber of defense—a responsibility she holds not just for me but for many others. Yet, she led us to our deaths, almost as if she planned it. And still, they keep her as the head of West Defense. Her arrogance has already cost us too much. Have you forgotten how she humiliated you?"

Sonni's face saddened as the weight of the king's words settled in. He turned to glance at Nosaze, who waited for him, unaware of the conversation unfolding about her. Mansa Ka'aba placed a heavy hand on Sonni's shoulder. "You're a good man, Sonni. But take my advice this time. Leave Benin—and their queen—to face their fate. Don't let their burden become yours. Look at you—you're exhausted."

Sonni hesitated, his thoughts racing. Finally, he shook his head. "Leaving Nosaze is the last thing I would do. She's doing everything she can to atone for her past mistakes. If you won't assist us, so be it."

King Mansa Ka'aba sighed, his gaze shifting toward Sonni and Nosaze's waiting army. "Sonni, I can't offer you the aid you seek…" He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice softening. "But I can provide supplies to help you on your journey as you seek assistance from other kingdoms." He looked at Sonni with a serious expression. "I don't know how this will end, but I sense it won't be a pleasing conclusion. Still, I pray the Almighty guides you both in this battle."

Sonni bowed silently and returned to Nosaze.

Though Sonni felt deeply disappointed in King Mansa Ka'aba, he and Nosaze journeyed with their army that night toward Djenne-Djenno. Along the way, Nosaze spoke to him, saying, "Mansa Ka'aba refused to aid us because of the past terror of Nehizena."

Sonni replied, "Wagadu was never the only option we had. If he refuses to aid us, it won't stop us from pushing forward."

Nosaze sighed and said, "I am not holding anything against him for not aiding us, Sonni. I am just disappointed in myself for not listening to you when Nehizena's terror was just beginning."

As she spoke, a Benin messenger rode toward them. His breath was rapid as he exclaimed, "Your Highness! Your Highness! I have a message!"

Sonni turned to him, saying, "Steady your breath, young man. Steady."

The messenger dismounted abruptly, falling to his knees. "Yoname sent a message, my king," he said.

Sonni's brows furrowed. "What message has she sent?" he asked.

The messenger replied, "While my group and I were returning from Zanzuga Valley after gathering the information you requested, Yoname and her army surrounded us. They didn't attack, but she said she demands to see you immediately at Hombori Hills. She said only you, no war—just talk."

Sonni's mind grew uneasy upon hearing the news. Nosaze quickly said, "Sonni, if you are going, I am coming with you."

Sonni replied, "I think that would be okay, but I will respect her words. I won't bring war, and she shouldn't try to go ahead of herself."

Nosaze nodded. "So we will have to turn back toward Hombori Hills," she said.

"Yes, we will turn back," Sonni answered.

"We should alert the army," Nosaze added.

Sonni nodded before turning to the warriors. He called out, "Warriors! We shall turn toward Hombori Hills, as Yoname has requested a meeting with me. She better hope this meeting will be peaceful, because at the first wrong move, we charge into battle."

He turned to Amadin and said, "Amadin, lead them."

Amadin bowed and turned to the crowd, beginning his commands. Together, they journeyed toward Hombori Hills.

The Summit of Resolve

Sonni and Nosaze, accompanied by their army, journeyed to Hombori Hills, reaching the location by nightfall. They settled around the hills, the soldiers quietly setting up a perimeter while the weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air.

As Sonni prepared to ascend the hill, Nosaze stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Sonni," she said, her voice trembling, "I'm scared of you going there alone. I don't want what happened last time at Nduka's Whispering Cave Hill to repeat itself. Please, let me come with you."

Sonni paused, his gaze softening as he replied, "There's no need to fear, Nosaze. What happened last time won't happen again. Stay here with the army while I go up to meet Yoname."

Nosaze's face fell, her eyes lowering to the ground as her shoulders slumped. "You must come back," she whispered. "If anything goes wrong, please call out."

Sonni chuckled lightly, hoping to reassure her. "I will," he promised.

With quiet determination, Nosaze leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment before stepping back. "I'll be waiting," she said, her voice soft but firm.

Sonni felt a rush of emotions—duty, resolve, and a warmth he rarely let himself acknowledge. Her gesture, though simple, anchored him in ways he hadn't expected. As he turned toward the hill, the cool night air brushed against his face, and his thoughts flickered between the peril ahead and the unspoken bond he shared with Nosaze. With a deep breath, he began his ascent, the sound of his boots crunching against the rocky ground fading into the stillness of the night.

As Sonni reached the summit of Hombori Hills, a wave of unease swept over him. Before him stood Yoname's army, their ominous presence sending a chill through his core. The warriors wore wooden dog-shaped headgear that obscured their faces, and their black armor seemed to absorb the faint light, making them appear soulless. Their cold, unwavering gazes followed Sonni's every movement as he walked between their ranks.

The warriors parted silently, creating a path that led directly to Yoname. Each step Sonni took was accompanied by the faint creak of leather and metal, a grim reminder of the danger he faced. When he finally reached Yoname's position, one of her soldiers stepped forward, halting him with a firm hand. Without a word, the soldier reached for Sonni's sword, clearly intending to disarm him.

Sonni hesitated for a moment but allowed the soldier to take his weapons. As the soldier grasped the hilt of Sonni's sword, a commanding voice rang out.

"Stop!"

The sharpness of the command cut through the tension. Both Sonni and the soldier turned to see Yoname herself speaking. Her piercing gaze locked onto her subordinate as she continued, "Leave his sword with him. Let him come through."

The soldier reluctantly stepped back, lowering his hands as Sonni adjusted the blade on his hip. With the path now clear, he resumed his approach toward Yoname.

As Sonni neared her, two massive dogs at her side growled menacingly, their snarls low and guttural. The beasts' sharp teeth and muscular forms radiated hostility, causing Sonni to instinctively halt in his tracks.

Before the situation could escalate, Yoname raised a hand and barked an order. "Hush!"

The dogs immediately obeyed, retreating with quiet growls to sit at her feet. Yoname turned her attention back to Sonni, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Sonni, my friend," she said, her tone a mixture of mockery and intrigue. "You may come in. The dogs won't charge at you."

Sonni gave a slight nod and stepped forward, his resolve steady but his instincts sharp, knowing that Yoname's invitation was as layered as the danger surrounding him.

Meanwhile, as Sonni conversed with Yoname atop the hill, the sharp barks of the dogs echoed down the slopes, causing Nosaze's heart to clench with fear. Unable to remain idle, she turned to Diallo and Fatoumata Diarra and said, "Something is wrong up there. Those barks are a sign of trouble. I need to go."

Diallo quickly stepped forward, blocking her path. "My queen," he said firmly, "King Sonni expressly ordered that you stay here. He entrusted me with your safety. I cannot let you go."

Nosaze's gaze narrowed, her voice laced with urgency. "Diallo, did you not hear those barks? I feel it in my soul—something is amiss. If you won't come with me, I will go alone."

Diallo hesitated, torn between his duty to Sonni and the resolute determination in Nosaze's eyes. Finally, he relented. "There's a hidden passage along the side of the hill. We can follow it unnoticed to see what's happening. If anything goes wrong, we'll send a signal to Fatoumata for her to alert the army."

Fatoumata Diarra nodded, her tone serious. "Keep your steps quiet. We can't risk being caught."

As Nosaze and Diallo slipped away, Fatoumata remained below, watching the hill for any signs of danger.

At the summit of the hill, the tension was palpable as Sonni faced Yoname. Two massive dogs flanked her, their muscular forms coiled with menace. Though silent now, their earlier snarls seemed to linger in the air.

Sonni, his voice steady despite the unease in his heart, said, "You have burned villages, spilled innocent blood. Why, Yoname? For what reason?"

Yoname's lips curled into a faint smile, her piercing eyes locking onto his. "Sonni, you've always been noble. But your emotions blind you, making it impossible for you to see the truth before you."

Sonni shook his head, his voice tinged with disbelief. "What truth? You weren't always like this, Yoname. I remember the kindness in you when we were young. But now… now you are unrecognizable. You've turned your army into soulless weapons of death. Do you even realize the devastation they caused in Afuria? My soldiers faced unimaginable horrors there. And now, you seek to destroy the West—your homeland."

Yoname's expression hardened, her voice brimming with defiance. "The kind Yoname you remember is long gone. My army serves me as I serve them. They act for the greater good, Sonni."

Sonni's frustration flared. "And what about the alliances you've made? You've aligned yourself with the Kushites. Why?"

Yoname chuckled darkly. "Ah, so you noticed your old friends. Don't think that rescuing Afuria changed anything. The fate of Benin is already sealed."

Sonni's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Yoname stepped closer, her voice lowering to a calculated calm. "Sneaking into the city through the mist on the water, cuddling on the boat, seeing the mighty warriors of Kush in the midst of battle… you thought you were unnoticed. No, Sonni. Everything is unfolding exactly as I planned."

Sonni faltered, her words striking at his core.

Yoname leaned in, her tone turning mocking. "Your concern for Nosaze isn't just about duty, is it? It runs deeper. You care for her, don't you?"

As their conversation continued, Nosaze and Diallo crept closer, hidden within the shadows of the hill. From her vantage point, Nosaze watched in disbelief. She could see Yoname's commanding presence and the way Sonni seemed uncharacteristically vulnerable before her.

