"I have made thee this day a defenced city... Against the people of the land."
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The barrier rippled as sothing was thrown out of it, though not sothing but soone. The forest environnt was inhabited by lush, tall trees with strong — so slim — trunks, for example, an iroko tree.
Critters of the earth scurried away from the uninvited guest as they looked at her warily. The trees swayed gently to the soft flow of the wind, and everything was perfect. Well, that was before the unconscious person was thrown into the outside. The natural life of the forest was confused about what was happening at that mont.
“Where... —” The female thought out loud as her eyes barely glanced around her surroundings. She could hardly hold her head up for a second, and her brain was still fuzzy from everything that had happened.
“... Am I?” The female whispered out loud, falling unconscious imdiately after she said that sentence.
She — the female — lay deathly still on the grassy floor, the only indication of her being alive was the subtle in and out of her breaths. The beyond was silent, too, as if taking a mont to consider what was happening with the girl, as if it was being quiet enough to not wake the sleeping girl up.
The female was sleeping peacefully, and she should be doing so as this was the first ti since she'd slept languidly even when she was still living with her parents, but they lost that title long ago when they visited her in the cell. Yes, not her cell but "the cell", she was free now, no more abuse, no more of the assaults, and no more of the disgrace she faced back then.
She slept still, with a hint of a smile on her chapped lips and her now dry — withered-like — hair was sprawled out on the grass, making her look like a fairytale character. Although this character wasn't going to bring peace, she was going to bring despair and destruction to all who caused her pain.
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The Igwe, his Council alongside the villagers went back to the town square, where he — the King — spoke words which the people wanted to hear. The Igwe held a celebration banquet later that day, and everyone — even those from different clans' — was invited to co, as it was then marked as an auspicious day. The day on which the female was banished was declared to be celebrated at this ti every year.
It was a rry day for everyone; the children played happily amongst themselves while the n from each tribe mingled and shared stories that night, over a drink of palm wine. The clan heads, the Igwe, and his Council of Elders all had the sa thought at the sight before them. They had seen this as a great change to the Kingdom, and they all hoped that this event would bring the tribes closer than before in the history of ti.
The reaction to the catalyst had followed and done its job, but its reactant was dissolved into nothingness, only to be forgotten and be told as a story to others who listen.
They didn't know that it was a big mistake to forget about the reactant and their flaw of not rembering to, bit them in the back in the most unexpected way they could ever have imagined.
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This chapter is the continuation of "How The Tribe Called Judah Ca About" jtbs. Yes, it's part 2 of the book!🤭🎉🔥🥹
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