Yoname's voice carried across the hill. "Sonni, I suggest you abandon Benin and focus on Gao. What's coming for you isn't just a simple foe—it's your nightmare. The remnants of your past failures and losses are coming to destroy you."

Sonni flinched, his eyes widening as if her words struck an unseen wound. "Why would you betray me, Yoname?"

Yoname gave a humorless laugh. "Betrayal? This isn't betrayal, Sonni. This is survival—the only way to endure on this earth."

Nosaze, still hiding, accidentally shifted her footing, causing a faint sound. Yoname's sharp ears caught it immediately, but she made no move to acknowledge Nosaze's presence. Instead, she placed a hand on Sonni's shoulder and said, "Now, sit down. Listen carefully to what I have to say."

Sonni hesitated but eventually sat on a nearby stone, his eyes filled with a mix of suspicion and resignation. From her hiding spot, Nosaze's heart sank. The authority Yoname wielded over Sonni, the way he seemed subdued—it shook her to the core.

Yoname's voice lowered, continuing her conversation with Sonni as Nosaze listened, her mind racing with the weight of what she had just witnessed.

Yoname's voice was calm yet laced with bitterness as she addressed Sonni. "Even though I detest the kings of Kush as much as you do, their kingdom is weak—like a brittle forge that collapses with the slightest quake. Yet they boast of their strength. Still, Sonni, my disdain for them is nothing compared to the hatred I hold for Akenzua and how he murdered my mother."

Sonni took a step closer, his voice softer, almost pleading. "We can't solve everything with hatred, Yoname. Please, there must be another way."

"Another way?" Yoname's voice rose with sharpness. "Do you think I haven't tried that? Sonni, are you aware of the rumors? The whispers that I was the one who turned my husband, Nehizena, into the ruthless man he became, all to destroy his family? You and I both know too well that it wasn't me."

She paused, her eyes narrowing. "It was his grandfather, Sonni. That vile man poisoned Nehizena's innocent mind when he was still just a boy. And now… now Nehizena is gone, dead because of you and Nosaze. You brought war to his kingdom, to his family. All you've done is ruin my life and my family's legacy. I stayed quiet for a long time, enduring it all. But no more, Sonni. No more."

Sonni's shoulders slumped, his gaze dropping to the ground under the weight of her words.

Yoname's voice softened but carried an unmistakable edge. "Tell Nosaze this: in a few days, Benin will fall. And there is nothing either of you can do to stop it. But I ask you this, Sonni—stay out of my way."

She leaned back, her gaze scanning the surroundings as if the very air around them held secrets. "The walls seem to have ears," she murmured, her tone cryptic. Then, with finality, she said, "That's all I have to say to you. You may leave."

Without another word, Sonni turned and began his descent down the hill, his steps heavy with the weight of their exchange. His army waited below, unaware of the storm brewing in their leader's mind.

Sonni reached the gathering of his army, his worries deepening after his conversation with Yoname. The armies of Gao and Benin stood united, their curiosity piqued as they watched him approach. Yacouba Sissoko stepped forward, concern etched on his face. "My king, the discussion at the hill seems to have left you more troubled than before. Would you like to address the army?"

Sonni forced a faint smile. "Yoname's words change nothing in our plans." He looked around and then asked, "By the way, where is Nosaze?"

Before Yacouba could respond, Nosaze emerged from amidst the crowd, accompanied by Diallo and Fatoumata Diarra. She stood still, her expression a mixture of disappointment and fear. Sonni's gaze softened as he recognized her unease. He walked toward her, his voice calm but firm. "Nosa, why didn't you stay here with the army as I instructed?"

Nosaze's voice was barely a whisper. "Sonni… you are here."

Sonni placed his hands gently on her shoulders, his concern evident. "Why do you look so pale?"

Unable to meet his gaze, Nosaze kept her eyes fixed on the ground. Her voice trembled. "I went to check on you at the hill. I was so worried. I'm sorry if that upset you."

Sonni pulled her into an embrace, pressing a kiss to her head. "I can never be mad at you for caring so much about me," he said softly.

Nosaze hugged him back, her voice quivering. "Sonni, you don't need to tell me what she said. I've already heard it all."

Sonni stiffened for a moment but then replied, "Her words mean nothing."

Nosaze stepped back, her voice low but insistent. "Sonni, they do. She said so many things… about your fears. She said they are your greatest enemies, remnants of your past failures. What does that mean, Sonni? You've never spoken to me about this before."

Sonni's tone remained steady. "Nosa, that's not important."

But Nosaze pressed on, her voice rising. "She's so cruel, Sonni. She turned my brother into a tyrant!"

Sonni shook his head. "I'm not sure she's the one who did that. Before then, your brother spent more time with your grandfather than anyone else."

Nosaze froze, disbelief flashing across her face. "What?" She shook her head as if trying to deny the thought. "No… it can't be. Am I losing my mind? What's wrong with me?"

"Nosa, calm down!" Sonni urged.

But Nosaze drew one of her dual swords, swinging it wildly in frustration. She slashed at the air and nearby branches, her anguish spilling out. "Why can't I live in peace? Every step forward brings death closer to my door. I'm tired of all this!"

Sonni stepped forward cautiously, his voice firm. "Easy, Nosa! You'll hurt yourself."

She kept swinging until her blade struck a rock and shattered. Both of them stared at the broken sword in shock.

Sonni spoke first. "Nosaze… your sword."

Her voice was barely audible. "It shattered. It looks like my sword, but it's not."

Sonni's expression darkened. "An enemy has switched your sword with this sham, hoping it would fail you. Whoever it is wants you dead."

Nosaze nodded slowly, her voice trembling. "Sonni, I think you're right. My grandfather, King Akhigbe, still has followers who cling to his legacy. People in my kingdom—the very ones I risk my life for—want me dead."

Sonni placed a hand on her shoulder. "We're changing plans. You'll return to Benin. Seal the gates, leaving only the main entrance open for trade. Assist Zena, but you must supervise every transaction to catch any enemy sneaking into the kingdom. Keep an eye on your noble retainers. I'll send some of my army to support you and your forces in Benin while I journey to Djenne-Djenno. The gates must remain sealed until I return in thirteen days."

Nosaze nodded, her voice steadying. "I need to speak with Amadin about my weapons."

Sonni agreed and called for Amadin. When the Amadin arrived, he bowed. "Your Highness, what seems to be the issue?"

Nosaze held out the broken sword. "My sword has been replaced with a sham, Amadin."

Amadin's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible! Who would dare commit such a malicious act?"

Sonni interjected. "Amadin, I need you to guide and protect your queen. I won't be returning to Benin with you, but some of my army will assist in keeping it safe and peaceful. Until I return, I entrust Nosaze's safety to you."

Amadin bowed deeply. "It will be an honor to carry out this task."

Sonni placed a hand on his shoulder. "And it is an honor to have you by my side, Amadin."

Nosaze embraced Sonni tightly before they parted ways. Sonni and his army set off for Djenne-Djenno, while part of his forces joined Nosaze to help secure Benin.

The Clash of Shadows

Meanwhile, Erhahon rode down to Nupe to meet Tarhaqa at the camp of the army of Meroe. As he approached, he saw Tarhaqa sitting by the campfire. When Tarhaqa saw him, he stood, smiling warmly. "My son, welcome back," he said, embracing Erhahon.

Erhahon returned the embrace, then leaned back, his expression clouded. "My king, I was almost caught by my mother. She seems to be smarter than I thought. I can't return to Nehizena's kingdom. If I do, it would be to deliver a message to Irene."

Tarhaqa raised an eyebrow. "So, what do you suggest we do about the situation?"

"We wait and watch," Erhahon replied. "We need to see what my mother, Yoname, will do next."

Tarhaqa's face grew serious. "Are you sure you can intervene without escalating things?"

Erhahon's gaze hardened. "That's why we wait. I'm confident we can resolve this calmly."

Tarhaqa sighed, placing a hand on Erhahon's shoulder. "Confidence is good, but remember that other kingdoms are involved in this."

Erhahon nodded. "The key figure in this situation is my mother, Yoname. Once she listens to me, the other kingdoms won't pose a problem."

Tarhaqa's face softened, and he gave a small smile. "You say she almost caught you. Are you sure you weren't followed?"

Erhahon's eyes widened, and a sudden realization hit him. "You're right. I didn't even think of that."

In that moment, a soldier's voice rang out, "Intruders!"

Erhahon's heart raced as he spun toward the noise. A small group of soldiers, led by Alem and his men, stormed the camp. Erhahon swiftly drew his sword, turning to Tarhaqa. "Stay here, please. I'll handle this."

Chaos and War Scene

The soldiers of Meroe moved with precision, their formations quickly falling into place as the camp erupted into chaos. Erhahon was a blur, charging forward with his sword raised high. The clash of steel echoed across the camp as Alem's men engaged the soldiers of Meroe. The sound of metal scraping against metal filled the air, and the battle raged fiercely.

Erhahon's eyes locked on Alem, cutting through the confusion to reach him. He swung his blade at an enemy soldier, his movements fast and precise, taking them down one by one. A Meroe soldier fell beside him, and Erhahon, unfazed, continued to carve through the opposition.

Alem's soldiers fought hard, but they were overpowered. The sheer force of Meroe's warriors was too much. The tension in the air thickened as Erhahon pushed forward, each strike taking him closer to Alem. Just as Erhahon was within striking distance, Alem recognized the overwhelming odds and gave the order to retreat.

"Retreat!" Alem yelled, backing away with his men.

Erhahon's eyes narrowed as he saw them pulling back. He charged, ready to chase them down, but Tarhaqa stepped in his path, his hand firm on Erhahon's chest.

"Erhahon, let them flee," Tarhaqa commanded, his voice calm but insistent. "Don't chase them. It could be a trap. They came for you but failed. He's luring you into something more dangerous."

Erhahon's gaze remained fixed on Alem, but he nodded reluctantly. "I must warn Irene about this. We can't waste time."

Tarhaqa placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice softening. "By morning, you will move to warn Irene. We can't act in haste."

As Alem rode back, he was unaware of Juba's spies tailing him, their movements silent as shadows, following him back to Nehizena's kingdom.

At a certain point, Juba's spies surrounded Alem and the few soldiers who had survived with him. Trapped and outnumbered, Alem and his men were gripped by fear, realizing there was nowhere left to run. The spies circled them like predators, laughing among themselves. One sneered, "I think someone is breaking a law."

Alem, defiant despite his situation, exclaimed, "Step back, you bastards! We've broken no law!"

One of Juba's spies stepped forward with a smirk. "Oh, but you have. Giving information to the people of Meroe is treason—and that's exactly what you've done."

Before the tension could escalate further, Ekundayo emerged with his soldiers, their numbers and presence overwhelming. He rode forward, his commanding voice ringing out: "Soldiers of Juba, you dare to meddle in our queen's affairs?"

The leader of Juba's spies retorted bitterly, "You people of the west and Aksum are all traitors! We should never have trusted you from the start."

Ekundayo smirked, unbothered by the accusation. "The feeling is mutual. And since we don't trust you, we can't let you leave here alive. We only need one of you, and it might just be you." He pointed casually toward the leader.

"Coward!" the leader of Juba's spies barked. "We will never surrender to you!" Turning to his men, he roared, "Slaughter them!"

Ekundayo remained calm and motionless on his horse, watching as his soldiers surged forward to meet the attack.

The clash was immediate and brutal. Juba's spies were fast, but Ekundayo's men moved with the precision of a trained army. The first wave of spies met a wall of shields, and in one fluid motion, Ekundayo's soldiers thrust their spears forward, impaling two of the attackers. Blood sprayed across the battlefield as the spies screamed in pain.

Another spy, wielding a curved blade, lunged at one of Ekundayo's men. The soldier sidestepped the attack and swung his sword upward, slicing through the spy's arm. The blade clattered to the ground, followed by the spy himself, writhing in agony.

The sound of steel clashing against steel filled the air as Ekundayo's archers took position on higher ground. With unerring accuracy, they let loose a rain of arrows that struck down those attempting to flee or regroup.

Alem and his men fought valiantly in the center, blocking strikes and parrying blows with all the strength they could muster. Alem slashed at an approaching spy, his blade finding its mark and spilling the man's lifeblood onto the dirt. Another spy aimed for Alem's back, but one of Ekundayo's soldiers intervened, driving a spear through the attacker's torso.

Ekundayo's forces overpowered Juba's spies, cutting them down with precision and leaving only the leader alive, wounded and crawling on the bloodied ground. Ekundayo dismounted his horse, walking toward the injured spy.

The leader of Juba's spies shouted orders to his men, but the chaos of the battlefield drowned out his voice. He turned just in time to see Ekundayo's cavalry charge through his ranks, their horses trampling anyone in their path.

Juba's men were outmatched. One by one, they fell until only the leader remained. Wounded and out of breath, he dropped his weapon and tried to crawl away as Ekundayo dismounted his horse.

The battlefield grew quiet, save for the groans of the wounded and the heavy breathing of the survivors. Ekundayo approached the leader of Juba's spies, his boots crunching on the blood-soaked ground.

The leader attempted to drag himself away, but Ekundayo caught up to him, stepping firmly on the man's wounded leg. The spy screamed In agony, pleading, "Please stop! I swear, I won't say anything!"

Ekundayo crouched down to meet his gaze, his voice cold and deliberate. "Now you beg? Look at you—broken, crawling in pain. It's not so fair, is it?"

"Please," the spy whimpered. "Have mercy."

Ekundayo tilted his head, pretending to consider. "Mercy? I might be inclined to show you some, but only if you do exactly as I say." He leaned closer, his tone growing more menacing. "You and I—we both serve our rulers. But now, it's time to serve yourself and your family, Khamis."

The spy's eyes widened in shock. "How do you know my name?"

Ekundayo smirked. "We've had eyes on Juba's men for a long time. You're no ghost to us, Khamis. If you value your family's safety, you'll do what I ask. Betray your king, testify against him to the other kings, and expose his crimes. In return, your freedom—and your family's safety—will be restored."

Tears streaked Khamis's face as he nodded in submission. "I swear, I'll do whatever you want. Just don't harm my family."

Ekundayo rose to his full height, looking down at the defeated man with a triumphant smirk. "Good. I thought you'd see reason. Now, let's get started."

The Silent Intrigue

Nosaze and her army, accompanied by soldiers from Gao sent by Sonni to assist Benin, arrived at the gates of the kingdom. The people of Benin erupted in joyous celebration, their cheers echoing through the streets as they welcomed their queen and the reinforcements.

Despite the festive atmosphere, Nosaze's heart remained heavy. Her instincts whispered warnings of unseen threats lurking among the noble retainers, their smiles masking hidden agendas.

Entering the palace, Nosaze found Amadin waiting. She approached him with a commanding air but couldn't hide the weight in her tone.

"Sonni's orders must be carried out immediately," Nosaze said firmly. "Lock all gates except for the main entrance. I'll also need new swords crafted. Personally oversee their creation—I'm counting on you."

Amadin bowed deeply, ready to leave, but Nosaze's voice stopped him. This time, it was quieter, tinged with unease.

"The matter of my sham sword," she said cautiously, "should remain strictly between the two of us. Please, do not let this knowledge spread across the kingdom."

Amadin met her gaze and nodded solemnly. "Your orders will be carried out as you command, my queen." With that, he turned and left.

As Amadin disappeared down the corridor, Asemota entered the room. The sight of her brought an immediate sense of comfort to Nosaze, who rushed to her, wrapping her arms around the older woman and sobbing into her shoulder.

Asemota held her close, stroking her hair gently. "My child, it's alright. You're a strong girl. Don't cry now. Keep it together—I'm right here."

Between quiet sobs, Nosaze whispered, "I missed you so much, Oni. I'm so scared."

Asemota pulled back slightly, her hands firm but gentle on Nosaze's shoulders, forcing her to meet her steady gaze. "Nosaze, you've had a rough day," she said softly, yet with a reassuring firmness. "Let's go to your room and talk there. We'll fix things together."

Nosaze nodded, her voice barely audible. "Okay."

Asemota guided her toward her chambers, her presence a lifeline for the troubled queen. Together, they walked away, leaving the distant sounds of celebration behind as Nosaze fought to gather her courage.

Yoname arrived at the Kingdom of Nehizena, where soldiers were bustling about, preparing for the upcoming battle. Despite the activity, the air was heavy with tension.

That evening, seeking clarity amidst the chaos, Yoname walked to the garden, letting the cool night air calm her restless thoughts. Her solitude was interrupted by Ekundayo, who approached her with a confident stride.

"My queen," he said, bowing slightly. "I have news that may lift your spirits."

Yoname turned to him, her expression measured but curious. "Ekundayo, you look rather pleased this evening. What news do you bring?"

Ekundayo's tone remained steady but carried a hint of satisfaction. "Firstly, my queen, the intruder named Admasu—who was, in truth, a spy from Meroe—has eluded Alem. Alem and his men pursued him to Nupe, where Meroe soldiers were camped in the woods. When they charged to kill Admasu, they were overpowered and forced to retreat. Alem has returned to report this."

Yoname's brow furrowed, her voice sharp with anger. "I knew that man was a traitor. His end is long overdue, and I will see to it myself."

Ekundayo raised a hand, urging calm. "Steady your anger, my queen. There is more, and this part will please you."

Yoname's gaze narrowed, but she relented. "What is this good news, Ekundayo?"

Ekundayo's eyes glinted with triumph. "While Alem rode back, Juba's spies foolishly fell into my trap. They followed Alem and his surviving men, thinking to ambush them. It was then that I struck. Not a single one of them escaped, except their leader, Khamis. Loyal to Juba, yes—but not anymore. He is now in my custody and ready to testify against his master."

He paused, his voice low and assured. "My queen, favor is tipping to our side."

Yoname's expression softened into a smile, rare but deliberate. She placed a hand on Ekundayo's shoulder and said, "Ekundayo, your wisdom is one of the many things I admire about you. Well done."

Ekundayo lowered his head respectfully. "It is an honor to serve you, my queen."

Without another word, Yoname turned and left the garden, her mind already racing with plans for the next move.

As Yoname walked out of the garden, faint whispers from the nearby trees caught her attention. She paused, her sharp instincts recognizing one of the voices—it was Irene's. Carefully, Yoname moved toward the trees, her footsteps silent, her curiosity piqued. Peering through the foliage, she saw Irene in a hushed conversation with a man she immediately recognized as Imposter—the one she knew as Admasu.

Shock coursed through her, but Yoname remained hidden, watching the interaction. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together the betrayal unfolding before her eyes. When Irene and Erhahon hugged, and Erhahon disappeared into the dark, Yoname stepped out from behind the trees, her presence startling Irene.

"Mama, you are here," Irene stammered, her voice trembling.

Yoname's expression was cold and filled with disappointment. She strode toward Irene, grabbing her arm roughly. "I am so disappointed in you," she hissed.

Irene winced in pain and fear. "Mama, please, it's not what you think," she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.

Yoname's voice rose, filled with anger and hurt. "Silence! Not what I think? After everything I do to protect you and this kingdom, you betray me by giving information to that imposter? Irene, what have I not done to make you happy? Tell me!"

Irene cried out, "Mama, he's not an imposter! Please, you're hurting my arm!"

Yoname, her rage unchecked, shouted, "Quiet!" and slapped Irene across the face, sending her stumbling to the ground in tears.

"Mama, I'm sorry! Please hear me out!" Irene sobbed from the ground, clutching her cheek.

Yoname loomed over her, her voice sharp and accusing. "What do you want to tell me? That young man stole information from me, delivered it to the people of Meroe, and killed my soldiers who tried to stop him. Now, you will tell me—who is he?"

Grabbing a stick from the ground, Yoname raised it, her frustration and fury threatening to boil over. Irene screamed, "He is your son! My brother, Erhahon!"

Yoname froze, the stick falling from her hand. Her eyes widened, confusion and disbelief written across her face. Her voice came out in a shaky whisper. "What?"

Irene wiped her tears and continued, "Yes, Mama. Papa didn't tell you or me to protect him from harm. But Erhahon himself revealed the truth to me. He's your son. He's been watching over you, worried about what you've become."

Yoname's hands trembled as tears welled up in her eyes. She sank to her knees, her voice breaking. "My son… My son has been with me all along, and I sought to kill him?"

Irene crawled to her mother and embraced her tightly. "Don't cry, Mama. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. It's all my fault."

Yoname wrapped her arms around Irene, holding her close. "No, my daughter. I'm sorry. I let my anger consume me and rained it down on you."

The two clung to each other, tears falling freely, their reconciliation a fragile but genuine moment of healing. In that quiet, moonlit clearing, mother and daughter found solace in each other, the weight of their emotions finally lifting.

A Warm Welcome

By noon, Sonni's weary army reached the bustling city of Djenne-Djenno, their feet dragging from the long journey they had endured. The sun beat down, casting a heavy, golden glow over the vibrant marketplace. The air hummed with the sounds of merchants calling out their wares, children laughing in the streets, and the distant rhythm of drums. The people of Djenne-Djenno, proud and welcoming, had always been close to the Kingdom of Gao, and today they greeted their comrades with open arms.

As they approached the palace gates, the scent of fresh bread and spices wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy smell of the city's bustling life. Sonni, a leader exhausted but determined, strode forward with his arms wide open.

"Demba, my old friend!" he called out, his voice carrying through the palace courtyard.

King Demba rose from his throne, his face breaking into a broad smile. The years between them had passed quickly, but their bond remained as strong as ever. Demba's laughter filled the room as he stepped down to embrace Sonni.

"It's been too long, my brother," he said, pulling Sonni back to meet his gaze. His eyes twinkled with a warmth that only old friendships could foster. "You and your soldiers look utterly spent. Djenne-Djenno is your refuge now. You will rest, recover your strength, and we will see you off when you are ready. And I'm not asking," Demba added with a knowing smile.

Sonni chuckled softly, grateful but not one to easily accept charity. "Demba, we were never planning on leaving immediately," he said, the hint of a smile on his lips. "But your hospitality is well-received."

The king waved a hand toward the grand hall, where the scent of a feast filled the air, mingling with the music of a nearby troupe of musicians. "Come, Sonni, your warriors are as exhausted as you, and they will need a full day to rest. It is the least we can offer."

Soon, the great hall was alive with activity. The long table was laden with roasted meats, fruits, and fragrant bread. The wine flowed freely, its deep red color catching the light of the torches flickering around the room. Soldiers, despite their fatigue, sat among the people of Djenne-Djenno, drinking and laughing together. The strains of music lifted the spirits of all present, their worries momentarily forgotten in the warmth of friendship and celebration.

Sonni sat back, watching as his soldiers were entertained by the dancers and storytellers of Djenne-Djenno. For a fleeting moment, the weight of the journey lifted from his shoulders. The noise and joy around him reminded him of what he was fighting for—family, friendship, and the people who had long been his allies.

He caught Demba's eye from across the room, and the two shared a silent understanding. Tomorrow, the battle would resume. But tonight, they were brothers once more, enjoying the comfort of old bonds and the promise of shared victories.

Later that night, Sonni sat under a towering palm tree outside Demba's palace, the stillness of the evening broken only by the faint rustling of the leaves. His mind was heavy, clouded with thoughts of Nosaze's safety. He had come far, but the looming threat to Benin weighed heavily on his heart.

At that moment, Demba appeared and sat beside him. He was holding two cups and a small container of palm wine. Pouring the rich, amber liquid into the cups, Demba handed one to Sonni, saying, "Here, my friend. Drink up."

Sonni took the cup and savored the first sip, letting the familiar taste warm him. "Your palm wine," he said with a half-smile, "still remains the best I've ever tasted."

Demba chuckled. "All compliments to my palm wine tappers. They keep surprising me every day with the beauty of their craft."

Demba placed a hand on Sonni's shoulder, his tone shifting to one of concern. "It's unlike you to sit here, alone, lost in thought. What's on your mind?"

Sonni hesitated, then looked out across the night horizon, his voice low. "Lately, I've been feeling like I'm at a crossroads. The people of Benin… and the danger that's coming. I can't just sit back and let it happen. Nosaze, she… she seems too fragile for the battle ahead. And she trusts me—trusts that I will be there to help her." He took another sip of the wine, his eyes clouded with worry. "But Demba, even if we unite our armies, it may not be enough to withstand what's coming."

Demba's expression grew somber. He exhaled deeply. "Nosaze has made enemies, Sonni. Western kingdoms are furious with her for leading them into Nehizena's trap. They won't come to her aid. Not even someone like Mansa Ka'aba would listen. I was once close to her, a member of her chamber, but even I lent soldiers—and they were all lost."

Sonni clenched his fists, his gaze hardening. "I won't abandon her, Demba. Even if it seems impossible."

Demba's eyes softened. "You're determined. I'll give you that. But how certain are you about this battle, Sonni?"

Sonni looked at him, his voice steady but carrying the weight of foreknowledge. "Queen Sundiata of Wagadu had a vision about it. And you know what that means."

Demba's brow furrowed. "Ah, Sundiata… She carries an expensive gift from her father, King Sundiata—the gift of foreseeing. If she's seen something about Benin, then we have a problem."

Sonni nodded. "I was hoping you could help, Demba."

Demba sighed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "What you ask is no small request, Sonni. But I will see what I can do. However… that can wait. There are other things to enjoy first." He looked up at the sky and then back at Sonni, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "In a few days, my younger brother Sogolon will be hosting a marriage ceremony for his daughter. I want you to attend it."

Sonni's brows knitted in hesitation, but after a moment, he nodded. "Alright. We'll talk about the battle after the wedding."

Demba laughed, clapping Sonni on the back. "You're a tough one, Sonni. But fine, we'll do it your way."

The two men sat in companionable silence under the palm tree, the sounds of the night surrounding them as they drank their palm wine, the tension momentarily easing as they shared a moment of respite.

The Bonds That Divide

The shock of discovering that Admasu, the one Yoname had dismissed as an imposter, was in fact Erhahon—her son—still burned within her. Restless and unable to focus, Yoname decided to travel to Nupe, where the Meroe army had set up camp. Accompanied by Ekundayo, Alem, and a few trusted soldiers, she made the journey, reaching the outskirts of the camp by nightfall.

The camp of Meroe was alive with activity. Soldiers feasted, sharpened weapons, and made preparations for the coming days. Yoname, her entourage in tow, stopped at a distance, studying the bustling camp under the pale glow of the moon.

Alem, his tone cautious, whispered, "My queen, I do not advise entering the camp. These men are strong and numerous. They'll overpower us, as they did before. I saw it with my own eyes."

Yoname's expression hardened. "Alem, it was your manner of approach that caused them to attack before. Tarhaqa knows me too well; he would never dare raise a sword against me."

Ekundayo interjected, his voice tinged with concern. "So, you're suggesting we walk in as visitors?"

Yoname nodded firmly. "I never planned to make war in the first place."

Ekundayo sighed. "As I thought. Besides, with Prince Erhahon among them, we're forced to be cautious."

Yoname mounted her horse and turned to address them. "Ekundayo, you and five soldiers will accompany me into the camp. Alem, stay here with the others and keep watch."

Alem bowed reluctantly. "As you command, my queen."

Ekundayo selected five soldiers, and together they rode toward the campfires of the Meroe army.

As Yoname's group approached, the camp grew silent. The soldiers of Meroe paused mid-feast, their eyes widening in shock and recognition. Ekundayo dismounted first, raising his hands in a gesture of peace.

"Soldiers of Meroe," he called out. "There is no need to panic. We come in peace."

One soldier stepped forward, his tone firm and skeptical. "People of Nehizena, what brings you here?"

Ekundayo replied calmly, "Our queen wishes to speak to your king."

The soldier frowned. "That is a request I cannot grant."

Yoname's brow furrowed, her hand instinctively reaching for the dual chain blades at her waist. Sensing her rising anger, Ekundayo placed a calming hand on hers, silently urging restraint.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd. "Easy, soldier! These people mean no harm."

All eyes turned to see Tarhaqa emerging from the throng, his expression unreadable. He walked toward Yoname, his gaze steady. "Am I right, Yoname?"

Yoname nodded and dismounted from her horse. Tarhaqa spoke again, "Yoname, after such a long time, what brings you here? Even at our camp, to see me. I'm not surprised you knew where we were camped."

Yoname met his gaze with cool determination. "Tarhaqa, it has indeed been a while. But it seems you've been keeping a close watch on my activities."

Tarhaqa frowned. "I don't understand."

Yoname stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "I didn't come here to rekindle old friendships, Tarhaqa. I came for one thing—where is my son?"

Tarhaqa stiffened, his composure faltering for a brief moment. "You haven't changed, Yoname. Still as defiant as ever. But I'll tell you the truth you already know—your son is under my care, as instructed by your husband, Nehizena."

Yoname's voice cracked with anger. "You sent him to spy on me, didn't you? Is your goal to turn him against me? To make him hate me?"

Tarhaqa held her gaze steadily. "Yoname, Nehizena gave me his word—to never let Erhahon forget his home. That is exactly what I am doing."

Yoname's tone grew sharper. "Then hand him over to me!"

Tarhaqa shook his head firmly. "Yoname, I can't. Not now—not while your kingdom is marked as an enemy by so many. I made a promise to my close friend Nehizena to protect his lineage, and I will not break that promise for any reason."

Yoname's voice broke, tears threatening to spill. "How long will you keep him from me? I am his mother! Don't I deserve some pity?"

Tarhaqa sighed deeply. "Yoname, fix what's broken in your home, and then he can return to you. I can't send him to die like his brother before him."

At that moment, Erhahon emerged from the crowd, his tear-streaked face filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty.

Yoname's breath hitched as she whispered, "Let me see my son, Tarhaqa. Please."

Tarhaqa, moved by her plea, called Erhahon forward. The boy approached hesitantly, his gaze fixed on the ground.

"Mama…" Erhahon's voice was barely audible as he looked up at her.

Yoname knelt, gently lifting his face to meet her eyes. "Just like his father," she murmured. "A wonder… a rare gift of mine." She pulled him into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry… I tried to kill you."

Erhahon whispered, "It's okay, Mama. It's okay."

Yoname held him close before pulling back to search his face. "Will you come with me?"

Erhahon hesitated, dropping his gaze once more.

Tarhaqa stepped in. "Yoname, you can't expect the boy to fight against his own homeland."

Yoname's voice wavered, a mix of sorrow and defiance. "Homeland? The place that claims to be his homeland has no love for him. They must pay for what they've done to my family."

Tarhaqa's gaze was firm. "And that's exactly why Erhahon can't be with you right now. Fix your heart, Yoname, and maybe then he can return to you."

Yoname's expression hardened. "This is who I am, Tarhaqa. When I've dealt with what needs to be done, I will return for my son—whether you like it or not."

The camp fell silent as her words lingered in the air. Climbing back onto her horse, she glanced at Erhahon one last time.

"You're hurting me, Tarhaqa," she said quietly, her voice filled with both pain and anger. "And I don't like it."

With that, she turned her horse and rode away into the night, Ekundayo and her soldiers following in silence.

Yoname and Ekundayo, accompanied by her five soldiers, rode back to the location where Alem and the rest of her contingent awaited. Upon arriving, Ekundayo spoke cautiously, "My queen, you don't seem to be in a good mood. It might be wise for us to head back to the kingdom so you can calm your temper."

Yoname smirked, her gaze fixed on Ekundayo. "No need to worry about me, Ekundayo. I am perfectly fine. But tell me—Agbira isn't far from here, is it?"

Ekundayo hesitated before replying, "We can reach it if we push ourselves."

"Exactly," Yoname said with a sharp smile. She paused, raising a hand and tracing an invisible path in the air as if she'd just pieced something together. "We're not returning to the kingdom. Ready the army—we're heading to Agbira. I need to see how far my siege weapons have advanced. That's more important to me right now."

Ekundayo nodded firmly. "As you wish, my queen. Our conquest must go on."

Without another word, Yoname turned and walked away, her mind clearly set. Ekundayo, wasting no time, went to prepare the army for the journey ahead.

The Diplomacy of Greed

The east winds blew relentlessly from dawn till nightfall, but they failed to hinder Yoname and her army's march to Agbira. By evening, they finally reached the borders of Agbira, where chaos erupted. The people of Agbira refused to allow Yoname's generals, King Massinissa and King Mpande, to bring the siege weapons into their territory.

Unbothered by the shouting, clamor, and quarrels, Yoname confidently strode into the scene. King Mpande, with King Massinissa by his side, hurried to her and said, "Yoname, these imbeciles refuse to let us bring the siege weapons into their borders!"

Yoname replied calmly, "As I suspected."

"If I had my way," Mpande growled, "I'd slay them all and bring the weapons in myself. They wouldn't dare challenge me after that."

Yoname's gaze sharpened as she responded, "Mpande, there are better ways to handle such matters than bloodshed."

Mpande leaned forward, intrigued. "What do you have in mind, Yoname?"

Yoname paused, her mind racing through options. She turned to Massinissa and asked, "Massinissa, I trust you have some valuable jewelry with you?"

Massinissa's eyes widened. "Yoname, don't tell me you're planning to hand over the possessions of my men to these people!"

Yoname's tone hardened as she replied, "Massinissa, I did not come here to spark a war in Agbira. If you won't hand over the jewelry, I'll leave you to your own devices. Perhaps you'll fare better than Bocchus—or worse."

The mention of Bocchus sent a shiver down Massinissa's spine. Fear gripped him as he grumbled, "The gold is boxed at the camp. I'll send soldiers to retrieve it."

"Good," Yoname said firmly, towering over him. She then turned to Mpande. "And where is their chief? I'd like to meet him."

Mpande replied, "He's in his tent, not far from here. I can arrange for us to meet him."

Yoname placed a hand on Mpande's shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips. "Now you're starting to think wisely."

Taking a step forward, she surveyed the bustling village and remarked, "Agbira is a fine settlement. They're skilled in trade and knowledgeable about their neighbors' weaknesses. But their insatiable greed for fine jewelry is what undermines them—and that is exactly what we'll exploit."

Mpande nodded, a reluctant admiration in his tone. "Yoname, I must admit the plan is clever, though costly. Let's go see their chief immediately."

Yoname turned to Massinissa. "Send for the gold at once. Let's meet with their chief—his greed won't allow him to refuse our offer."

Yoname, King Massinissa, King Mpande, a few generals, and their soldiers strode to the chief's tent. The chief, surrounded by his elders, sat outside as they approached. His stern gaze followed their movements, but he signaled for them to speak.

Yoname stepped forward confidently and addressed him, "Wise chief of Agbira, I see you have refused my request to bring my weapons and my army into your land, even though we come in peace."

One of the elders, defiant, immediately shouted, "You there, Agbira will never align itself with people like you! We will never be a part of any harm caused to another kingdom!"

Yoname smirked but kept her composure. "Oh, is that so?"

Before the elder could retort, the chief raised his hand to silence him. Turning to Yoname, he said, "You've heard my nobleman's words. We don't deal with people like you."

Yoname gave a small, knowing smile. "Chief, I knew you'd be difficult. Luckily, I came prepared."

At her signal, her guards entered, carrying boxes. They placed one in front of Yoname and the chief. Yoname gestured to the box. "Chief, take a good look at our offer."

The chief, with a crooked shuffle, opened the box. His eyes widened as the glittering gold reflected the torchlight, and his greedy fingers trembled. "Where did you acquire such riches?" he asked, his voice quivering with desire.

"For someone like me," Yoname said with a sly grin, "gold is never an issue. And if you accept us into your village, more will follow."

The defiant elder leapt to his feet, shouting, "My chief, don't be deceived by her tricks! This woman is dangerous—"

"Silence!" the chief barked, silencing the elder. Turning back to Yoname, he asked, "All you want is to enter our village?"

"Not just that," Yoname replied. "Accept us and assist in our conquest of Benin, and wealth beyond your wildest dreams will be yours."

She kicked the box, sending the gold scattering onto the ground. The chief fell to his knees, scrambling to gather the falling pieces, his hands shaking with greed. "So much wealth," he muttered, clutching at the gold like a starving man. He looked up at Yoname, his eyes glinting with lust for more. "Your request is granted, as long as you keep your promise."

Yoname towered over him, her voice firm. "I am a woman of my word." She gestured to her soldiers, who brought in more boxes, pouring gold over the chief and his elders. All except for the defiant elder were enraptured by the glittering riches.

"There's one more thing, Chief," Yoname added, her tone sharp.

The chief looked up from the gold, distracted. "What is it?"

"That elder," Yoname said, pointing at the defiant one. "He has flaws that make him untrustworthy. I suggest you rid yourself of him."

The chief hesitated, looking at the elder who was now pale with fear. "But—"

Yoname interrupted coldly, "Do it, or risk losing everything."

The chief sighed heavily before nodding. He gestured to his guards. "Take him."

The elder screamed, "My chief! Please, don't do this!"

But it was too late. The guards drew their swords and struck him down. His lifeless body crumpled to the ground, blood mingling with the scattered gold.

Yoname stepped over the body, looking down at the chief with a calculated smile. "Wise chief, you've proven yourself a valuable ally."

The chief chuckled nervously, fumbling for a map tucked in his garment. "This map will guide you in attacking any kingdom around Agbira, including Benin." He handed it over, his hands still trembling. "You've kept your end of the deal, so I'll honor mine."

Yoname took the map, studying it briefly before saying, "Enjoy your wealth, wise chief. You've earned it."

With that, she turned and walked away, her soldiers, King Massinissa, King Mpande, and her generals following closely behind.

As they left, Mpande asked Yoname, "You have successfully lured the chief of Agbira to your side, but what will be our next move?"

Yoname replied confidently, "We bring the siege weapons into their land and make arrangements to return to my kingdom to prepare the army for battle."

Mpande nodded thoughtfully. "We will begin the arrangements as soon as possible." He turned his gaze to the sky, adding, "I am certain victory will be ours." With that, he walked away, leaving Yoname deep in thought.

Yoname stood alone for a moment, her mind racing with plans, when a voice suddenly rang out from the shadows. "The beloved Yoname, daughter of the great warrior general Okankan."

The words flinched Yoname, but she quickly composed herself. Turning toward the voice, she saw Usifo, one of Nosaze's elite warriors, stepping out from the shadows. A young soldier of Benin followed closely behind him.

Yoname's soldiers immediately formed a defensive formation, their spears and swords raised to protect their queen. But Yoname, ever perceptive, recognized Usifo. She raised her hand, signaling her soldiers to stand down.

"If it isn't Usifo, a noble warrior of Nosaze and a disloyal follower to the great King Akhigbe," Yoname said with a sly smile.

Usifo raised his hands in mock surrender, his expression calm. "Easy now, child. I was never disloyal to King Akhigbe. In fact, I was a close friend of your mother. We fought side by side, and I grieved for her death."

Yoname's eyes narrowed. "But now you serve Nosaze, upholding the legacy of Akenzua. By the way, how did you find me?"

Usifo's voice softened. "Though I serve Nosaze, I have never forgotten the legacy of Akhigbe or the loss of your mother, Okankan. Ever since that day, I've sought vengeance. I've been tailing you for days now. I won't lie—you're as elusive as your mother once was. But luck has finally brought me to you."

Yoname studied him intently, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "You are determined, Usifo," she said, stepping closer. "But tell me—what do you truly intend to do?"

Usifo met her gaze without hesitation. "Please, Yoname, let me join you. Give me the chance to prove my loyalty—not just to Akhigbe, but to your mother. And most importantly, let me have vengeance for her."

Yoname saw the fire of resolve burning in his eyes and paused, considering his words. "You speak with conviction," she said. "But actions speak louder than words." She turned her gaze to the young soldier who stood silently beside Usifo. "And what of him? Can he be trusted?"

Usifo placed a firm hand on the young soldier's shoulder. "He is with me—a fine soldier. I have others like him, all ready to sacrifice everything for our victory."

Yoname nodded slowly. "Your presence here is… unexpected, but I see its value. An insider like you will be vital for what's to come. With your help, we can gain entry to Benin and exact justice for those we've lost."

Usifo gave a knowing smile. "That's an easy task for us. Even now, they've sealed most of their gates, leaving only the main gates open. But I can get the southern gates unsealed, creating an entry point for your army."

Yoname's lips curled into a smile. "A brilliant plan. With access to the southern gates, it will be far easier to strike Benin and take what's rightfully ours." She extended a hand toward Usifo. "I'm glad you came to me. Someone who understands my pain, my purpose. Your presence here is invaluable."

Usifo clasped her hand firmly, his voice steady. "Child, there's no need for thanks. Of all the followers Akhigbe had, you are the one who carries his spirit forward. I'm honored to stand with you."

With that, Usifo gained Yoname's trust. The two set their plans in motion, with Usifo preparing to infiltrate Benin while Yoname made ready to return to Nehizena to finalize preparations for war.

The sun had barely risen over Benin when the chiefs arrived at the palace to meet with Queen Nosaze. She sat on her throne, her posture regal but her eyes betraying the weight of the situation.

One chief spoke first, his voice laced with concern. "My queen, the gates have been shut for days. We are expecting King Sonni's arrival to guide us in our next move. But the days are slipping away, and the enemies are advancing. We still haven't heard a word from King Sonni."

Nosaze, though clearly troubled, responded calmly. "King Sonni said thirteen days, and we are only on the tenth. We must exercise patience."

"Another chief, his tone sharp, countered, 'Patience, when our survival is uncertain, is a privilege we cannot afford.'"

A third chief added, his voice rising, "Could it be that King Sonni has washed his hands of our situation?"

A murmur of agreement spread through the room, and soon, voices clamored in the palace. The chiefs began to argue, their words overlapping and growing louder with each passing second. Nosaze attempted to calm the room, but her efforts were in vain.

It was then that Oriri, one of her skilled warriors, stepped forward, his commanding voice cutting through the noise. "Quiet!" he bellowed.

The room fell into an immediate silence, all eyes turning to him. Oriri glanced around, his gaze stern. "Pay attention to what the queen has to say," he instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Nosaze nodded her appreciation to Oriri, her expression grateful but weary. She turned back to the chiefs, her voice steady but carrying the weight of authority. "Chiefs of Benin, why do you trouble me so? I have said it before—King Sonni will come. But, even if you doubt that, let us secure the gates to prevent any intruders. Why must you argue over this matter?"

The chiefs, their faces now bowed in guilt, murmured in quiet submission.

The first chief spoke again, his tone more respectful. "If you are certain of your words, my queen, then we will follow your lead. As long as we remain safe."

Nosaze's gaze softened slightly, though the tension in her shoulders remained. "I worry about the safety of this kingdom more than any of you. The very worry itself has made me ill, yet I never back down. And I expect the same from all of you."

With a final, sweeping glance at the assembled chiefs, Nosaze stood from her throne, her mood a volatile mix of worry and anger. Without another word, she exited the room, leaving the chiefs to ponder her words in silence.

Yoname, King Mpande, and King Massinissa, along with their soldiers, finally arrived at the gates of the Kingdom of Nehizena. Under the cover of night, the soldiers gathered in a large open space, the air alive with the rhythmic pounding of drums and the chanting of warriors. Yoname stood at the forefront, her figure illuminated by the flickering torchlight as the soldiers fell silent, eager to hear her address.

She began, her voice calm but commanding, "Soldiers of the North! Warriors of my husband's kingdom! We stand at the crossroads of a great and glorious victory! Every step we take is a testament to the blessings on our side."

She took a deliberate step forward, her gaze sweeping over the gathered soldiers. "I am deeply grateful for the sacrifices and efforts each of you has made in this conquest. I promise you, your loyalty and strength will not go unrewarded." The soldiers nodded, murmurs of agreement rippling through the crowd.

Yoname's tone rose, infused with fervor, "But tonight, I tell you this: the time has come for us to etch our names into the annals of history! The fear we cast into our enemies' hearts will be unmatched. No one will dare stand against the might of the North!"

Her voice thundered now, resonating with unshakable conviction. "As my husband, the great Nehizena, has always proclaimed: We are the kingdom of war and blood! Let that truth echo across the lands and strike terror into the hearts of those who oppose us!"

The soldiers erupted in cheers, their shouts blending with the rhythmic clanging of weapons against shields. The energy of the gathering was electric, and Yoname stood tall, pride radiating from her as the drums continued to thunder in unison with the soldiers' chants.

From the shadows of the crowd, Juba emerged, a sly smile playing on his lips. Yoname stepped aside, granting him space to speak, though her expression tightened slightly as she observed his approach. Juba raised his hands to quiet the soldiers, his voice smooth yet tinged with mischief.

"Warriors of the North," he began, his tone light and mocking, "I greet you all. Truly, our strength is unmatched, and our power knows no bounds. Time and time again, we have proven ourselves on the battlefield, crushing every foe who dares to challenge us."

A grin spread across his face as he continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Especially those from the West. Those weak and foolish kingdoms have a knack for tearing themselves apart. Fools, every last one of them. They grovel before us, begging for our aid to destroy their own. And no matter how much gold or favor they offer, they remain nothing more than pawns—pawns to the mighty North!"

The soldiers roared with laughter at Juba's words, the sound grating against Yoname's pride. Her expression darkened, her fists clenching at her sides. She knew all too well the venom behind his speech; his mocking tone was unmistakably aimed at her, a woman born of the West.

Mpande, watching from the side, smirked knowingly. He recognized the tension brewing between Juba and Yoname and could sense the storm that was bound to erupt.

Juba, oblivious or perhaps intentionally cruel, pressed on. "Prepare yourselves, oh mighty North, for victory is already within our grasp. The West will fall, just as it always has, to our strength and cunning!"

With that, he stepped away, leaving the soldiers cheering in his wake. Yoname remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on his retreating figure. Beneath her composed exterior, a deep and smoldering anger burned. The insult lingered, stoking a grudge she had harbored for far too long.

Later that night, Juba walked through the corridor, a smile stretched across his face. He was in high spirits, having taunted Yoname to his satisfaction. As he moved, he overheard a conversation in a shadowy corner.

Male voice: Why would he do such a thing?

Female voice: We can't trust him anymore. Our plans are in jeopardy. Just think about what the Kings of Kush will do when they hear about this. He'll be very disappointed in us, and the blame will fall on you—because you insisted we keep him iinvolved

Male voice: Yoname, he's gone rogue.

Juba paused, his curiosity piqued. He turned towards the voices and saw Mpande and Yoname engaged in a heated discussion. He approached, unable to hide his confusion.

"Mpande, what is going on here? What are you discussing so seriously?" Juba called out.

Mpande and Yoname both turned to face him. Mpande sighed, his voice tinged with frustration. "Juba, you arrived just as I was about to send for you."

Juba raised an eyebrow. "Send for me? For what reason?"

Mpande hesitated before replying. "Well, Juba, we are highly disappointed in you."

Juba's brow furrowed in confusion. "Disappointed in me? What's this about? Or has this woman poisoned your mind with her lies?"

Mpande snapped, "Keep Yoname out of this, Juba. I called this meeting because your servant was caught giving information to Meroe. You've broken a vital law of this chamber."

Juba's confusion deepened. "What are you talking about? Show me this servant."

Before anyone could respond, Ekundayo and several soldiers appeared, dragging Khamis into the room, throwing him to the ground. Juba's stomach tightened as he saw the man who had been in his service.

"Khamis, are you the reason they're accusing me of treachery?" Juba demanded, his voice rising with anger.

Khamis bowed his head, unable to meet Juba's gaze. Mpande turned to Juba with a stern look. "You've been distant lately, Juba. You haven't attended meetings, and I've been suspicious. Now I know why."

Turning to Khamis, Mpande commanded, "Khamis, speak the truth. What happened?"

With his face downcast, Khamis spoke in a strained voice. "My master… he sent me to King Tarhaqa to sabotage Queen Yoname's progress in the conquest. When I returned, Ekundayo caught me."

Khamis looked up at Juba, his voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry, master."

Juba's face flushed with rage. Drawing his sword, he advanced toward Khamis. "You coward. I will kill you!"

Before Juba could reach him, the guards seized him, holding him back.

Mpande's voice rang out, cold and unforgiving. "Juba, did you send your men to Meroe's camp or not? Don't lie to me."

Juba's eyes narrowed. "I did. But I sent them to keep an eye on Yoname. She's the traitor."

Yoname stepped forward, her voice calm but full of fury. "Juba, how am I a traitor?"

Juba, his voice seething with hatred, spat, "Yoname, you whore. You're going to get us all killed."

Mpande's voice was firm as he stepped in. "Juba, your grudge against Yoname is clouding your judgment. I fear it will consume us all if you continue on this path."

Juba shouted, "You're wrong! She's in league with Meroe. I swear it!"

Mpande chuckled bitterly. "Yoname in league with Meroe? Ridiculous. Yoname would never betray us to them."

He stepped closer to Juba, his voice hard. "Meroe may be our brother, but there are lines we cannot cross. Yoname would never have business with them."

Yoname, her voice sharp and commanding, added, "Juba, you have committed a grievous act. Giving information to outsiders is a crime we all know too well."

Mpande nodded in agreement. "It is. And it's clear now, Juba, you can no longer be one of us. You've fallen prey to your own deceit."

Without another word, Mpande turned and walked away, leaving Juba in stunned silence.

"Mpande, please!" Juba called desperately, his voice breaking. "Hear me out! I'm sorry. Please listen to me!"

But Yoname was already stepping toward him, her expression cold and unwavering. She reached into her garment and pulled out a carved wooden poison needle. In one swift motion, she drove it into Juba's neck, twisting it with lethal precision.

Juba's eyes widened in shock and pain as the poison surged through his body. He grabbed at his neck, stumbling backward, his body growing limp as the poison worked its way through him. Blood pooled from his face as he collapsed to the ground, his vision dimming.

Yoname crouched down to meet his gaze, her voice low and resolute. "Now, who is the fool, Juba?"

Juba could barely respond, his body wracked with convulsions. Yoname continued, her voice almost a whisper. "You shouldn't have crossed me. I warned you, but you didn't listen. You even had the gall to kill my husband, Nehizena. Now you will pay."

She stood up, brushing a lock of hair from her face as Juba's struggles faded. "This is how it ends for you. Your army will be used as bait in the upcoming battle. You will never see the victory we will achieve."

Juba reached out, his hand trembling, and grabbed her feet, but Yoname kicked his hand away with practiced ease. His grip faltered, and with one last twitch, Juba succumbed to the poison.

Yoname turned to the soldiers, her voice calm but with a chilling authority. "Take his body to Benin. Let Nosaze see my message."

The soldiers dragged Juba's lifeless body from the room.

Turning back to Khamis, Yoname's expression softened ever so slightly. "As for you, Khamis, you've made a wise choice. You chose your family's safety over loyalty to a traitor. If you hadn't, I would have made sure to send them to their graves, one by one. But I am a woman of my word. Go, reunite with your family and tell them how they escaped death."

Khamis, trembling with fear, nodded quickly. "Yes, my queen. Thank you."

He ran from her presence without looking back.

Ekundayo, standing beside Yoname, spoke with quiet satisfaction. "Finally, our king Nehizena can rest. His killer is dead."

Yoname's eyes hardened, her voice distant. "His killer may be gone, Ekundayo, but the conquest is far from over. When that is complete, Nehizena will be pleased with what we've achieved."

Ekundayo nodded solemnly. "You're right, my queen. The conquest must continue."

Yoname turned to the window, her face bathed in moonlight as her expression hardened. "The conquest will continue," she whispered, her voice laced with cold resolve. "And it will be etched into history with the blood of those who dared to wrong me."

The first light of morning bathed the kingdom of Benin in a soft golden glow. Inside the palace, Queen Nosaze sat on her throne, deep in discussion with her generals and noble retainers when the heavy doors burst open.

Two guards rushed in, their faces flushed with urgency.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" one of them exclaimed, breathing heavily. "A lifeless body has been found in the market square."

The second guard, his voice laced with uncertainty, added, "It doesn't look like a Benin man, Your Highness. The attire… the features… he looks like a northern."

Zena, standing close to the queen, stepped forward. "Steady your breath, soldier," she said firmly.

Nosaze narrowed her eyes, confusion settling in. "What do you mean?"

The first guard hesitated before answering. "Your Highness, I request permission to bring the body here for observation."

"Absolutely not," Zena interjected immediately.

Nosaze silenced her with a raised hand. "You may," she commanded.

The guards nodded, and one turned toward the entrance, calling, "Bring in the body!"

As the lifeless form was carried in, Nosaze whispered to one of her generals, "Send for the physicians immediately." The general bowed and left without delay.

The body was placed before the queen. A hush fell over the chamber as noble retainers flinched, whispering among themselves in fear. But Nosaze leaned forward, her gaze steady.

Out of the shadows, Adazee stepped into the light. He crouched beside the body, his sharp eyes scanning every detail. Lifting one of the corpse's hands, he studied it carefully before letting it fall. He exhaled deeply and turned to Nosaze.

"My Queen, this body has been preserved deliberately… as if someone wanted it to be found." His fingers traced the fabric of the corpse's tunic. "From his attire and markings, he is northern. If I am not mistaken, he hails from the Kingdom of Tagama."

A general tensed at the revelation. "Tagama? King Juba rules over Tagama."

Adazee nodded thoughtfully. "Then it must be King Juba, seeing this royal attire." His voice held a weight of certainty, though he quickly added, "Yet, we cannot conclude anything just yet. The physicians must make their observations first."

Nosaze and her council agreed in unison. Moments later, three physicians entered. They knelt beside the body, exchanging hushed whispers as they examined it. After a tense silence, one finally rose to speak.

"My Queen," he began, his tone grave. "This body is a message."

Nosaze's expression darkened.

The physician continued, "The manner of death… it is identical to how your brother was killed. And the preservation—it was meant to be seen, most likely by you."

A noble chief stiffened. "Your Highness… Yoname made a vow that your brother's killer would be delivered to you before terror falls upon Benin."

A general exhaled sharply. "Your Highness, this body entered the kingdom unnoticed. That alone is a warning. And let us not forget—King Juba worked closely with Nehizena." He shook his head, his voice lowering to a near whisper. "Yoname is ten steps ahead of us."

Nosaze slammed her palm against the armrest of her throne. "Calm yourselves! This body changes nothing. Fear has no place in this kingdom." Yet her jaw tightened slightly. "But I will know how it got here," she added, turning to Zena.

"Zena, you oversee the trade routes in the city. I charge you with investigating how this body was smuggled through our gates and which trader was responsible."

Zena bowed. "As you command, Your Highness."

Nosaze turned to the guards. "Dispose of the body. If possible, send it back to Tagama. The rest of you—double the security at the borders."

The soldiers bowed and moved to carry out her orders.

As the chamber emptied, Adazee approached Nosaze's side. His voice was low, but his words sent a sharp pulse through her mind.

"That body was a message, my Queen," he murmured. "Yoname has avenged her husband. This was planned long ago. That is why she is so confident. I suggest we strengthen our defenses. We do not yet know her next move—but we have a hint… a terrible one."

Nosaze exhaled, gripping the arms of her throne. "Your words make sense," she admitted. "We must fortify the cities at once."

Frustration flickered in her eyes. She whispered, almost to herself, "Why does it feel as if I am the only one carrying this burden?"

Her gaze darkened as an old warning echoed in her mind.

"By the time the second new moon rises, and the east wind blows, you will see the dead body of your brother's killer. Four days after that, Benin will fall—and you will be there to see it."

She scoffed under her breath. "Such words do not frighten me, Adazee."

Adazee studied her for a moment. "That is a good thing. But still… remain watchful."

Nosaze gave a sharp nod. Her face was resolute, but in her eyes, doubt flickered—just for a moment.

Meanwhile, Sonni remained in Djenne-Djenno, unaware of the events unfolding in Benin. The city buzzed with excitement as preparations were underway for the marriage of Sogolon's daughter. The air was lively with music, laughter, and the scent of feasts being prepared.

At sunset, Sonni and King Demba strode to Sogolon's manor, where the proud father stood beside his radiant daughter. They congratulated him, presenting gifts in honor of the occasion. Sogolon accepted them with gratitude but soon turned his gaze to Sonni, studying him closely.

"Brother," he said, his tone light yet observant. "Your mood, though lively, carries a glimpse of weariness—almost as if something is troubling you."

Sonni kept his expression calm, forcing a smile as if to dismiss the concern. Before he could respond, Demba rested a reassuring hand on Sogolon's shoulder. "You're always too eager to know everything," he said with a chuckle. "This is just King Sonni's normal demeanor."

But Sogolon wasn't convinced. Shaking his head, he insisted, "No, brother. This is different. I know Sonni—he doesn't carry this kind of weight unless something is truly bothering him."

Sonni finally spoke, his tone measured. "Sogolon, what troubles me shouldn't overshadow your daughter's happiness." He gestured toward Bintu, her face glowing with joy. "Tonight is about her. Let's not ruin this moment."

"Exactly!" Demba exclaimed in agreement.

Sogolon hesitated, then sighed. "Well, you're right. I just hope the feast lifts your spirit. But after that, we talk. We can't celebrate while you carry a burden alone."

Sonni gave a small nod. "I appreciate your concern, Sogolon."

Sogolon smiled. "Don't mention it. No matter which parent we come from, we are family, Sonni."

Sonni met his brother's gaze before turning to the window, his eyes fixed on the darkening horizon. His expression tightened as thoughts of Nosaze surfaced.

I just hope it isn't too late… Nosaze, please hang on.

His worry deepened, but for now, he had to endure the celebration.

The Night of Dread

Benin worked tirelessly, day and night, to fortify its defenses. Yet, despite their efforts, Queen Nosaze found no peace. The weight of Yoname's looming threat pressed heavily on her, stealing her sleep. Her physicians, seeing her unrest, provided her with medicine to ease her mind. But even as she drifted into uneasy slumber, Yoname and her army were already on the march.

The night was unlike any other. The wind howled with an eerie whisper, carrying the distant sound of hooves pounding against the earth, soldiers marching in perfect rhythm, and siege weapons rolling steadily toward Benin's gates. The sheer force of Yoname's army was a terrifying sight—heavily armored, disciplined, and relentless.

Among them were the infamous warriors clad in dog-headed wooden helmets, their very appearance enough to instill fear. Their combat style was near inhuman, merciless and efficient. Alongside them stood the towering soldiers of Kush, men of immense strength and reputation, feared across lands. And they were not alone. Marching under Yoname's banner were the armies of King Mpande, King Massinissa, and the late King Juba. However, by Yoname's command, Juba's soldiers—once the proud warriors of Tagama—were placed at the front lines, their fate already sealed. They were meant to be nothing more than bait.

Yet, while Yoname led her forces toward war, her daughter, Irene, remained in Agbira, as commanded. Yoname had ordered her to stay there until the battle in Benin was over, only then would she be allowed to join her. But Irene was troubled. She had seen the fire in her mother's eyes, the ruthless determination in her every move. Though she obeyed, she could not shake the unease within her. She was not at peace with the terror Yoname was about to unleash upon Benin.

The Nightmare of a Queen

While Nosaze slept, she tossed and turned, restless from the nightmare gripping her.

In her dream, she walked through the streets of Benin, but fear clung to her like a shadow. The city was alive—children ran around laughing, traders bartered in peace, and the air buzzed with activity and happiness. Then, a boy carrying a basket of fruits bumped into her, spilling them onto the ground. She crouched to meet his gaze, and her breath caught—his face resembled Nehizena's, only younger, but he bore the same birthmark scar.

The boy's chest rose and fell rapidly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, my queen."

Nosaze smiled gently, resting a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, little one." She picked up an orange from the scattered fruits and handed it to him. "Here you go."

He took it, nodding. "Thank you."

Nosaze studied him. "You seem familiar. Where are you heading?"

The boy hesitated. "I come from here, but I don't live around here."

His answer confused her. "What do you mean?"

His expression darkened, and his voice dropped. "They are coming. Your plans won't hold. Benin will fall."

His words echoed in her ears like a dreadful prophecy. Suddenly, the sky darkened as thick clouds swallowed the sun. Nosaze's eyes widened in alarm. She turned back to the boy, but flinched—he was fading, turning to ash before her. Not just him. Everything. The streets, the people, the entire city crumbled into dust.

"No, no—!" Nosaze gasped, reaching out, but everything vanished, leaving her alone in suffocating darkness.

Then, ahead, a faint light glowed. She walked toward it, her heart pounding. As she neared, she saw them—her father, King Akenzua, her mother, Queen Adesuwa, and her brother, King Nehizena. They stood within the light, their presence washing over her like warmth in the cold. Tears welled in her eyes.

"Mama… Papa… Brother…" Her voice broke. "Wait for me! I'm scared! Please, let me come with you!"

Akenzua stepped forward, his voice calm and firm. "Nosaze, my daughter. Your time has not yet come. You have more to achieve. Keep pushing forward."

Nosaze dropped to her knees, sobbing. "But I'm scared, Papa. I've failed to uphold your legacy. I am… a failure."

As she spoke, Adesuwa and Nehizena faded, leaving only her and Akenzua in the dark. His body glowed, illuminating the abyss. He knelt before her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"You are not a failure, Nosaze. You have done your best for the kingdom. There are things you cannot defeat, but that does not end my legacy. The kingdom is merely a part of it."

Nosaze looked up, her voice trembling. "Then what is your legacy?"

Akenzua smiled. "Look inside the cracks, and you will see it. Even you… are my legacy."

Confusion flickered across her face. "What cracks?"

"The cracks in the family, Nosaze. Our blood always finds its way back, no matter how lost it seems. It is for you to recognize."

With that, Akenzua shone even brighter and disappeared.

Nosaze bowed her head, tears slipping onto the empty ground. Silence stretched across the darkness. Then—footsteps.

Someone brushed past her, walking forward. She lifted her head and gasped. People—both kings and warriors—marched past her, their faces grave, their eyes downcast as they moved toward something unseen. She hesitated, then stepped forward, following them. As the scene sharpened, her breath caught in her throat.

Before them stood a towering king—proud, imposing, almost giant-like. Blood smeared his face, obscuring his features. The people around Nosaze kept their gazes lowered, unable to meet his eyes, but she did. He smirked at her.

Then, her gaze fell to his hands—and terror gripped her.

In one, he held a chain of severed heads. Kings. Among them—Sonni's head.

Her heart pounded violently.

In his other hand, a massive sword gleamed under the dim light of the fading sun, its edge wickedly sharp.

Nosaze's breath hitched. Fear clawed at her throat as she tried to scream, "Sonni! Sonni!" But her voice came out strangled, barely a whisper, as if she had lost the ability to speak.

The towering king took a step toward her.

Nosaze thrashed, struggling to wake up. Darkness swallowed her vision—then, suddenly, she jolted awake, screaming.

Asemota and the maids rushed in. Even awake, Nosaze continued screaming, her body trembling.

Asemota ran to her, pulling her close. "Nosaze, calm down! I'm here. It's okay, it's okay."

Nosaze's breathing slowed as she clung to Asemota's voice. Asemota whispered, "I'm here, my child. You are safe."

She turned to the maids. "Get the physicians and warm water for the queen. Hurry!"

The maids hurried away, leaving only Asemota and two others in the room.

Nosaze broke down in tears, clutching Asemota's robes. "Oni… I… there's terror all around me. I've failed. I'm a failure, Oni. I don't even know if I did my best to stop it."

Asemota cupped Nosaze's face, her expression fierce yet tender. "No, my child. You are not a failure. You are doing everything a ruler should do to keep this kingdom standing. Shame on anyone who cannot see the effort you are putting in. I don't know why life makes things so hard for you, but listen to me—" she pressed her forehead against Nosaze's, her voice gentle yet firm, "—you are not a failure."

Nosaze sobbed against her.

Asemota stroked her hair. "Your head is burning up. Please, take it easy. The physicians are on their way. They shouldn't have given you that medicine… it might be why you had such a hard time waking up."

Nosaze sniffled. "Thank you, Oni… I don't know what I would have done without you."

Asemota smiled softly. "You are my daughter. You don't need to thank me." Then, after a moment, she asked, "Would you like to tell me what you saw in your dream?"

As the physicians arrived, Nosaze began to recount her nightmare.

Nosaze sat in silence as the physicians checked her, but her mind was far from the room. The images from her nightmare refused to fade—the child with Nehizena's face, her father's cryptic words, the towering king drenched in blood, Sonni's lifeless head in his grasp. Her heart pounded as she tried to make sense of it all. Was it just a dream, or a warning? Asemota's warmth was a comfort, but it couldn't shield her from the cold truth creeping into her bones. Something was coming—something far worse than she had imagined. And if her father's words were true, she had to find the cracks before it was too late.